Sunshine City (Petekey)

IX.

I woke up to the door being thrown heavily open.

"Mikey, what the fuck?!" I heard a scream and my eyes flew open, blinking through the light of the car. It was still really dark outside and I sighed.

Pete stared down at me, eyes wide and face blotchy. I looked up at him in confusion before I felt pain in my face and my glasses flying into the passenger's seat. I blinked and looked up at Pete, again, angrily.

"Don't fucking slap me, Pete! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I narrowed my eyes at him, very grumpily.

"Mikey, don't you dare fucking do that to me again!" Pete's voice sounded on the edge of tears. "I almost called the police!"

"Why?" I snapped. "You didn't seem to mind me that much last night!" I shoved him out of the way and slammed the door angrily behind me, stomping away from the truck.

"Don't walk away from me, Mikey!" Pete shouted. "And don't say I didn't care. I was worried sick about you!"

I ignored him and kept walking back toward the hotel. I didn't hear his footsteps like I expected so I just stormed inside. So what if I was acting like a child? He was the one who brought a prostitute back to the room. It was really hard to act pissed when the preppy elevator music was playing but I was angry. Who or what gave him the right to punch me? That's twice he'd hurt me in less than twelve and a half hours. The only difference was that one was physical and the other was emotional, but guess which one hurt worse?

I walked to our room praying to God that she wasn't still there and trying to force myself to calm down because I'd totally over-reacted outside with Pete. If I woke up and he was gone, I'd freak out too. The only thing was, I wouldn't bring a girl back to the room with me while he was in there. That made me think even harder. Did that mean Pete was straight? I saw that the door was locked and I didn't have a key which made me even angrier. I checked the time and realized it was only four a.m. which was insane.

I turned around and leaned against the wall, sliding down until my butt hit the ground and I sighed, pulling my legs into my chest, curling up. I wanted to go back to New Jersey. I didn't care if Pete came or not.

Liar.

Of course I wanted Pete to come. He made life more interesting and he was just good company.

-
I must've fallen asleep on the wall outside the door because the next thing I knew, Pete was shaking me awake.

"Mikey, wake up," he whispered. I blinked up at him and yawned.

"That's a much better wake-up, don't you think?" I shrugged. "A lot better than getting screamed at."

"Mikey, you can't fucking leave the hotel room without telling anyone." Pete's face looked genuinely worried and his eyes were wide with... Terror? "What if you'd been abducted?" He grabbed my by the shoulder and pulled me to my feet.

"I can take care of myself, Pete," I murmured, drowsily. I leaned against the wall to keep my balance because I was still fucking tired. There was no way I was sleeping in the driver's seat of Pete's truck ever again. "My head really hurts and I feel really dizzy."

"Like hell you can take care of yourself," Pete whispered, pointedly shaking me slightly. "Fucking look at you."

"Excuse you, I look amazing," I whispered. Pete chuckled and he leaned over to unlock the door. He slipped an arm under mine and helped me into the room. I could barely keep my eyes open and my neck was killing me.

"Mikey?"

"Hmmm?"

"How about we try last night again even though it's five-thirty in the morning?"

"'Kay."

Pete sat me down on the bed and I fell backwards almost immediately.

"Mikey, get under the covers," Pete ordered. I nodded and did what he said, and it worked like magic. I passed out again after a really long and stressful night.

I woke up around eight with Pete snoring in the bed next to me. I felt much better now with the sunlight streaming through the sunlight. Pete was facing me, but his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my eyes and I yawned gently.

The events of last night swirled through my head and I sighed. Did I really care about some girl Pete brought back with him? And if I did care, how much did I care? I sighed and flopped back on the covers. I watched tv on a low volume until Pete finally began rustling around in bed and his eyes blinked open.

"Good morning," he murmured. "Don't think I'm not mad at you."

"You have every right to be," I sighed. "I have every right to be mad at you, too."

"I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you. I was so worried about you," he sighed, burying his face in his pillow and I bit my lip gently, turning my head away from Spongebob and I turned it off. It would ruin the mood.

"Although I am mad about that," I agreed. "That's not what I was talking about."

"Why else would you be mad at me?" Pete lifted his head up and looked at me in confusion.

"Pete, you brought back a girl last night. For a guy who supposedly went beer hopping last night, you seem quite sober."

"Trust me, Mikey, I'm hungover as fuck right now you just can't tell," Pete sighed. "Did I really bring back a girl?" His eyes widened.

I gasped at him and narrowed my eyes.

"You mean you don't even remember her?" I was in disbelief and Pete's confused eyes melted into understanding.

"I don't remember her, Mikey. I'm so sorry for making you upset at me."

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Terrible place to stop.

Whatever

Bye