"Peeeeeete what are you doing?"
You asked as your boyfriend Pete Wentz ran around the room topless.
"Trying. To. Catch. This. Annoying. Fly."
He said running around, jumping in between words.
You sighed and rolled you eyes, once Pete wanted to do something you couldn't stop him unless....
"Pete Panda come back here and cuddle with me!"
You asked Pete knowing the nicknames would annoy him. "No Y/N I need to catch this fly!"
You sighed trying to think of another name he hated.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third come and cuddle with me and leave that fly alone?!"
You asked hopping his full name would work.
"Sorry sweetie but this fly deserves justice upon it!"
He said turning around to look at you for a couple of seconds.
This name has to work, you thought to yourself.
"Oh Petey Pie come and cuddle with me please?"
You looked up at Pete and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. As he froze in place and started moving towards you with a look of anger on his face.
"Do you know what happens to people who call me that Y/N?" He asked intimidatingly.
You decided to push your luck once more,
"No Petey Pie why don't you tell me?"
His glare grew into a smirk as he jumped on the sofa and leant over you.
"Now Y/N this is what happens if you call me that name!"
He leant in and connected his lips with yours still smirking at your shock.
"Well" you said "I should call you Petey Pie more often!"
