Seriously, We Should Definately Make Out (pete wentz)

Chapter 13~Monopoly and Dreams

Chapter 13~ Monopoly and Dreams

Pete's POV

It had been about three months since that eventful night. Ryder and I were doing great. Everyone was massively happy for us, with the exclusion of Dallon. He basically cut me off and is quite short with Ryder when she tries to talk to him. Nevertheless, we were all happy.

Ryder was sat across from me in the floor, studying her Monopoly money in her hands. Her eyes narrowed as she reluctantly moved her piece on the board into the "Go To Jail" square. "Babe, will you bail me out?" she asked me playfully.

"Sorry I don't date criminals," I laughed.

"Says the guy who got pulled into the station for pissing on a magazine rack when he was drunk," she scoffed.

I shook my head and let a loud laugh fill the room at the memory of waking up to that story. I decided to piss her off even more and buy a property that she had wanted to get. I picked up the ownership card and she laughed at me, "You don't have enough money for that!"

I just shrugged and pulled a fifty from under the board that I had hidden when she went to use the bathroom. "You cheater!" she yelled, trying to snatch the fake bill from my hand. She lunged at me from across the board and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to the ground beside me, ruining the whole game in the process.

"That game is boring as hell," I laughed.

"I agree. But you're still a cheater," she pouted. I rolled my eyes and kissed her.

We spent the evening watching reruns of Friends and having several make out sessions. My kind of night.

Every since the night we got together, Ryder and I haven't slept in separate beds. It's become routine that we go to bed together and then argue over who makes breakfast the following morning. She usually got me to do it, seeing as how I can't say no to those big doe eyes.

"Goodnight, Pete," she whispered as she buried her head into my bare chest.

"Goodnight, baby," I smiled as I gently brushed through her soft honey brown hair with my fingers and let the darkness envelope me.

Ryder's POV

I felt Pete tremble beneath me, jolting me from my peaceful sleep. I removed myself from our entwined position and looked at him. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, sweat coated his forehead, he was shaking completely, and he was murmuring incoherent sentences.

I shook his shoulder. "Pete, wake up!" I whispered loudly. No response. I shook him a bit harder. "Pete! Wake up!"

His eyes shot open and he pushed himself into a sitting position. He put his head in his hands and attempted to calm himself down. "Are you alright?" I asked gently.

He looked at me as if he forgot I was here. He nodded his head slightly and reached over for his bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a medicine bottle. He opened it and pulled out a tablet and popped it into his mouth and swallowed a bit of water. He flopped back into bed and sighed loudly.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Ativan," he said flatly.

"What does it do?"

"Calms me down," he said in between deep breaths.

"What did you dream, babe?" I asked. He was scaring me.

"Just leave it, will you?" he said, clearly annoyed. I didn't mean to be nosey, but I was concerned.

"I'm sorry, I'm just-" I began but he hastily got out of bed and walked through the door, slamming it behind him. I sighed and laid back down, deciding to let him cool down.

I officially suck at updating.. Fortunately, since school is almost out, I'm going to have a looootttt of spare time. I'll also  be making a brand new fan fic about Andrew Garfield so stay tuned for updates :P