Tap Tap Tap / Peterick

Chapter 12

"Your fucking parents are gonna be here any second, and I look like absolute shit. God! Maybe I should just leave. I'm just going to leave!" I groaned to Pete in frustration as I tried to fix my hair in his bathroom mirror.

"Patrick, baby, calm down. You look wonderful."

I sighed as he kissed my cheek. I didn't look beautiful, but whatever.

"I can't get my hair right." I grumbled, taking off my fedora again in an attempt to fix the one strand that just wouldn't fucking listen. Pete laughed.

"Here, let me help."

I closed my eyes as he grabbed his brush and brushed the area for about thirty seconds. When he pulled away, I looked in the mirror, and somehow the son of a bitch did it. I placed my fedora back on my head, and kissed his cheek.

"How did you do that?" I whined.

"That's for me to know, and you to never find out." I rolled my eyes, and he just laughed.

The bliss feeling didn't last forever though, and disappeared rather quickly once I remembered that I'd be meeting Pete's fucking parents today. His parents!

"Pete I can't do this. What if they don't like me? What if they disown you or something? I can't, I really can't.." My breathing beginning to increase rapidly. Pete began rubbing circles in my back, shushing me.

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down, baby. Breathe. It doesn't matter whether they like or not, because I like you. And if they disown me or something, well, it's their loss." He assured me, scattering small butterfly kisses across my face.

I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. I eventually succeeded.

"I just, I've never done this before. This is really bad. It's your parents, and I'm the one the freaking out." I laughed nervously, and Pete laughed too, but it wasn't exactly a nervous laugh.

"It's okay." He said, kissing me cheek once more. "Go check on dinner, I'm going to straighten up a little."

I nodded quickly, giving him another kiss, because yeah I was addicted to kissing him, before walking into the kitchen on shaky legs. I cooked spaghetti that night, suggested by Pete. I wasn't that big of a fan, but he said that it was one of his parents favorite dishes, and tonight I just really wanted to impress them. All I wanted was for this night to go down smoothly.

When the doorbell rang, my stomach dropped. It felt like the air had gotten knocked out of my lungs, and it was an absolutely terrible feeling. I had to put on a brave face, though. For Pete.

"Mom, Dad." I heard Pete say in a voice that was completely foreign to me. I guess that he was officially in the perfect son mode.

"I have someone I want you to meet." I took that as my cue to walk in. So sucking in a deep breath, I wobbled into the living room, where Pete's parents were. They looked surprisingly young.

"This is Patrick." He smiled confidently, and they smiled at me with the same confidence that Pete had. It was then, shaking his fathers hand, that I realized how much they looked alike. I could definitely Pete growing older to look identical to him.

"Nice to meet you." They said with a huge grin on their face. I returned the smile, but not the words. It wasn't that nice meeting them, and I was never one to lie. Unless I had a good reason to, of course.

"Something smells absolutely delicious." His mother smiled, glancing around. I guess she was trying to locate where the smell was coming from.

"Thank you. I'm cooking dinner. Spaghetti." I smiled. His mother nodded, taking it upon herself to touch my arm.