The Little Sister (Book 1)

Frozen Raindrops.

While everyone else went back to their rooms, Pete and I stayed out. Patrick drove the guys home, and Pete and I walked to Lake Michigan. We sat down around the edge of it, staring into the peaceful water.

"This is nice." I hummed.

"Yeah." Pete smiled and pulled my head into his lap. I giggled and cuddled up into him while he softly stroked my hair.

"So, about tonight..." I said.

"Mhm?"

"Please don't do that again."

"Do what again?"

"Pull me up on stage like that."

"Why?"

"I'll die."

"Elaborate."

"Stealing my word... I can't deal with so many eyes on me at once."

"So you wouldn't really die."

"No, but.. Shut up, Wentz."

Pete chuckled and continued to stroke my hair.

"How long is this tour going to be? I never got any details, just a grown man yelling and jumping on my bed." I asked, looking up at Pete.

He looked down at me.

"Not very. It's not like a world tour or anything. After Nevada, we go to Arizona, then home." 

"Oh, I'm from Arizona." I said softly.

"But Patrick isn't." 

"Yeah, when he was born, my parents decided to split and move. Mom got me, Dad got Pat." I sighed.

"Oh." Pete nodded, then looked down at me again.

"Your eyes are really pretty." He mumbled.

"How so? It's like, dark. How can you see?"

"Moonlight. I came out here a lot when I was a kid."

"Why?" 

"I have insomnia."

"Stop copying me." I said, giggling.

"You do too?" 

"Yeah. It's the worst."

"I know."

Not sure of what to say next, I just kind of stared at Pete's face in silence. He did the same. It was kind of like I was observing him, noticing the little things and what not.

I guess he got tired of it, because he quickly looked up.

"What?' I asked, slightly confused.

He kept quiet, and leaned down closer to my face. 

He began to kiss me. Not like a 'Tongues and spit everywhere' kind of kiss, but a peaceful one, with little tongue and no spit everywhere. Mid - kiss, I leaned up and wrapped my arms around Pete's neck, propping myself up.

He broke the kiss, and moved me a bit to the side, to where I was sitting in his lap.

"You're so beautiful." He said.

I giggled and kissed his cheek.

"I just have one question." Pete said, looking into my eyes.

"What's that?"

"How in the fuck are you not cold?" He smiled.

"Because, you're making me feel al warm and fuzzy inside." I smiled back.

"No, really." He chuckled.

"I am cold, I'm freezing my ass off. I'm just trying not to complain."

"You don't like shopping and you don't complain?" Pete asked, looking to the side.

"Thank you, Jesus." He whispered.

"Oh, shut up." I said, laughing slightly.

Pete leaned back, lying on the ground.

"Come here." He said.

"You say that a lot." I point out, moving up to him and placing my arm across his chest. He wraps his arms around me.

"You pay too much attention." 

"I do what I want." 

"You're cute." 

We both gazed up at the stars, all shining brightly, not a cloud in sight.

Our pulses beat in sync, along with out breathing. I can't really describe the feeling, but it was more than amazing. This was the best night of my life. Ever.

I felt water hit my face.

"Pete," I smiled.

"It's raining."

"Snowing." He corrected me.

"Really? I've never seen snow..." 

"You've never seen, oh my God." Pete says, sitting up.

"I'm sorry." I pout.

"It's not your fault." Pete smiled at me. 

I look up at the sky. It really is snowing. 

"Wow..." I breathe.

I sit up myself and Pete wraps his arms around my waist.

Faster and faster, the snow came down, coating the ground in a very thin layer of snow.

"I think there might be a storm tonight..." Pete spoke softly.

"Well, just in case, do you want to go back to the hotel now?"

"Nah. My parents live closer than the hotel. We could just stay there for the night."

"But they don't know me."

"You gotta meet somehow."

"I guess your right."

"But, before we go." Pete said.

"What?"

Pete leaned in and kissed me again. The same kind of kiss as before, except for this time there was a bit more tongue involved. And this one lasted longer.