The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

I wake up engulfed by Pete's naked body curled around my own.

We are facing face to face, our chests and stomachs pressed together. Pete's eyes are still closed in slumber, his face relaxed and content. I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath and admire his beauty.

His week worth of stubble, his jet black messy from sleep and from my hands running through it last night, and his long, luscious lips wide open showing perfectly white and straight teeth, his arm and chest muscles, hot tattoos. He looks like a model out of a magazine.

Picture perfect on the outside; stunning, cunning, mysterious. But closer to the core where the real Pete Wentz hides, is a darkened yet caring soul. A tattered heart.

He's opened up to me, after years of being friends, told me his story behind his battle scars. Frayed around the edges, Pete is still impeccably perfect to me.

I card my hand through his soft hair and breathe him in. He smells of sweat, cologne, and me. I smile to myself and the perfect man lying next to me.

A familiar tune springs into mind, and the lyrics start flowing through my brain and out my mouth.

"I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast..."

The lyrics to the ten year old song Saturday come back to me easily. It's one of the band's favorite songs, and it has a special place in my heart.

Memories of Pete and me sitting on the couch of my basement after midnight, swilling down beers, come rushing to my mind as I continue singing the song quietly, not trying to wake Pete.

That night, we were bored and knew we needed a couple new songs for Take This To Your Grave so we fooled around with random lyrics and different pieces of music, me on my acoustic and Pete on my bass, trying to get some inspiration flowing.

Somehow, lyrics and a tune started coming together, and soon enough, we had a kick ass song, one we were both proud of which touched our hearts.

Pete stirs a bit in his sleep, as I keep singing, clutching onto him and the memories. "Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence..."

Pete's eyes flutter open and a smile spreads across his face, still dazed from sleep. He pulls me closer to him and I belt out the chorus even louder, trying to make him laugh.

He grins wider. When I reach the final chorus, Pete joins in with me and sings his screaming part. His voice is raspy and I can barely contain my laughter.

I can't help myself and end up cracking before finishing the last line of the song. I lean into Pete and give him a good morning kiss, a giddy feeling filling up my stomach.

"What a perfect way to wake up," he murmurs, kissing me back automatically and passionately.

I pull back and smile.

"Hey, I wasn't done," Pete whispers as he leans, pressing his lips back to mine.

His kiss is soft, not hungry or demanding like last night. He seems more than happy to just have me in his arms and in his bed. When he pulls back this time, he's the one smiling.

"I love you, Trick," he states, a goofy smile across his face.

I close the space between us and kiss his forehead. "I love you, too, Pete."

We lay in each other's embrace, neither of us wanting to pull away from the perfect moment. Pete's arms are still around me and mine around him. Our warm bodies pressed together. Silence. Privacy.