That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter Ten] Come A Little Closer

[Chapter Ten] Come A Little Closer.

This chapter is short, I'm sorry .-.

Song: For Baltimore by All Time Low

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The sound of someone vomiting woke me up the next morning. I groaned, placing my hands over my eyes in a poor attempt to block the sun seeping in through the white curtains. Unlike last night, the house was quiet. Well, minus the sound of someone puking in the bathroom, everything else was perfectly silent. My eyes scanned the bedroom, noticing that my clothing had been scattered all over the room. I looked down at my body, also noting that I was wearing my panties and an oversized jersey.

The events that happened last night replayed in my mind. I had one beer, played spin the bottle, kissed some hot blonde whose name is unfamiliar to me and ended up having sex with Peter. Normal people would probably be freaking out right now- having sex with a close friend whom you have absolutely no feelings for, wouldn't you be? But I'm not. I'm perfectly calm. I just wonder how Peter will react to all of this. I don't want him thinking that me having sex with him makes us a 'thing'. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just some harmless fun, really.

Throwing the covers off my body, I stood up from the bed and slowly began walking towards the bathroom. To no surprise, Peter was crouched over the the toilet, shirtless. His head was buried in his arms as the puking seemed to halt for a brief moment before it quickly returned. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before me. I've seen Peter throw up because of the aftermath of getting wasted, but I've never seen anything this bad. Peter was shirtless, his dark hair tousled and in nothing but Batman boxers.

"Jesus, Pete," I sighed, kneeling down beside him on the cold bathroom tile. "how much did you drink last night? You're a fucking wreck."

Sighing, Peter leaned back against the wall, his legs now crossed underneath him. "Thanks, Lydia, love you, too," he joked, his words causing me to chuckle. "Honestly, I don't remember much from last night. All I really remember is getting some cocaine from Michael, drinking from the keg that Jonathan brought and seeing you." He admitted, sighing heavily as his dark fingers ran through his messy hair. Peter's eyes flickered to me, him arching a questioning brow. "W-Why are you wearing my... my jersey?" He paused, looking down at himself. "Wait... why am I in just my boxers?"

I sighed, bring my knees up to my chest. "You honestly don't remember what happened last night, do you?" I asked, smiling sympathetically at the boy. He sure as hell wasn't a virgin and neither was I, so I honestly don't see what he could be upset about. Peter slowly shook his head in response.

"No," he replied. "I told you, the last thing I remember is seeing you standing in the entrance of the living room." I nodded, believing him without a hesitation. Smiling slightly, I ran my fingers through his hair, my hand placed over his arm in attempt to give him some comfort. If it hasn't dawned on him by now that he and I had sex, then Peter can really be a clueless man.

"Well, since you don't remember, I have no idea how you'll react to this. But was done is done and I don't see the point in reacting badly," a few seconds of silence passed by before I finally decided on telling him what had happened last night. Truthfully, I'm kind of worried about how Peter will react. He's an amazing friend and I definitely don't want to lose him as one. "Last night, after playing two rounds of spin the bottle, I pulled you out of the room to see if everything was alright because I swear, dude, your face was redder than a fucking tomato. Anyways, when I pulled you out the room, you kissed me, and we ended up having sex... six times... You're really good, by the way." I mumbled the last part. Carefully, I watched Peter's expression, trying to find any type of emotion in his eyes, but it was pointless. The only type of emotion I was able to find was shock. I couldn't tell whether he was sad, angry, upset or hurt. I'm pretty hurt... physically, anyways. I'm still sore from last night, but that's not the point. The point is that we both chose to have sex. I don't consider it a mistake, but if he does, then oh well. It's just another event we can shove into the book of unwanted memories inside our brain. I'm just going to keep this memory in the book of 'stupid shit I did while drunk.'

After what seemed like forever, Peter finally showed a sign of emotion. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face in, what seemed like, exhaustion. "Well, I'm going to be honest, this isn't the first time I've had sex with a girl I'm only friends with at a party. I'm not saying I do it often, but this isn't the first time. How do you feel, though? I lost my old friend because of this, and I really don't want to lose you, Lydia," he admitted. Much like countless of times before, his words caused a wide smile to form on my lips.

"Look, Peter," I kneeled down in front of him, my hands placed on my bare thighs. "I'm attracted to you, honestly. You're tall, dark and handsome. You have an amazing smile and an equally amazing personality to go along with it. It's just... I don't really want to be in a relationship right now. I'm just... I don't know. I'm kind of looking for a fuck buddy instead of a partner, to be completely honest. I hope we can still be friends, because I don't want to loose you as a friend either, Pete." I admitted.

A wide grin suddenly spread across Peter's lips, surprising me a bit. "Oh, thank god," he breathed out, relieved. "Not to offend you, Lydia, but I'm not really looking for a relationship either. Just, like, sex, ya know?" He paused, raising a questioning brow at me. "Wait, you, Lydia Daniel Parker, are looking for a fuck buddy?" Peter questioned, laughing loudly. I was sort of worried that if he laughed loud enough, he would throw up.

I nodded, chuckling quietly. "Yes, Peter Anthony Walker. I am looking for a fuck buddy. I can't believe you remember my middle name, though." When Peter and I first met, I introduced myself to him by telling him my full name. The reason why? I had snorted four lines of cocaine and was higher than a motherfucker. I have a weird memory so of course I remembered his middle name. Also because I remember telling him once that he should change his name to Tony because he looked more like a Tony. Then I started calling him Tony for an entire semester.

Peter pressed his lips together, a thoughtful look overcoming his features. "Since we've already had sex... can I be your fuck buddy?" He asked, his words shocking me completely.

"Peter, you seriously want to become my fuck buddy? You do realize that becoming my sex partner means that you have to fuck me when and wherever I want, right?" Peter nodded, not faltering one bit. I sighed, running my fingers through my rat nest of hair. "Well, if you say so. But here are the rules- we can't get attached, alright? That's the main fucking rule. If you begin to feel like you might be growing feelings, tell me so we can break it off. Rule number two- we can't fuck other people while fucking each other. I don't need or want any STD's. Rule number three- we can fuck each other where ever we want, just as long as it isn't in front of other people. And the final fucking rule, you cannot tell anyone that we're fuckng eachother, got it? If you do, I will kick your ass, Pete." I warned, stabbing my finger into his chest.

Laughing, Peter nodded in response as he pushed my finger away from his chest. He leaned closer to me, his lips nearly touching my own. "Why don't we start 'practicing'?" He suggested. I smirked, knowing exactly what he was referring to. I crawled into his lap, my arms snaking around his neck as I pressed my lips against his.

The events that quickly followed are too sexual to put in contexts, but if you still want to know what happened next- "picture this; we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor."