What A Catch.

Chapter 92

Pov Beth

Back on the beanbags, finally. Everyone is out, except for Pete and I. Casey is at some modeling shoot, Andy is getting a tatoo done, Patrick and Joe are at an interview... Mcr are at an interview too.

Its just us, finally.

I join Pete on the sofa.

"We havent been this alone for a while." I state with a smirk.

He turn to me and smirks.

"You know what that means?"

"Oh, darling, do I know." He says.

In one swift move I windmill my hands at him, slapping him with pillows that are in my hand.

"This is not what I was expecting." Pete shouts. "But Im ready."

He pushes my down, slamming a pillow into my face. I scream, attacking his back with the pillow. Eventually I overpower him, pushing him onto his back. I stradle his waist as I pummel him with my now one remaining pillow. He laughs as I attack him, Im not willing to lose. We roll off the sofa and onto the floor, both of us determined to win. We roll around on the floor, screaming and laughing, attacking each other. Eventually we stop, Im on top, that means I win. I cheer and he sighs dramatically. I laugh at the provocative position and kiss him on the nose before rolling off him.

"So? Movie?" I ask.

"Of course."

We watch an action movie and I lean on his chest and, even though it was an action movie, it was totally romantic!

The idea that our relationship is being best friends and we are allowed to kiss is the best thing ever, (Sorry Casey). I think about the slope of his nose and the pout of his lips. I think of the little spikes of his hair and the way he smiles when I do something dopey.

"Hey, Beth, what are you thinking about?" He whispers.

"How you are amazing." I reply.

"Do you want to expand?" He says smugly.

"Well." I turn to face him. "I like the mountains in your hair and the way your forehead folds when you laughs and the angle of your nose and the jewels that are nestled in your eyes that make them so interesting." I trace my hand over his features as I talk and he sits slient, lips slightly parted. "I like... The roseyness in your cheeks when you are embarassed and the dimples that sometimes come out and make me smile, leading down to your lips." I trail off like a question.

I lean forward and touch my lips near his, milimeters away from each other I inhale his scent. I make a kissing sound before sitting back.

"How I know how you are feeling now, how I can read your body language and how you are carefree and how you put apple in your salad... Pete, you cant cook, you poisoned me."

He doesnt move at all and I notice him focus in on my lips.

"Its rude to stare." I whisper.

He chuckles and I hold him in the palm of my hand. I wait a moment more, biting on my lip.

"Oh. My. God Beth." Pete breathes before pulling me onto him.

I fly forward, to leaning on his chest. He plants his lips on mine and I smile. I lean in passionately, moving my lips on his. He wraps his arms around me and closes the small gap between us with a grunt. I plant my hands on his cheeks and he licks my bottom lip, I open my mouth. We role onto the floor and now Im lying flat on the carpet, gasping for air. He gives me a moment to breathe before advancing on me again. He kisses way down my neck and I giggle. He gives me a funny look for a breif moment before returning to leaving kisses up my neck. I gasp and roll him over onto his back. I force him down on the floor and stradle him, kissing him passionately. I place my hands up his top and around his back as I bite his lip, making him arch his back.

"Hey, we are h-" Someone says, making me sit up suddenly.

I pull his teeshirt down and adjust my hair. Pete laughs at my discomfort and I poke his nose.

"What did we just walk into?" Gerard asks.

"We had a pillow fight and watched a movie. The norm... You know?" I say, trying to act casual.

"And you are stradling Pete?"

I laugh, turning to look at Pete awkwardly, who sits up, so Im now in his lap.

"When isnt she." Joe laughs, walking in and taking a drink from the fridge.

I climb off of Pete slowly and give him a hand up.

"Not awkward." I whisper, rushing away quietly.

"Hey, come back." Gerard shouts.

"You cant make me!" I shout, in good humor.

Pete emerges and grabs me in a backwards hug, grabbing me around the waist and dragging me backwards into the beanbag room where everyone else is. I squeal as I am lifted off the ground and dragged away.

Pete sits down, forcing me onto his lap. His arms wrap tight around my waist. I stop struggling after a moment or two.

"So you were making out?" Gerard asks.

"Yes you dumb fuck! What do you wanna know and why dont you just ask Pete!" I snarl playfully.

"Its more fun getting it from you."

I try and keep Gerard staring at me as I see Frank advance behind Gerard.

"Was it fun? Was there lov-"

Gerard falls off of the sofa as Frank starts tickling him. Frank is showing Gerard his jazz hands as he tickles him. Gerard wheezes and screams like a little girl and we all laugh at him.

When Frank finishes, Gerard groans, "Frank. You and your habits with tackling me."

He brushes himself off before sitting back off. Frank sniggers, stepping back.

"Anyway. was there-" Gerard gets interrupted this time by 3 people.

Mikey and Ray dive at Gerard and Frank, seeing what is happening, joins in. Gerard screams as if in actual pain as he disappears in the pile of people. Gerard drowns in the sea of arms tickling him. Pete has released his grip on me slightly due to him laughing so hard, so I take a chance. I roll straight off of him, head first onto the floor, head over heals. I roll to standing, putting my hands on my hips.

"I win." I say.

I stand and observe the scene and the quiet muffled sounds of screaming and swearing. I am cut off mid laugh when someone tackles me onto a beanbag. I scream as I fly at the ground. A pile of hair follows me and some feet join in.

"Didnt win." Pete whispers into my ears.

They all start tickling me, and they dont know Im not ticklish. I pretend to laugh as all of Fall Out Boy and Casey pile on top of me.

"This. Is. Not. Fair." I wheeze as hand fly everywhere.

I decide to stop pretending to laugh and stop, dead pan.

"What the fuck." Joe whispers as the hands disappear.

"Im not ticklish." I say.

"But Ive still got you." Pete shouts, picking me up over his shoulder.

"Not very far off the ground are we?" I joke, resulting in Pete smacking my butt.

"What is this torture?" I hear Gerard wail.

Pete is just standing there with me over his shoulder. I take the opportunity to pinch his butt and he squeaks.

"Nice butt." I whisper in his ear.

"Grew it myself." He replies.

He puts my down but wraps me in an inescapable hug. The guys step away from Gerard, who is crying from laughter, and sit down as if nothing has happened. Gerard lies on the floor and makes some weird sounds.

"Grow some balls." Ray says.

"I already have two, Im okay." He replies.

"I dont have any." I mutter.

"Thanks for that Beth." Mikey says.

"Enlightening." Patrick adds.