Everyone went insane two weeks before the wedding. My mom was freaking out over invitations. Pete was freaking out because we didn't have a cake picked yet. And my family was freaking out because I was getting married. The calm one? Me. Me and Joe since he was my best man.
"Patricia I need help with these cake samples" Pete said.
"I have to make sure these invitations are out. Can't you taste them yourself?" she asked. He looked over at me.
"Patrick"
"I've gained five pounds from just cake samples Pete and I already told you I like the vanilla with the vanilla frosting"
"Yeah but I don't like that one and if I'm eating human food-"
"Human food?" my mom asked.
"Private joke" we said at the same time. I smiled at her innocently and pulled Pete into the next room in case any other references to his vampireness came up.
"Pete I'm sorry but I'm sick of eating cake" I said. He groaned and stomped his feet.
"Oh my god you're literally a hundred and thirty seven years old stop it" I said. He pouted and crossed his arms like a child.
"Not gonna work" I said putting my hand on my hip. He made a whining noise and stomped his feet again. "Pete act your age"
"No" He said childishly.
"Pete-"
"Mon amour eat some more cake please"
"Pete you pick the cake"
"Your human food disgusts me"
"You wanted a wedding"
"I will fuck you if you eat more cake"
"I can survive without sex" I shrugged. He smiled and was inches from me in seconds.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
"Yup" I said popping the p. He started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned. "Never mind I lied where's the cake"
"That's what I thought" he smiled.
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Finally we picked a fucking cake. Chocolate with strawberry icing. I glared at Pete while he smiled innocently.
"Two hours of 'I don't like this one mon amour pick another one' don't fucking smile at me I'll slap you so hard you frown" He smiled wider and laughed.
"You're cute when you're mad" I smacked him on his mouth gently. He frowned and stared at me.
"You think I'm kidding?" I asked.
"Really?" he snapped. I saw a spot if red in his eyes.
"It was a joke bloodsucker" He glared more. "What?" I asked.
"You're getting on my nerves" he mumbled.
"I'm getting on your nerves!?" I yelled.
"Yes you are!" he yelled back.
"Are you seriously starting a fight over nothing!?" He crossed his arms and glared. His eyes were getting redder and redder. "You know what fine" I got up and started walking away. He was in front of me now blocking the doorway to the basement. "Move" I said crossing my arms.
"No. Don't walk away from me"
"Pete you literally started a fight over nothing and I really just wanna sleep so move your bloodless, soulless ass out of my way" He looked a bit stunned at my choice of words. I knocked his arm down and stomped downstairs.
"Fuck you!" he screamed so loud the walls shook. I jumped.
"Fuck you too!" I yelled back. I heard the front door slam shut. I stared at the hallway to the garage. I shook my head and walked back to the couch.
"Patrick? What happened?" my mom asked.
"Just a fight. I'm fine. We're fine" I mumbled. I hugged my pillow to my chest tightly.
"O-okay" she said "Well then I'll just go back go making wedding invitations" I nodded. She walked upstairs. I laid down and pouted at the wall. I pressed my head into the pillow and screamed as loud as I could in frustration. He knows I didn't mean that right? He knows me better than that. Although an angry blood thirsty vampire running the streets? Not good. I groaned loudly.
"Don't kill anyone you psycho" I mumbled. I closed my eyes and let out a breath "And stay safe please"
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I turned a little and opened my eyes. Pete stared at me inches from my face. I jumped and sat up.
"Jesus christ" I mumbled "Don't fucking do that I'm half asleep Pete"
"You called for me in your sleep. But I didn't wanna touch you" He said stiffly. I rubbed my eye and yawned.
"I guess you're still mad at me then" I mumbled. He nodded. I sighed and laid back down. "Then I'm going back to sleep" I pulled my blanket over me and faced away from him. I didn't close my eyes though. I wasn't tired and I just wanted Pete. We were getting married in two weeks this was ridiculous. We both had trouble staying mad at one another. Every time we fought one of us broke down and apologized. I probably should since I called him those names. But I sucked with words so usually if I just looked at him a certain way he got what I was saying. I turned to face him again. He stared at me intently. I opened my arms to him like a child asking for his favorite teddy bear. He sighed.
"I forgive you" he mumbled. I smiled and he hugged me. "I'm sorry Patrick. I guess I'm just a bit stressed. I am getting married to the love of my life soon"
"I know. Me too" He moved his lips closer to mine and kissed me. A gentle sweet kiss. He pulled away.
"Sorry" he whispered.
"For what?" I asked.
"Being a dick" He pouted. I smiled.
"You're always a dick honey bear. But so am I. We fit well together you know. Your crazy matches mine"
"You can stop quoting deadpool now" he said. I giggled a little bit.
