Lita Dalton had moved to NYC to get away from New Jersey. She dropped everything she had, which wasn't much to begin with, and fell in love with the city that never sleeps.
It was the start of season 44 of SNL, Pete managed to keep his job and had f...
I groaned and looked to the sky. Maybe it would magically produce a UFO that could teleport me back to my apartment.
"Pretty lady. How was the shift tonight". Pete spoke with a lot of enthusiasm as he shoved his phone in his back pocket and stubbed out his cigarette, blowing the remnants of smoke out of his mouth and standing up straight.
"Yea was good thanks. Now. Let's just cut the friendly bullshit talk. Who the hell do you guys think you are. Is this like a sick little group you guys are in and puff your chests out about all the girls you've fucked. Like a slutty boy, oh look I'm such a pimp, love me cause I'm so cool group!"
I hadn't realised it but I had prodded Pete's chest repeatedly in my last sentence like a scolding girlfriend. Which lemme say, I generally am not.
He rubbed the spot on his chest and what did he start doing? He fuckin' starting laughing. Not the typical jovial laughter. It was definitely the nervous laughter. I do that. Awkward and nervous laughter was a habitual thing I was guilty of. Guys thought it was cute. Girls thought it was annoying.
"You maybe wanna go get a drink or something?"
"You're fucking joking right. I'M NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU!!"
Instead of extending my hands to grab his throat I turned on my heels and walked away, attempting to fish my keys out of my purse only to realise I couldn't find them at first. I kept looking until I was standing next to my car, contents of my purse on the hood and no keys. No goddamn keys.
I pulled my phone out and as I was packing the things back in my purse I was about to call Shane when there was a cough behind me. I initially jumped because I was consumed in my little panic over my lost keys until I saw it was none other than Pete Davidson.
"You need a ride or something?" and I squinted my eyes with suspicion. Oh he was definitely giving off the 'right place right time' vibes.
I contemplated just calling Shane. It'd take him about half hour to get here, if he was sober and able to drive. I dialled his number as Pete stood there. I secretly hoped he'd stay as a last resort option and funnily enough he proceeded to light a cigarette as I waited for Shane to answer.
He answered after the third ring and I smiled until I heard him screaming on his end, music blasting in the background and then my smile dropped in a matter of milli-seconds.
"Heeeeyyyyyyy. Where you at girl. We. Are. At. The. Usual!!" and there was more laughter. I cringed as I attempted to have a half ass conversation to my drunk flatmate. I couldn't blame him. It was a Saturday night after all. I had my back turned to Pete as I said goodbye to Shane and ended our call.
I slowly turned around and adjusted my purse on my shoulder. How embarrassing was this.
"Any chance I can just catch a ride to my apartment?".
Pete stubbed his cigarette out almost immediately and nodded his head, "of course pretty lady. My rides-"
"Please stop calling me pretty lady. We barely know each other to use nicknames" I spoke as I trailed behind him. It was awkward though. I saw him more as a person I saw on set. We barely spoke.
"But you are pretty" he paused and turned to look back at me and grinned. We stood there before he burst out laughing and threw an arm over my shoulder as he maneuvered us to continue walking to his car. It's a Mercedes and already I'm a bit put off. Let's just say I'm not the biggest fan of Mercedes drivers.
He unlocked the doors and I was quite surprised as he opened my door for me. I got in and he closed the door, giving me a little smile before he headed to his side and got in. I looked around and noticed how clean it was. Just from his stoner reputation, I assumed he was more of a messier person but he had managed to prove me wrong.
"Where to pretty lady?"
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"Just making sure. Are you alright with this? Wait, do you have somewhere to be? Shit, I don't want Ariana getting the wrong idea. Oh shit". I started to panic because this whole time I didn't think about what Pete was doing. He was popular on set so I only just thought that he may have friends he was supposed to catch up with. Also. He was kinda still dating Ariana Grande.
"I don't mind. Honestly. I don't really like going out" and he scratched the stubble on his face "and between us, me and the Grande have been having a few issues. Nothing that can't be sorted out though" he spoke so calmly as he quickly got out his phone to text someone.
"I swear I'm gonna hurt you if you've just texted Damian I will get out right now!"
He turned to me and showed me his phone. He was texting "bunny".
Jst grabbin food. U wnt?
"Address?" he asked as he started the engine and adjusted the temperature when he saw me rub my hands together.
"I'm sorry. 19-19 Palmetto Street. In...."
"Queens? Yeah I know."
Is this some scary stalker shit.
"I'm a late night driver so calm down" as he looked over at my hand that had gone to the door handle.
He put the address in his GPS as he pulled onto the road.
"I'm not a fuckin' GPS system. I've just driven around there" and he laughed again. I looked over at him as he concentrated on the road. He had one hand at the top of the steering wheel and the other was on his leg, the one that was picking at the material on his pants.
I didn't realise I had been staring for a while until I jumped as my phone rang.
"Whatchu up to Lita? We're just at the bar if you're heading into town-"
I fake lurched as I ended the call from Damien and looked out my window.
"Prick".
"Da-Man-He-Am?"
I nodded without looking back at Pete.
"Yea. Prick."
"There's something I wanna tell you about him pretty lady..."
