The next morning after game night at Joe's, Pete woke in his bed wrapped in his thick, paisley patterned blanket. He didn't have to worry about his alarm blaring his ears off because it was the weekend and that meant no early mornings and coming home smelling like stale coffee for the next three days. But as much as Pete wanted to stay in bed and cuddle with his pillows, he had something important to do today.
Grocery shopping.
His fridge is pretty much empty and only contained foods that were useless without their counterpart, such as jelly but no bread and milk but no cereal. Ordering out and getting fast food was really putting a hole in his wallet so getting a month's supply of food would be the best idea. He untangled himself from the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, standing up and shuffling over to the bathroom to shower and get ready.
Once he's finished, he shuts off the water and steps out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist and nearly slipping as he went over to the counter. After wiping off an area of the mirror with his hand, Pete looks at his reflection and pulls a tuft of his hair between his fingers. It was almost completely in its natural state, loosely curled and damp from the humidity in the bathroom, looked like it was time to straighten it again. Pete opens the bathroom door as to let some air flow into the room and get rid of the heat, the remaining steam on the mirror begins to clear up.
He picks up his phone and scrolls through it, looking for a song to play while he did his hair and dressed himself for the day. Marina and the Diamonds' Bubblegum Bitch is the song he chooses, then lightly moves his hips to the music as it plays.
***
By the time he's finished straightening his hair, he's half dressed and has gone through about ten songs before finally turning it off and locking the phone's screen. He unplugs the flatiron then sets it down on the counter before exiting the bathroom, flicking off the light as he leaves.
The thought of what he's going to wear with the black skinny jeans he decided to wear runs through his mind. He's thinking maybe the burgundy off-the-shoulder sweater in his closet, or the navy one with the white cross on the front, or maybe he'll just keep it simple and wear one of his band tees. But he was only going to the supermarket, there wasn't really a need to dress up, although he might end up hanging out with a couple friends later since it's the weekend and all. Maybe he'll see if Joe was free --which he probably was-- and ask if Patrick wanted to join them in... whatever it was they were going to do.
Pete felt his face heat up when his mind wandered to Joe's friend, though he wasn't entirely sure why. It's not like he thought Patrick was the cutest person known to man or anything like that, pffft. He was just a guy who went to college with Joe, nothing more and nothing less, he's just Pete's acquaintance. Or maybe he could become way more than that sometime, Pete rolled his eyes at himself as the thought came and went. He doesn't even really know him like that, he should just stop thinking about it.
"He's just a guy," Pete whispers to himself as he absently searches his closet for something to wear. "Just a... really cute guy with pretty eyes and soft looking lips." And when he realized what he had just said, he put a hand over his face and groaned a frustrated 'fuck' into his palm. He mentally scolded himself for two reasons: thinking about Patrick, and talking to himself.
He finally settles on wearing the burgundy sweater.
***
A loud slam emanated from the car as Pete shut the door, putting his bag on his shoulder as he pressed the button on his keys to lock up the vehicle. Before he could step through the automatic door of the supermarket, he's stopped by his boss calling out his name while riding on the back of an empty shopping cart.
