Tap Tap Tap / Peterick

Chapter 5

"Is there a certain time you have to be back? It's only.." Pete paused, glancing at his watch. "It's only 5:30."

I racked my head, trying to remember if I had anything to do tonight. All the laundry was done, and well, I guess I could put off writing for one night.

"Oh, no. I don't."

He nodded, and then grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room.
"I'll go throw this in the washer, you can pick something on TV, or keep on this, it's whatever."

My eyes followed him as he walked into a room I hadn't been in yet, and I assumed that was his laundry room. I decided to not change the channel, mostly because looking for something would be extremely frustrating, so I just kept it on the TV show Pete had picked. I found myself staring at the entrance to the laundry room, awaiting Pete's return.

"Okay, it's in." He said with a huge grin as he walked out, padding into the living room and plopped my down beside me.

My lips twitched up into a small smile. "That's what she said."

His eyes widened for a second, but they quickly crinkled as he tossed his head back and chuckled. When he leaned up, he patted my back, for reasons I'm not sure of.

"You're like 13." Pete laughed, causing me to blush.

"I am not 13! I'm 18, thank you very much."

He threw his hands up in defense, still laughing. "Oh my bad, you're 18." He corrected, and I gave a quick nod.

"You're such a little baby kid." He commented, letting his hands fall to his sides. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"You're like, 3 years older than me." I said, resting my arm on one of the oversized pillows that completely covered Pete's couches.

"That's right. I can legally drink, therefore I am not a baby kid." He said with a grin.

"I can drink if I want to!"

Rolling his eyes, he laughed. "Yeah, okay."

"I can!"

"Ya know, I'd let you try some, but you'd only choke again and I'd have to get you another shirt, so no thanks."

As much as I hated to admit, I knew he was right. I had never touched alcohol in my life, and I'm sure that if I did, I would indeed choke. Getting another shirt from Pete would just be embarrassing.

"Alright, whatever. What do you wanna do?" I asked, changing the subject. He shrugged.

"I dunno. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know what do you want to do?"

"I dunno what do you wanna do?"

I sucked in a deep breath, before continuing. "I don't know, Pete. It's your home, what do you wanna do?"

He chuckled. "I don't know, Patrick. You're the guest, what do you wanna do?"

"Oh my god, I don't know!"

Pete doubled over, laughing, and yeah, he laughed a fucking lot. I didn't even think anything I did was that funny, but oh my god, I felt like he found every little thing I did funny.

"Okay okay, calm your tits." He said, recovering from his laughter.

"I don't have tits." I grumbled.

This, of course, caused Pete to break out into another fit of laughter, and I swear I could've killed him. The guy literally never stopped laughing.