𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 | pete davidson

sixteen: the invitation

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Dahlia giggled as Pete lowered her down, back onto her feet after carrying her the rest of the way.

She brushed the hair out of her face as she caught her breath again. She looked up at Pete, still wearing that somewhat transparent white top with the water stain completely gone. She hadn't forgotten the tattoo that caught her eye when the spill happened.

"Um, my eyes are up here, missy." Pete remarked in a sassy, over-the-top voice. Dahlia scoffed, playfully pinching him in his side. "As if I'd stare at those tatted knockers!"

"Uhhh, Miss Coy, I-I don't know if you know this, but..." Pete crouched forward, leaning in and pushing some of her hair back so that his lips were beside Dahlia's ear. "I'm covered in tattoos." He whispered.

Pete's baritone voice hulled into a whisper directly in her ear sent a chill up Dahlia's spine.

Biting her lip, suppressing the urge to giggle, she hummed a response, "Yuh-huh." She turned quickly on her heel in order to hide the huge grin on her face.

"You know, you look so cute in my hoodie. So tiny." Pete chuckled. Dahlia's cheeks aches from smiling so big.

"Pete Davidson thinks I'm cute. Did I hear that right...?" She played along.

"Yeah, it's quite the achievement actually." Dahlia guffawed, snuggling herself more into the sweater. "I can't think of anyone else that would look as good as you do right now in my hoodie."

She smiled, shaking her head at him as she stuffed her hands into the kangaroo pocket.

"Oh, Pete, would you like to come inside?"

"Oh, thank you for offering but I-I'm sorry. I can't."

"How come? I mean, why not, right?" She took one step at a time as she inched closer to the entrance to her building.

"No, it's not that I wouldn't want to. I'd love to, I just..." Pete hesitated to tell her that he lived with his mother. He assumed for a second that she would already know that but had remembered in that moment that she didn't even recognize him when they met for the first time.

"Well," Dahlia interrupted his thoughts. "I just didn't want you getting lost on your way home. You are kinda really high right now."

Pete scoffed, laughing with the biggest grin on his face. "You're talking to the prince of potheads— and hey, I thought this was your first time smoking?"

"Oh my God, I just want to make sure nothing happens to you on your way home—"

"Awwwwww!!" Pete moaned over-exaggerated, holding his heart with both hands over his chest as he swayed back and forth as if he had just heard the cutest thing ever... and he truly had.

He shut his eyes tight as he swayed, putting the back of his hand on his forehand as if he were about to faint. Stopping himself, he opened an eye halfway in a peek to see her reaction. Dahlia just rolled her eyes, shrugging, "Alright, you clown. You don't have to spend the night, just wanted to put that offer out on the table."

"Just call me Pepi the Clown, miss." He spoke in a high pitched voice, pulling out his phone to check the time as he walked closer to the edge of the curb.

He opened an app that told him the schedule of the public transportation closest to him.

Pete kissed his teeth in frustration, "Shit." He muttered under his breath.

Dahlia heard him. "What?" Pete slid his phone roughly into his back pocket. He pursed his lips in anguish, trying his best to control his anger, especially when he was right in front of Dahlia. "I just missed the last train. The one that would have taken me to get to the ferry..."

"Oh... well, I can call you a lift if you'd like—"

"I also missed the last ferry heading home."

Dahlia furrowed her eyebrows in pity, she felt awful Pete's only way of getting home had stopped its service for the night. She stepped up to him, talking him by the hand and smiling up at him,

"Come stay with me."

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The two made it up to Dahlia's penthouse. Dahlia wasted no time kicking her heels off and speeding off to the couch, letting her body melt as soon as she flopped onto the cloudlike cushion.

Dahlia let out a loud and exaggerated sigh, making Pete chuckle.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Pete, still standing in the foyer as he carefully took his shoes off and set them in the farthest corner from her shoes.

She gasped to herself, shooting up straight a little too quickly. "Would you like to take a shower?"

Pete snapped his head up so quickly, the biggest smirk already glued on his face.

"Not with me!" Dahlia threw one of the decorative couch pillows at him. Pete turned to guard himself from the impact of the pillow, laughing. "Awww shucks..." he threw his hands up in an exaggerated shrug, still laughing. "It was worth a shot."

"Here, I'll get you a towel."

**

"Uhhh..." Pete looked at himself in the silver-framed body mirror in Dahlia's bedroom. "You sure he wouldn't mind?"

"Oh yeah, he never sleeps over. He just keeps a spare change of clothes here, along with pajamas; in the event that, you know, he actually does want to spend the night here." Dahlia explained, closing a drawer to her dresser with a click.

"He also left a pair of slippers, hair gel, hair cream, hair butter, his toothbrush, hair frosting—"

"Wai—Y— you want me to brush my teeth... with his toothbrush?" Pete felt himself slowly turning pale.

"Wha—? No! God no, what the hell?" She snickered. "Why would I—? No, I have brand new toothbrushes in case I have guests. I won't force you to use his toothbrush, Pete." She nudged his arm, opening the door to her walk-in closet and going inside.

"Oh, oh... just wanted to make sure my ears were working." Pete laughed awkwardly, rubbed the nape of his neck.

Pete turned to her closet door, open to the inside as he perked through what little he could see.

I hope she comes out in lingerie.

What? Why the fuck would she? Don't— don't get hard at her house! You're wearing really thin joggers, she'll see everything and kick your dumbass out!!

...I hope the lingerie's black.

Fucking stop.

...

I wonder if these walls are soundproof...

"Shut the fuck up!" He grumbled under his breath. "I—are you talking to me, Pete?" Dahlia called out to him, still dressing in her closet. A lump in his throat developed from the sheer feeling of embarrassment, realizing he was a little too loud scolding his own thoughts vocally.

"No, no I just saw the score to the Knicks game. We're down by like six." He winced at his attempt to cover up.

"Oh, well I'm sure we'll pick up again soon..." Dahlia played along, it was very early in the morning so it was very unlikely that there was a basketball game going on right now.

Wow. Pete's really high, isn't he... she thought.

Dahlia stepped out from her closet, ready for bedtime, when she saw Pete awkwardly standing somewhat hunched over while he tapped out of rhythm on the countertop of her tall beige dresser.

"Want to chill with me before bed?" Pete nodded vigorously, showing the cutest smile with his cheeks puffed and still rosy from the cold outside.

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