The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 68 (Pete's POV)

"Oh my god!" Hailey's dad yells, and I jump away from Cheryl, startled. Patrick does the same, looking at him with frightened eyes. Wimp.

Hailey just slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes. "What do you want now?"

"How did they get back here?"

"Through the window," Hailey says nonchalantly, and Cheryl starts giggling.

"But... uh... did you...?" Her dad stutters, and Hailey rolls her eyes.

"No, Dad, none of us had sex."

That makes him incredibly uncomfortable, and Hailey's mom walks by.

"Even if they did, what does it matter? They're big girls now," she calls.

"Not in my house!" he walks out, and we all glance at each other. Cheryl snorts.

"What?" I ask defensively.

"Your faces were perfect during that whole thing. You looked terrified."

"I was!" Patrick shrieks, plucking his fedora off his head and running his hands through his hair. Then he slaps it back on his head.

"Patrick, he's only my dad. You don't haveta worry about him."

"Yeah, I do! What if he hates me? What if this whole thing turns out to be like Romeo and Juliet or some shit and we both end up dying because of something stupid we both did and-"

"Really?" Hailey interrupts, looking amused.

"I'm just nervous and when I'm nervous I ramble," he admits, blushing.

"I see."

"So, who's hungry?" Cheryl stretches and groans, getting up from the uncomfortable floor.

Patrick legit raises his hand, and I roll my eyes at his dorkiness.

"Um, question," he starts. "Will there be pancakes?"

"Why wouldn't there be?" Hailey answers.

"Uh... were gonna have to face your dad for this aren't we?" I ask nervously.

"Stop being so wimpy. You'll be fine."

Sighing, I trail after Patrick and the girls up the stairs to our literal death.

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*Joe's POV*

"Andyyyyyyy, wake up."

He groans, flipping over onto his other side. I look at the big tattoo on his back, listening to him breathe. Yeah, were in the same bed, shirtless. Friends do that, right?

"Andy, we need to feed the monster," I say louder, grabbing his shoulder and shaking it.

"How about you fuel the hellion, and I sleep," he mumbles sleepily, which is a really cute sound. What?

"C'mon, don't make me do this by myself," I whine. He rolls back over to face me, smirking.

"Okay, but you gotta beg," he says jokingly, but I felt a pang somewhere deep in my stomach. Haha, Joe, you're very sexually frustrated, aren't ya?

"No, fuck you." I walk to my suitcase while he laughs, getting out a T-shirt and pulling it over my head. I would throw one at him, but he never wears shirts, and I personally don't want him to.

God, Joe, you're going insane.

Just as I walk into the bathroom to pee, I hear the door burst open, and the little horse comes galloping in.