Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Patrick's POV

I looked over at Pete that was sleeping. We had a lot of fun last night. Pizza and cuddles. Fucking amazing.

"Pete." I sighed. He groaned as he shifted in his spot. I untangle myself from his grip and he pulled me back since I was probably light from not eating much and he tangled his arms tighter around me.

"Peeete" I groan. I had to pee really badly and I would probably pee on Pete. "Shut up." He says and he rested his head on my shoulder. "I need to pee." I sigh. Pete's straight sleeping face turned into a smirk.

"Yeah I'm not gonna let you. You're too cuddly." Pete looked at me with the cutest look on his face which is when he was sleepy. "I might pee on you." I pout. "I dont mind having Patrick urine on me." He shrugs.

"Really?" I looked at him with a surprised look. "Patrick urine is gross." I laughed. Pete looked at me, grinning.

"I dont mind having your urine on me anyway cause I've gotten worse." Pete smiled widely. "I've seen your butt too." He laughed. "It's so cute." Pete smirked. I blushed and he rubbed his eyes.

"You look cute." I say, tilting my head slightly. "I always am." Pete laughed. "That's true." I kiss his cheek. "No my face is oily and gross." Pete frowns. I shook my head. "You're still cute and hot to me." I shrug.

"And you're always cute and cuddly." He grinned. I blush and it made him grin wider. Pete kissed my cheek and he pulled me closer to him again. "You're so fucking cuddly." He groaned.

I laughed and kissed his forehead. "Pete I need to pee." I say he shook his head. "Never." He smirked. I groan and tried to get out of his grip, "fine fine." He laughed and let me go.

I sigh in relief and got up. I smiled happily and went to the bathroom. Obviously to piss.

After I was done I saw Pete on the couch, asleep. Again. "Pete wake up its 12pm." I groaned. He kept a straight face and I looked at him. "Pete." I say his name.

He slept while I was calling his name. "Peeteeee" I shake him. He woke up and laughed and attacked me with a hug.

"I love you, you little cute kitten ugh you're so cute." He groaned as he hugged me tightly. I laughed and scrunched my face up. "Im not cute" I roll my eyes.

"Excuse me?" He says, being fake offended. I looked at him and grinned, "I love you." I kissed his nose. "PATRICK" he yells. I looked at him with a confused face.  "You're fucking adorable and I fucking love you." He kissed my lips.

I laugh inbetween the kiss and he pulled away. He was still hugging me and he rested his head on my chest, "Youre a cute kitten." He murmurs on my chest

I smiled sweetly at him and pet his hair, he swatted my hand and I laughed. "Don't pet me, I top." he frowns. "You suck." I roll my eyes. "I mean yeah I do suck dick." He shrugged jokingly. I roll my eyes again and he got up. "Oh my god, Pete." I laughed.

"Mm get up." He says as he sat up. I looked at him and sat up infront of him. "Yeah?" I asked him, "I love you" he smiled and kissed my head before slumping on the couch again.

I shook my head and made breakfast. Well.. eggs.

"Pete! I made something to eat." I laughed. Pete grinned and walked to the kitchen. "Wow you can cook too, I chose the right man." He smirked.

I laughed, "Its only eggs." I roll my eyes. Pete kept quiet and ate his eggs. "Only eggs? These are fucking good." Pete says. I laughed, "Thanks, Pete." I smiled. Pete returned the smile and we ate in silence. Not awkward but comfortable silence.
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Pete got up and washed his own plate. I suddenly felt really bad for eating. I was getting fat. Sigh. I hate this. I washed my own plate after him and like pretty much the dishes. Pete kissed my cheek as he went upstairs to shower. I went upstairs to his room and I heard the shower running.
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Its v short but anyways.

RIP to everyone that died from the terrorist attack.

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Thank you also for the 1k reads of this story. I really appreciate it and I love each and every one of you who reads this book.
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1k reads; 14/11/2015