Irresistible - Pete Wentz Fanfic (Part 2)

Chapter 7

“You really don’t have to make breakfast, Charlie, you could’ve gone home” Pete said when he came down into the kitchen. I shook my head quickly. “Hey, it’s the least I can do after you let me sleep here last night.” “It was all Bronx.” I smiled and shrugged. “Oh, well. Do you want pancakes?” “I mean, now that you’ve made them” he grinned. “Oh, by the way” he said, pointing at my outfit. “If you don’t wanna wear your dress, I found a few clothes that you left here and they’re clean so I brought you some down” he said, handing me dark blue shorts and a white top covered in cherries, both items I recognized but hadn’t missed. “Oh, thanks, this is actually really getting uncomfortable” I said, gesturing towards the dress. “Well, you still look like you’re at home here” Pete said with a light smile and I took a deep breath, unsure of what to say.

I heard a key turn in the front door. “What did I bring last night’s chinese food for if it smells amazing in here?!” The door shut and Gabe appeared in the kitchen door frame. “There has to be a girl here, you can’t bring anybody home when Bronx is here, Pete … oh. Charlie, hey…” he said, clearly surprised to see me. “Hey” I said with a smile. Gabe put down the paper bag he had in his hand and took off his jacket, hanging it over the chair, avoiding my gaze. I smirked because it was making him nervous that he had no idea what was going on. “And where’s the little guy?” he asked and walked back into the hallway. “Oh, hey, champ, there you are!” he exclaimed and came back into the kitchen with Bronx on his arm.

“I’m gonna go change real quick” I said and hurried into the bathroom downstairs. “Oh, feel free to change here!” Gabe called after me. I quickly put on the top and shorts, then slipped into my boots that were standing by the door when I came back out. “I trade chinese food for a pancake” Gabe said when I returned to the kitchen, obviously trying to make things less awkward. I turned off the stove and put the eggs and pancakes on different plates, sitting down on a stool by the counter as well.

Pete poured everybody coffee and made Bronx some chocolate milk. “So, what’s Charlie doing here?” Gabe asked after a while of silent eating. Since Bronx was busy fighting with his pancake, I caught Gabe’s eyes and pointed at my stomach, then at Pete. His eyes almost popped out of his head and he choked on his coffee for a second. When he was done coughing it out, he stared at me. “Really?” he whispered. I nodded. “Really.” Pete was staring at his plate and Gabe shook his head in disbelief but he was also smiling. “Wow” he whispered and I rolled my eyes. “But, we’re not telling anybody, not yet” I added. “Tell who what?!” Bronx asked and his head snapped up by the mention of something that could be a secret. “That you’re awesome. It’s our secret.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, everybody knows” he replied. Gabe held his hand out over the table and Bronx gave him a high five. “I taught him the sass” Gabe said, snapping his fingers in a Z-form. I laughed. I had missed them, all of them.

Once we were all done, I wanted to clean up but Pete sent me out of the kitchen. Before I could even try to leave, Gabe had already put his arm around my shoulder and lead me to the couch. “You haven’t grown.” “I think I’m not going to grow anymore either” I said and looked up at him, he was already a lot taller than Pete but he just towered over me like a giant. “So, when did you find out?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Yesterday. And I came down to tell Pete last night. Bronx wanted me to stay over when he saw me, that’s why I’m here” I explained. Gabe smiled and sighed deeply. “He misses you.” He made it sound like he meant Bronx but I knew he was talking about Pete. “I miss him too.”

Bronx came running out of the kitchen and snatched Gabe’s snapback, putting it on his own head which it was far too big for. “Hey, you got your own, little man” Gabe said and took it back, holding it so far up that Bronx couldn’t reach it so he dropped down on the couch and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Asshole” he said. “Woah! I didn’t teach you that word so you can say it to me!” Gabe hissed. Bronx stuck out his tongue at him. “Don’t you behave like that around your mother or she’s going to kill me and Pete.”