Pete stood up after pausing the tv. he was hungry as hell. and damn Cheetos would be nice.
he walked towards the pantry and flicked on the lights. not in here. he walked into the kitchen and looked in the cabinet above the stove. not in here either.
where the hell are the fucking cheetos?
Pete paused to think about it. fucking Patrick. God damnit. he ate Pete's fucking Cheetos. wow this is not cool.
Patrick was currently in the shower and sure, Pete should probably wait to ask him, but this was serious. Pete stormed into the bathroom and pulled open the shower curtain.
Patrick let out a blood curtailing scream as he fell to the floor, pulling the soap down with him.
"are we-stop screaming it's just me-are we out of Cheetos?" Pete asked with an annoyed look on his face. he just fucking wanted Cheetos.
"what the hell Peter! are you kidding me! i don't know!" Patrick yelped, holding onto the hip that he fell on.
Pete thought for a moment before getting into the shower with him.
"no Pete!" Patrick yelped, pushing Pete against the wall.
"hey don't push!" Pete yelled shoving Patrick into the wall and sucking on his neck. "you ate my Cheetos you don't have a right to push me!"
