You pulled out a rag and started cleaning off Pete's cuts. Today he was the target for Frankie, the school's quarterback, and his rage. It would have been Patrick, but Pete decided to stand up for him.
"Damn Pete. This split lip is the worst I've seen in a while." You muttered swiping the cloth.
"I think it's the worse I've ever gotten." Pete winced as I ran the cloth over the lip carefully.
"You know Frankie asked me out right." I said softly.
"And you said yes." Pete sighed.
"I said no. That's why he beat you up and tried to beat up Patrick today. He's convinced you two are the reason why he can't have me." Pete looked up at you.
"Why no?" He asked.
"Because Frankie's right. I don't wanna be with Frankie if it means you guys will be getting tortured by my 'boyfriend'. I don't want him to be my boyfriend. Besides, I don't like him." You replied. Pete smirked at you and winced at the pain in his lip and face.
"So, who do you like?" He asked.
"Well, you are hopped up on pain meds so I guess I can tell you." You smirked. Pete smiled in excitement as you moved to his ear.
"It's you." You whispered.
"Really?" Pete gasped.
"Yeah. I thought you would of caught that Wentz."
"Since I'm all hopped up on pain meds, can I kiss you?"
"Sure." Pete leaned in toward you and softly pressed his lips on yours. You tried not to push back hard in fear of hurting his already split lip. Pete pulled back first and smiled.
"I think the meds are kicking in." He grinned ridiculously. You giggled and kissed his cheek.
"Get some rest." You instructed.
"Alright (Y/N). Thank you so much for this. You just...you mean so much to me." Pete muttered before laying on your bed.
"Good night Pete." You smiled before closing the door.
