phi i like your friend [VEGASPETE]

chapter 15 - vegas

i woke up with my head throbbing in pain.

this isn't my room. 

'ughh' i slowly mumble as i get up. my eyelids still heavy . 

how did i end up here? i was clearly drinking yesterday and..

my eyes widen as yesterday's memories sweep in.

'tastes like strawberries' .... what.the.fuck.did.i.do.last.night.

shit shit shit shit shit . pete is going to kill me . maybe he pitied me and let me sleep over. i should make him food and beg for mercy. yeah lets do that first .

i got up and messaged porsche what pete liked to eat .and he replied pancakes . 

i open wattube . after watching a few videos i go out to buy some ingredients and come back in a while. 

i start making the pancakes . 

after a while i hear a sound and see pete waking up . 

"goodmorning, pete." i say in english .

"goodmorning vegath- VEGAS?!" pete yells .

"thanks for taking care of my drunk ass yesterday" i say .

"what if i hadn't return yesterday huh! would you sit freezing outside my door!?"  pete yells as he walks towards me .

"i was there because i knew you would be back.." i mumble.

"tsk! dont do this next time! who knows what could have happened!"  he says and smacks my head .

"ouch! okay okay! " i said, arms up in surrender.

"go freshen up i am cooking pancakes" i say and push him lightly towards the bathroom.

"huh? how do you know i like pancakes hehe"  he smiles goofily at me.

"if you dont go and get fresh in 3...2.." i start counting .

"okay okay geez!"  he runs towards the bathroom.

haha so cute .

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we sit in silent and eat our pancakes. 

"did i do anything weird yesterday?" i ask .

"oh i um- oh um" pete starts jumbling his words .

"ah nevermind" i say and get up. wow i never knew you were such a scaredy cat vegas . but i feel nervous thinking about what his thoughts are. does he hate it? does he hate me? maybe he felt nothing? am i the only one pondering over some useless thoughts? is he panicking too? is it only me? 

"wait i will wash the dishes"  he says breaking me from my trance.

"no its ok, i can do them" i said, taking the plate from his hands.

"you cooked, so let me wash them"  he says and this time i let him. 

i feel restless though. i want to know what he thinks.

"did i-...did we-..."  i stuttered.

i sigh loudly and continue.

"did i say anything about strawberries?"  i ask.

i see the change in expression on pete's face. 

*SHATTER*

i see pete crouch down as i run towards him yelling his name. 

i see pete hiss . 

"dont! i will clean it up" i say and hold his hand, looking at his wound .