Tap Tap Tap / Peterick

Chapter 14

A/N: so apparently before I published chapter 13 I must've erased like a whole chunk BC it's not there anymore? It stops right when pete says he saw his parents so I'm just gonna pick up from there in his chapter,, oops

"You saw them?" I asked, still looking around for any sign that his parents were in there, but I couldn't spot anything.

He nodded.

I suddenly felt extremely sick. This was all my fault. If it wasn't for me, Pete wouldn't have a problem seeing his parents in a diner. He wouldn't have to worry about running into them. Hell, he wouldn't be sitting in his fucking car eating his breakfast, trying to hide from them. It was all because of me. He wouldn't have had to come out if it wasn't for me.

"You gonna eat?" He asked after a few seconds, pushing my food towards me, but I couldn't eat. I had lost all my appetite thinking about how bad I screwed up Pete's life.

I shook my head, earning a glare from Pete.

"Patrick, eat. You barely ate last night." He instructed, but I just shrugged. I was hungry, but I couldn't eat.

"I'm not hungry." I repeated. I watched as he shoved his plate away angrily, and then moving both of our played to the back seat.

"Then I'm not hungry, either."

I sat in silence, feeling awful as he drove out of the parking lot and towards his apartment before I spoke up.

"You shouldn't not eat just because I'm not hungry, Pete." I mumbled, staring out the window. He didn't respond.

The rest of the drive was silent. Like, extremely awkward silence. It was absolutely awful, and I felt way too awkward, and I hated it. Me being the paranoid idiot I am, I assumed the worse. I assumed that Pete was angry with me, and he didn't want anything to do with me, even though I knew it wasn't true. I was just worrying myself sick. It was something I did quite often.

I watched as he turned onto the road his apartment complex was located on, and before I knew, he was parking in the parking lot.

I thought I was going to be the one who had to kill the silence, but he shocked me by reaching out and gripping my hand, and I swear I felt the electricity shoot up my arm when we touched. I was probably just my imagination, but I was sure that I felt it. I felt something.

"Please eat while I'm gone." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. I knew he wanted me to eat, and I knew I couldn't, but I suppose I could lie. Sometimes lying is for the best.

"Okay."

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, eyes glued to me.

"I love you, baby."

My mouth twitched up into a grin, which he returned half heartedly. I could tell that he was still extremely tired, and probably really hungry. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss to his cheek and told him to eat his food, which he agreed to without hesitation.

"Good luck today." I said, pulling away as I began to climb out of his car. He leaned over and kissed me directly my on my mouth. It lasted a bit longer than we both intended it to, but hey, nobody was complaining.

"Thanks. I'll see you later."

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I spent my day on the couch, switching through the channels, trying to get my mind off the fact that I felt as though I was starving. I wasn't of course, but that didn't stop me from feeling like it.

I kept thinking and thinking all day, and slowly but surely, it was killing me. I thought about how much I fucked up Pete's life, and then I thought about how fucked up my own life was. All of it just prevented me from eating.

So when 5pm rolled around, and Pete walked through his front door, I felt awful. He dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter as he sauntered through the apartment, into the kitchen, probably looking for something to eat.

"Did you eat?" He called.

I knew I had to lie to him. I already threw away the breakfast plate he bought for me just incase he saw it and noticed that I hadn't eaten anything all day.

"Yeah!" I lied, and sure, I felt bad for lying, but it would be better than telling him no. Knowing Pete, he'd probably get upset and just force me to eat. He doesn't understand that doesn't really help me. I wish he would.

He walked into the living room, no food in hands, and plopped down beside me, wasting no time to pull me into his arms. I tried to ignore the slight grumble sound my stomach made, hoping Pete hadn't heard it.

"I've got great news!" He beamed, kissing down my cheek until he reached my mouth. My eyebrows raised, as if I was asking 'what?'

"My publisher thinks I should continue my book!" He said excitedly, slightly shaking my arm. It was cute.

My face broke out into a huge grin. "Babe, that's awesome!"

I engulfed him into a huge hug, even though I felt extremely weak, and hugged him as tight as I could possibly manage. I knew Pete would continue this book, and I knew his publisher would love it. One would have to be just completely out of their mind to not love his writing.

"And, I was thinking, I wanna include you in the book. Make a character for you." I blushed.

It wasn't that big of a deal, but you know what they say, it's the little things.

"Have I ever told you that I love you and you're the bestest boyfriend ever?" I smirked, and I knew that I was being absolutely cheesy as fuck, but I couldn't bring myself to care. And going off of the huge grin painted on Pete's face, he didn't car either.

"I love you too. You hungry, babe? Want me to cook dinner?" He smiled, rubbing his hand slowly up and down my back. Worry flooded over me, but I couldn't bring myself to turn down his offer. If he was willing to cook, something he didn't do often, I wasn't about to turn him down.

"Yeah that'd be great. Thank you."

He shook his head, shooing away my thank you, and just kissed me. The kiss was actually very overwhelming, like, I had so much love for him when he kissed me that I didn't know what to do with it. I wanted to kiss him forever, and honestly, it frustrated me so much.

I was just way too in love with Pete Wentz for my own good.