M E A N D P E T E

A P P L E B E E ' S

I awoke to the sound of a plate smashing and the smell of food. I jumped out of bed, half asleep, and ran downstairs. It was Petey.

"Fuck!" He was picking up the plate that fell and cut his finger. On the table was a large paper bag with Square One Dining on it.

"Good morning Peter. Come to the bathroom so I can clean up your cut." He followed me to the bathroom and sat on the sink counter. I clean his finger with peroxide and bandage him up.

"Thank you." He said, kissing me.

"Welcome cutie. So what even happened?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"I got breakfast for you as a thank you for last night. Then I tried getting plates out quietly. And yeah."

"Awe you're too sweet. Thank you. I think I'm going to get a shower. Then I'll come down and eat. Is that okay?" He shook his head "yes" and went downstairs.

As I got undressed, I look at my naked self in the mirror. Is my body good enough for him? He's already seen my ass but not everything else. One of my boobs were bigger than the other. I've always been self conscious about that. I've always tried to pretend that I loved my body and didn't think about my flaws. But everyone thinks about their insecurities, right?

I put on a spotify before I stepped in the shower. Of fucking course. A Fall Out Boy song plays first in my shower songs playlist.

Na na na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na

Where Did the Party Go played and I sang along. I shaved my whole body and scrubbed my whole body. I wanted to look, feel, and smell good for him.

I got out of the shower and went to my room to get dressed. I went into my walk-in closet and looked for something to wear. Did I want to look sexy or casual or like a rock chick?

I decided to put on a body suit and high-waisted ripped boyfriend jeans. I threw on a a cropped leather jacket. I wasn't wearing a bra. Surprisingly, my boobs looked amazing.

I put my hair into a side braid and did light makeup because I didn't want him waiting for me forever. But I still wanted to look good for him.

When I came downstairs, he had already eaten. "Thanks for waiting for me." I said sarcastically. "I got really hungry and you took too long. Sorry." "It's fine." I said, grabbing what was in the bag still.

As I began eating, he got a phone call. It was Patrick.

"Hey Patrick. What's up dude?"

He paused.

"What? Really?! When?"

I didn't understand what was happening.

"Next month? Fuck. Um. Give me some time to think."

"Alright. Bye"

"What was that all about?" I had an idea now of what he was going to say. "Patrick said that we have gigs around the U.S. and parts of Europe, if we want to do them. And that they are scheduled for next month and November."

I bit the inside of my cheek, not knowing what to say. "That's great. Are you gonna do them?" I sorta wanted to cry. I wanted to spend more time with him. "I'm not sure yet. There's so much going on with Meagan and I don't know anymore." He sighed.

I definitely did not know what to say now. I went over to him and pulled him into a hug. I rubbed his back and whispered "everything gonna be okay".

He kissed me and lightly smiled. "I hope so." He smiled bigger now. "I heard you singing in the shower. You're pretty good." I could feel my face burning up.