the boy on manic street

Eleven

Patrick's POV

I roll over in bed, ending up face to face with an open-mouthed Pete Wentz breathing something awful into my nostrils.

I quickly roll off the bed, coughing and holding my mouth, "Gosh- Pete! You reek."

He groans, sitting up, Metallica muscle-t twisted all around his torso, "What-?" Pete runs a hand over his face.

"Can you like brush your teeth or something?" I ask, taking off my shirt and putting on a new one, as it has been ruined by Pete's mouth stench.

"Um, sure?" He looks at me confused, going to brush his teeth.

I check the time and notice it's 6:38am, then I flop onto the bed and groan really loud. Pete comes out toothbrush in hand with a funny look on his face, "What's wrong?"

"It's 6:38," I rub my hands on my face, "And I'm wide awake.

"Well, let's do something then," He suggests after spitting into the sink, "Use that brain of yours."

"Yes, because having glasses makes me really smart," I respond sarcastically, grabbing my glasses and sliding them onto my face. I got a new pair a couple months ago after that one incident.

Pete walks out and jumps onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind and tickling me. I squeal, "PEEEEEETE STOOOP!"

He laughs, rubbing my hair and making it all messy, "You're cute 'Trick."

"Thanks," I shoot him a sarcastic smile, fixing my hair.

"No problem!" Pete replies cheerfully, "Now, we need to think of something to do."

"I'm out of ideas," I lie down, placing my head in his lap.

"Well I'm not," He smiles down at me, "Let's see here . . . the apartment is already clean, we've watched every single movie we own at least ten times each, we already had a picnic the other day . . . "

"It's almost 7:00 in the morning! Why would we have a picnic?" I exclaim, then think of something, "Hey, we should get breakfast at McDonald's."

"Sounds good," Pete grins, planting a kiss on my forehead then getting up to change.

I do the same, settling for a navy blue cotton shirt, black skinny jeans, and my fedora. I invited Pete to move in with me a few weeks ago, deciding that it would be more convenient for us to live together instead of having to drive to each other's apartments. So now my apartment is usually always clean 'cause he's so organized. And it's really nice because we can walk downtown just around the block so we don't need to drive everywhere. His work is only two blocks away, also.

"Ready!" Pete grins, slapping a Chicago Cubs snapback onto his messy black hair. He has a bad dress sense, to be quite honest, but he always manages to wear name-brand clothes somehow. I still love him though.

We decide to walk there rather than drive, as it's a short driving distance but a nice walking one. It's dewey this morning and whenever we talk our breaths are visible.

"Could we go to the guitar shop today? I want to try out a couple of the new basses that came in yesterday," Pete suggests, slipping his fingers between mine.

I shrug, "Sure. I'd like to look at a couple of the new acoustics as well."

"Sounds like a date," He winks, grinning, "A new guy started working there the other day."