Tap Tap Tap / Peterick

Chapter 16

A/N: SMUT WARNING!!

The weeks passed, and with each passing day Pete would bug me about moving in with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to, because by all means, I wanted to. I wanted to so fucking bad. This was my first real relationship, though, and everything was moving so fast. I just didn't want to screw anything up.

Weeks turned into months, and before I knew it, Pete and I were sitting in his dining room, celebrating 6 months together. That's half a year, and we were doing absolutely wonderful, or so I thought. Maybe wonderful wouldn't be the best word.

I was behind on rent for my apartment. I mean, I had no steady income like I planned on having, how could I pay rent? I was currently relying on money from my parents to pay for a place I basically didn't even live in. It wasn't official or anything, but I might as well be living with Pete. I stayed with him literally 24/7, and most of my shit was there. Most of my personal belongings, anyways. Pete knew that, too. He begged me to make it official, but really, I guess I was just scared.

"Patrick, you know I love you, right?" He asked as we finished up the dinner we had to celebrate half a year. It wasn't much, but then again, 6 months isn't that big of a deal. To me, anyways.

"Yeah, of course." I sighed, and then he sighed, and we just kept sighing and sighing and oh lord, we sighed a lot around each other. Was that good? I bet it's not.

"Why won't you move in with me? You live here, anyways." He said with a pout, and it was probably the single most adorable thing I had ever seen in my life.

I shrugged, unsure of how to answer. I wanted to move in with him, I did, I just didn't know how to act. I was terribly awkward, and sometimes Pete mistook that for unsureness of our relationship. It kinda me sad sometimes.

He dropped his plate into the sink, making a loud crashing noise. You'd think the plate broke, but it didn't. I don't know why the noise was so loud.

"Patrick!" He shouted, startling me. "You need to open up to me! You stay here all the time, yet you won't move in. We've been together for half a fucking year, and I still haven't seen you shirtless!" He cried out, poking at my chest harshly. I felt like crying.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so scared.." I admitted, looking down, and that seemed to catch Pete's attention. He wrapped his arms around me and pampered me with apologies. I felt awful and sick and I hated myself. I couldn't give Pete what he wanted, and it was breaking my heart.

"Baby, please don't be. I love you, you know I do. Tap Tap Tap, remember?"

I felt my lips twitch up into a smile. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. He returned it.

"I'm so scared you'll leave me if I move in. I don't wanna come off as clingy, Pete. I really don't. And if you see me without a shirt, I'm terrified you'll realize how ugly I really am, and you'll stop loving me. I need you so much. I don't want you to leave me." I whined, feeling as though I was about to cry but no tears were spilling out. I wanted to cry.

"Let me make love to you. Let me, please. I want to show you how much I love you." He whispered, wiping at my eyes, even though they were dry.

I was beginning to feel like Pete only wanted me for my body. Any chance he gets, he'll bring it up. Perhaps it's true. Maybe this is exactly like one of those cliche movies, and Pete is one of those cliche douchebags who wants to get into my pants and then leave me. Just maybe.

Then again, maybe he's not. Maybe he wants to show me how beautiful I am, but in a more intimate way than I've let him in the past. Maybe, just maybe, Pete loves me so much that he wants to make love to me. Maybe.