Chapter 6~Pranks and Tattoos
Pete's POV
I woke up to the rare tapping of rain on my Los Angeles property. I smiled at the sound I had been so accustomed to in my home state of Illinois. I missed Chicago on days like this.
I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and forced myself to shower and get ready for the day.
An hour later, I was seated in my kitchen, spooning Cinnamon Toast Crunch into my mouth. It was barely 11 AM so of course Ryder wasn't awake yet. I finished my cereal and placed the dish in the sink, knowing she would complain if I left it out for the hundredth time.
Life with Ryder was a lot different than I expected, but in a good way. She was chill, simple, and fun to be around. She was childlike as well as I was. She was obsessed with pizza rolls and donuts. If she had headphones in and you tried to speak to her, she'd probably tackle you. She secretly buys food and hides it. I have to expect nerf gun ambushes often. She sings in the shower. Her favorite tv show is Supernatural and she can go on for hours about how hot the characters are. She's one of a kind, that's for sure. Pretty good kisser, too, not that I would know other than the one time.
I was snapped from my thoughts when I heard her feet padding across the tiled floor of the kitchen. She sleepily stumbled to the cupboard and looked for the cereal I had just finished off. She hopped to see if it was on a shelf above her head and I let out a small chuckle.
"Peter Elizabeth Wentz, did you eat MY cereal AGAIN?" she narrowed her eyes at me.
"First, that's not my middle name. You can't just name me, I am 25 years old. It's a bit too late. Second, yes," I grinned.
She sighed. "What am I supposed to eat now? I'm gonna starve," she groaned.
"I'll make you some French toast if you give me the best hug in the world," I offered. Her eyes lit up at the sound of her favorite breakfast as she ran to me and enveloped me in a bone crushing hug. "Don't crush the rockstar," I laughed.
She looked up at me, "Oh please."
"For that I may have to reconsider," I said.
"No no no!" she shouted and pulled me closer.
I was always looking for excuses to hug her. I offered hugs and back rubs in exchange for making her food or doing something for her. She noticed because she started doing the same. She noticed basically everything I did.
"Fine. I'll go cook. Now sit here and keep me company, brat," I smiled as I gestured for her to take a seat on the counter beside me. She hopped up and adjusted herself on the counter and gave me a sweet smile.
After breakfast, we decided to lounge around a bit. I scrolled though Instagram and Ryder scrolled through tumblr beside me. Occasionally she would giggle or turn her computer to show me a post.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" she asked with a mischievous smirk plastered on her face
"What?"
"The fan account," she smiled evilly. We set up a fake twitter account about a month ago dedicated to The Downtown Fiction and pretended to be a fangirl obsessed over Cameron. We tweeted downright creepy shit to scare him, but he was just flattered. Weird kid. We encouraged him to talk to the account so be followed it and now we DM him like 50 times a day.
Ryder pulled up the account and went to make a new tweet.
"@dtfcameronleahy: Hey Cam, we needa fuck ASAP babe. Can't live without the D @cameronleahy"
She clicked "Send Tweet" and bursted into loud laughter and I joined her. "We're so fucked up," I gasped between fits.
"He replied he replied!" she shouted as she clicked the mention.
"@cameronleahy: @dtfcameronleahy haha very funny"
I put my head in my hands and attempted to cease the pain in my stomach.
"I've always liked that tattoo," her soft voice rang quietly.
I looked up at her and followed her gaze to my tattoo covered arm. She grazed her finger over my Jack Skellington on my right forearm. Is was my favorite as well. Her fingers slowly traced it in admiration.
Our moment was ruined by Ryder's phone ringing. "Hello?" she answered and then put the call on speaker phone.
"She did it again!" Cameron's alarmed voice told us.
"I saw," she giggled.
"It's fucking creepy. Her profile photo is my face and she's probably stalking me because she knows where I'm at all the time. I should get police involved," he said.
Our eyes widen, "No, Cam, don't do that!" she pleaded.
"Why not?" he questioned.
"You'd crush that poor girl," she says smoothly.
"Dallon told me it's you and Pete," be laughs.
"That little shit," she mumbled and hung up.
"Well that was fun while it lasted," I admitted.
AUTHORS NOTE- SORRY THAT ITS STILL A BIT SLOW I JUST DONT WANT TO RUSH INTO THE PLOT.
BUT ID LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO THE USER YOUNGBLOODVOLCANOES FOR GIVING ME FEEDBACK AND JUST BEING A LOVELY HUMAN. THANKS BABEEE
AND THE TWITTER USER MAY ACTUALLY EXIST BUT I JUST MADE THE NAME UP SO SORRY IF ITS LIKE AN ACTUAL THINK. LEAVE FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!
-CJ
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