November 1st (Frerard)

14: Sunday, October 14th

The thing was that Kat was pretty sure that they were starting to ruin their life, and that they were indeed more than complacent with a such a realisation, because their method to life ruining was a little less than conventionally but by no means unexpected, because the cause of all this chaos in their life was indeed the boy with too much eyeliner and the fringe that needed cutting lying in bed next to them.

It was only then that Kat was realising just how much time they were spending with Pete, especially as of late, but it was with that very realisation that the one detailing how they could do very little in regards to changing the aforementioned came, because truth be told, they felt like they were falling for Pete.

And this was never supposed to happen, but truth be told, Kat couldn't see it any other way, but it was in the very same way that Kat saw the inevitable: the heart break, the fuck up, the end of this all, and it was the present that they had to treasure, early morning moments with Pete by their side and very little besides him on their mind.

Because it was moments like these that they found themself feeling as close to peaceful as they would ever be inside, because as much as they hated to admit it, because there was no way around just how sappy it sounded, Pete just seemed to make everything okay, and Kat didn't know what to do with that knowledge besides embrace it, and embrace Pete, even if that meant accidentally slapping him across the face and startling him enough to wake him up at something close to five in the morning.

Kat really needed to stop waking up so early all the time.

"Wha-" Pete grumbled, rolling over to face Kat, eyes widened in confusion, "the fuck's happening?" He asked, attempting to focus on Kat but finding himself unsuccessful in doing so.

"Sorry," Kat let out a sigh, "accidentally slapped you across the face-"

"Accidentally?" Pete raised his eyebrows at that, "is that so?"

"Yeah," Kat nodded, "I was just trying to put my arm around you, actually."

"Now that's sweet, but I think you gave me a nosebleed-"

"Oh fuck!" Kat's eyes widened, sitting up in bed and reaching for the lamp on Pete's bedside table, and as the light filled the room, they found that Pete did indeed have a small trail of blood coming from his nose. "I'm really sorry-"

"Are you now?" Pete laughed a little, rolling his eyes and reaching for the tissues he kept on his bedside table for totally innocent and undisclosed reasons, and dabbing the blood coming from his nose.

"Sorry for waking you up, you tend to like to sleep in." Kat shuffled closer to Pete, who was now probably sat up in bed as he attempted to wipe the blood from his nose.

"And how early do you wake up on average? Like do you seriously just watch me sleep for hours?" Pete found himself asking.

Kat shrugged a little, nodding. "Yeah, I mean, I don't want to wake you up."

"Wake me up from now on." Pete added, "just maybe not with a nosebleed, okay?"

"With what then?" Kat asked, eyebrows raised, "I'm taking suggestions now."

"Blowjob? Handjob? Anything like that-"

"You're gross." Kat rolled their eyes, leaning into their boyfriend's side as he finally managed to stop his nose from bleeding and wipe away the blood.

"It was a perfectly reasonable suggestion, don't you think?" Pete tried all he could to look seriously offended, but he wasn't really quite so successful in his endeavors.