Tap Tap Tap / Peterick

Chapter 17

"Wake upppppp."

I blinked my eyes open to see Pete hovering over with a huge grin on his face. I swear I loved the guy, but still, waking someone up in the morning? Pete of all people should know better.

A loud groan escaped my lips as I tried to turn over, attempting to bury my face in the pillow, but Pete was having none of it.

"Come on, babe, get up!"

I whined audibly, trying to push him away, but he just grabbed my hand and forced me to sit up.

"What do you want this early?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall back under the covers and just sleep for the rest of forever.

"It's like, 12." Pete laughed, showing the time on his phone. It was in fact 12:03pm. Damn.

"Why can't you just let me sleep?" I whined, falling against his chest in an attempt to cuddle up against him. As soon as I felt Pete's bare skin, last night came back to me, and holy shit, I wasn't a virgin.

Holy shit, I was naked.

"Fuck." I grumbled under my breath, slapping Pete's arm when he smiled. "I need to take a shower. Then we should talk."

He just grinned again. I rolled my eyes.

I had to get up and walk to the shower in order to actually take a shower and even though I had sex with him last night, I didn't want Pete to see me naked. Last night it was dark and he could barely see me, but now it's early and its morning and why would he even need to see me naked if we weren't having sex anyways?

"Well go then." He mumbled, leaning back onto the pillows. Why the fucker decided I needed to wake up just to be awake, I had no idea, but I'd get him back later.

"Hand me that shirt." I mumbled, pointing over to the shirt Pete was wearing last night. It was one of his longer, bigger shirts, so I had no problem wearing it.

He rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything. I knew what he was thinking, and I knew if he wanted to, he would start complaining about how beautiful I was and that he loves my body, but he didn't. I was actually pretty happy he didn't, too, because really, it would just be a waste of time. So instead, he picked up the shirt, and tossed it in my direction. I wasted no time pulling the shirt over my head, and scrambling onto my feet.

Almost immediately, pain shot through my back, resulting in me groaning loudly, falling back onto the bed as I gripped my lower back. Pete erupted with laughter.

"What the hell are you laughing at? I think I broke my back.." I grumbled in pain, being dead serious, but Pete only continued to laugh.

"You're such a virgin." He laughed, patting my back, causing me to wince further.

"I don't understand what's so funny about this Pete, and no, I'm not a virgin."

He laughed again.

"Babe, I totally screwed your ass, you don't think you're maybe gonna be sore?" He chuckled, rubbing my back slowly in which I guess was an attempt to make up for him being a total asshole and laughing at my pain.

It didn't really make up for it all that well, but whatever. I'd live.

"I can carry you if you'd like." He offered with a smirk, but hell fucking no. There was absolutely no way I'd ever let Pete hold me. Completely off the table. Never going to happen.

Not bothering to respond, I just shook my head, and fought the pain as I stood onto my feet, gripping my hip for some sort of balance. If I didn't, I'm sure I would've just collapsed onto the bed again. I could feel Pete watching me intently as I wobbled into the bathroom, but I didn't give it much thought as I locked the door, and proceeded to take a hot shower.

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"One night, and one! more! time! Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr!"

I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, a huge grin plastered on my face as I watched Pete do a little dance and sing while he fried something. He wasn't that good of a singer, but the lyrics weren't that bad.

I watched him for a while, just standing wondering how the hell I got so lucky before Pete tried to do a 360 turn, but stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed directly on me. I couldn't help laugh at how red he turned. Pete didn't blush often.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough." I sighed, pushing myself to stand onto my feet and walking over to him slowly, still feeling a bit sore even though the hot water helped a lot.

"How you feeling?" He asked while placing a kiss to my cheek. I leaned over his shoulder and saw that he was frying what appeared to be an omelet. Were you supposed to fry those? I don't know, I never ate those things.

Remembering that he asked me question, I turned my attention to him and repeated his actions, kissing his cheek. "I'm good, yeah."

"That's good. I was making lunch."

"Thanks, baby, but I'm not that hungry." I lied. I was hungry, but if me and Pete were going to start having sex regularly, there was no way I'd eat often. I just wouldn't do it.

He sighed, probably knowing that I was lying, but I wouldn't give in. "You should really eat. It's already almost 1, and you haven't eaten anything."

"I'll eat dinner, I promise." I said, and even though I didn't want to eat dinner either, I knew I had to. Starving myself was not something that I wanted to do, it's just that most of the time it felt like my only option. Most of the time it was.

He nodded, knowing that he wouldn't get anywhere with begging to me eat. He's done it so much in the past 6 months of our relationship, and he'd be absolutely foolish to think I'd change my mind. Then again, Pete isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Hey, what was that you were singing?" I asked, changing the subject. A huge grin broke out onto his face.

"It was something I've been working on. I know I'm not the best singer, but did you like it?" He asked, taking whatever the hell he cooked off the frying pan (after he turned the frying pan off of course) and placed it onto a plate. He left it to cool, I'm sure.

"Yeah, it was good." I said, because it really was. I couldn't remember how it went exactly, but I remember that when I heard him singing it sounded fucking awesome. Not his voice, but the lyrics. The lyrics were fucking awesome.

"Hey, you said you wanted to talk, Trick?" By now he had tore off a small piece of the food he cooked and blew on it in an attempt to cool it down some before popping it into his mouth.

I thought for a second, trying to remember what he was talking about. It took me a few seconds, but eventually I remembered that I was ready to tell him that I wanted to live him. Fuck the whole moving too fast thing, I wanted to live with him and that was that.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't know if you still want me to, but I was thinking about maybe moving in... like officially.." I trailed off, dwelling too much on the small possibility that Pete didn't want to live with me anymore.

His eyes went wide. "Seriously? Babe!"

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, seriously. Unless you'd rather me not to of course.." I began, but he cut me off, engulfing me in a hug.

"Oh shut up! You know I want you to! Oh my god this is fucking awesome!" He exclaimed, rocking us back and forth as we hugged tightly. Hugging Pete suddenly made the list of my favorite things to do, along with telling Pete good news.

"Great. Let's go get my stuff and tell me landlord then, yeah?"

"Yeah!"