The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 72 (Cheryl's POV)

After my mom walks out, I start wondering what the fucking hell got into me.

I glance over at Pete, who's hair is literally in knots from me pulling at it and my lipstick I rarely wear is all over his lips.

"Um..." I trail off, and he looks at me, eyes still wide in bewilderment.

"I have never seen that side of you before." He stands up, pulling me up next to him. "Can't say I don't like it, either."

I roll my eyes and smack him. "You might want to clean that red shit off your face while I deal with the birth giver."

I walk out of the room before he can say anything, trying to find mom. If she hasn't gotten a one-way ticket to Peru by now.

I walk all around the house, not finding her.

"Mom?" I call curiously, wondering where she could have gone. I walk into the kitchen, seeing a note on the counter.

"Went to see your dad. Didn't want to interrupt your little... love fest again.

Don't use my thongs.

Mom."

What the fuck?

"No way in hell would I want to use your thongs, Mom," I mutter to myself, crumbling up the note.

"What did you say?" Pete says, coming up behind me.

"AGH!" I screech in surprise, the note flying out of my hand and hitting the cat, making her jump five feet in the air.

Pete starts laughing, hugging me from behind and resting his head on my shoulder. "What did that note say?"

"Mom just being a snarky bitch like usual."

"Yeah... I feel really weird about that."

"Don't, I've walked in on weirder stuff with my parents."

I walk away, leaving him standing there looking disturbed. I laugh.

"Coming?"

"I would have, but I was kind of interrupted."

My head whips around so fast that Pete throws his arms up. "Sorry! Can I not make jokes?"

I sigh, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. I flick through numerous channels, finally settling on A Haunting. Might as well take any chances of sleeping away tonight.

Pete leaps onto the couch, wedging himself between me and the back of the couch. I feel his body squirming around, him grunting in effort.

"Are you having problems back there?" I ask without looking at him.

"Little bit, yeah. I'm fat, alright?"

I shake my head, feeling the need to cuddle. I lay down beside Pete, who's eyes are glued to the TV. I slowly make my way closer and closer to him, until I'm practically laying on his chest.

"You are on my chest."

"Ya don't say?" I mumble into his shirtless chest, making myself comfortable on his body. He wraps his arms around my waist, making me feel protected from the demons and spirits on that stupid show I can't seem to stop watching.

Soon enough, I do fall asleep, listening to his steady heartbeat and wishing I didn't ever have to move.

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*Joe's POV*

"Andyyyyy, it hurts," I whine, laying sprawled out on the bed, wishing the throbbing in my face would go away. Its been a day since I've been in the hospital, and Gracie really wanted to play with her friend today, so Andy drove her over. But he just walked in the door so I'm going to complain to him.

"I know it does, Joey," he says softly, laying on his stomach beside me, propping his chin on his hands. "Where is your ice pack?"

I point to the window.

"Damn it, Joe, did you throw it out the window again?"

I slowly nod, pouting. "I got mad at it."

"Its an inanimate object, Joseph, how can it make you mad?"

"Because it wouldn't do what I said," I say childishly.

"What did you tell it to do?" He seems to be enjoying this. Enjoying me being upset. Hmph.

"I told it to make me feel better and it didn't so out the window it went."

Andy sighs. "What am I going to do with you?"

I pretend to be contemplating my decision. "You could kiss me back to my health."

He looks surprised, but is trying to mask it, like I didn't mean what I said.

"If I kiss you and it doesn't make you better, will you throw me out the window?"

"I may just keep you for a while."

He raises his eyebrow. "I see. And what would you keep me for?"

I close one of my eyes thoughtfully.

"To close the hole in my heart."

Andy sits up. "Have those painkillers gotten to you or do you really have feelings?"

I look at him, and he's smiling. But I'm not.

"I'm serious, Andy. I, uh, I like you."

"I like you too, Joe. If we didn't like each other I don't think we'd be in the same room right now."

"No... like... I really like you, Andy... a lot."

He looks at me for a long time, and I start to cringe in embarrassment from voicing the feelings I've been hiding. But then he leans down and places his lips softly on mine, making my head buzz. He's really kissing me.

He opens his eyes and smiles at me.

"I really like you too, Joe."