Lullabye (Peterick)

Study Date (Ch. 7)

(Panic just came out with Victorious and its sooo good. Not my favorite. But it's great)

Pete's P.O.V.

"I so ship them." I mumbled to Patrick as I pointed out Andy and Joe in the front seats.

"What?" Patrick laughed.

"#Trohley" I made the 'hashtag' part with my hands while giggling.
"What the heck does that even mean?" Patrick was getting so confused. "Nevermind, Pattycakes."

Patrick pointed at me. He seemed happy, but was trying too hard to act mad. "Don't you ever call me that..." He went silent for a bit. But then got really close and put his forehead to mine, then whispered, "Peteypie."

"Ew, stop that, you desserts." Joe mocked.

"Oh, are you jealous, would you like a nickname?" I laughed.

"No." Joe started chanting, but the damage was already done.

"Let's call him Joe-blow, because that's what he is going to be doing to Andy later." I talked over him. But as soon as I said it he went silent while Andy started to blush so much that he was a primary color.

By the time we got to my house I had already had several texts from my parents. Most of them saying that they would be out with their friends for a while. That was until I got an accidental text from my mom saying some things about a hotel and some other stuff I'd rather not hear from my own mother.

I leaned over by to Patrick as we pulled up and mumbled into his ear something along the lines of 'wanna stay the night.'

"What about my backpack, or even clothes? We have school tomorrow, remember?" He answered.

"1. We'll stop over at your house on the way to school tomorrow, since it's apparently not that far. Or B. Wait. 2. Borrow mine. You'll look great in torn, black, skinny jeans and a Green Day t-shirt." I smirked. I have an answer to almost everything. I'm pretty proud.

"Fine, but nothing..." he looked me up and down, "too emo."

"I am not emo." I yelled. But at that point I could tell that all of them thought I was.

"You totally are." Andy laughed. That was the first thing he's said since the 'Joe-blow' joke. "Nevermind that, pull in here." I pointed to my house's driveway.

Patrick helped me out of the car, since I was still just a bit groggy. But not too much since I could walk.

Once we got up to my room I turned on some random background music. That's when everything started to slow down. Patrick had grabbed the sides of my face and pulled us into each other. And we kissed. A while later we decided to... study. Yeah.. Study. He and I had.. chemistry together, and I needed help with the homework. And boy, was it work.

In the middle of the 'study session', I looked at Patrick, then down to my pencil in his text book and asked him, probably in the least romantic way, "So, wanna go out?" And obviously he said yes, then we continued to study.
After maybe an hour or two, we had finally finished studying, and I looked down at him and helped him put away his stuff.

"Mario Kart?" he suggested. "Why not." I set up the game and we played for a bit.

'Trick was in first and I was a bit aggravated because he sucked ass last time, but that's when I got the blue shell.

"No no no!" he yelled as soon as he saw that I got it.

"Take one for the team! Please!" I laughed.

"We're not on teams, dickwad!" he yelled back.

"You know what I mean." I said as I pressed the button that sent it off. Long story short, he still won in first place, while I was in 6th. But I couldn't find anywhere in my heart to feel mad about it. His little dance when he won, the smile on his face, all the bragging he did just for one measly race.

I put in a move and soon after he fell asleep on me. His little breaths and the sound his heart calmed me down until I fell asleep.

I think I'm in love.