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Pizza Theft

Aurora's POV:

A soft sound echoed through the empty house. A door opening. I reached out for Brendon in the overlarge bed and grabbed his hand. He shuffled, mumbling things nowhere near definable before he picked himself up into a sitting position.

"Hm?", Brendon asked, rubbing his eyes.

"The door-", I began, but my not even broadcasted theory was already justified as a noise of footsteps began trailing around the house.

Brendon's gaze caught mine in a worried expression as he gripped my hand tightly.

"You stay here. I'll go see what it is.", He directed, firmly.

I gave him an unsure look, "I don't know, Brendon..."

He sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair, "Trust me, baby. I'll be fine. Just stay here and I'll-"

This time it was his sentence that was cut off. And this time it was cut off by a clashing of pots and pans.

He sprung up from the bed, disregarding my concerns. As he was about to reach for the doorknob, I quickly chimed in.

"Why don't you bring some kind of weapon?", I wondered, furrowed eyebrows and all.

Brendon put his fists up, "Got these, baby."

I rolled my eyes and he lowered his hands back to the doorknob, slowly creaking it opened. I hid myself, not including my eyes, under the blanket.

I watched as Brendon slowly stepped into the unknown of our dark house. Soon enough, when he seemed to have made it to the kitchen, there was a high pitched scream.

And it was Brendon.

I gasped and jumped up from our bed, rushing over to our kitchen. Once I made it, I-

"Pete?"

The kid was leaning against our counter and eating a slice of pizza. Brendon was on the floor, holding himself in a ball. I rolled my eyes as I stepped over him on the ground to make my way to Pete.

I snatched the pizza from his hands, taking a bite before saying, "Pete Wentz, what are you doing in my kitchen?"

He shrugged, "I was hungry."

I gave him a glare, "It's like 2am. Don't you have food at your house?"

"But you have pizza at your house.", Pete admitted.

I nodded, understandingly then nonchalantly pointed to Brendon, still eating the pizza.

"You're carrying him back to bed.", I demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, good luck with that."

I shook my head, "You did that to him, you're getting him up. Plus, you snuck into my house and stole my pizza at 2am."

Pete sighed, which quickly turned into a groan as he grabbed Brendon's forearm and started lifting him and dragging him back to our bed.

"What made him fall like that?", I asked, trailing shortly behind the boys.

"I heard him coming so I decided to scare him. Unarmed. In the dark. When he already predicted he was going to be murdered."

"Traumatized for life.", I huffed.

He nodded.

Slowly I realized, "Wait. I have to deal with that!"

Pete pushed Brendon onto the bed, smirked, then left.

I scoffed at him before slamming the door shut and crawling back into bed.

"Night, baby.", I said.

"D-don't leave me."

I turned to hug Brendon, "Actually, you left me..."

"For a pizza thief."

A/N: I have no idea where I was going with that one.

-Emma❤️