I let out a soft groan as I cuddled up to the man who had my heart. I had forgotten how safe me made me feel. He tangled his fingers in my hair and breathed calmly. I let him hold me, I had dreamed of this for months. I shivered as his fingers graced my skin. The rain made music on the window. I closed my eyes and felt a wave of relaxation come over me, replacing the one of fear. We just laid there, for hours. We never said anything, but I noticed some changes. He was wearing.. eyeliner? And his hair!
I smiled taking in the warmth of his body. All day we laid there, sunshine hot on our backs. We both agreed to finally get up. We collected my luggage and set off to get back to my old apartment (song reference? Anybody? No.. okay..). As we drove Pete turned on the radio.
Good Evening ladies and gentlemen!
Tonight we have collected some music from a new band, formed in the summer of this past year( summer of 2001, ANYONE?!?). Please enjoy, Fall Out Boy!
Pete's face lit up. "What's so exciting?" I asked him. He just smiled and waited, "Listen."
I did as I was told and suddenly heard a familiar voice.. Patrick?
I looked at Pete who was beaming.
"I-Is that.. Patrick?" I asked, slightly stunned. I never knew he could sing, so well that is. He nodded.
"I'm the bassist!" He seemed so excited. I smiled warmly and complimented the bass line. As we drove memories flooded back to me, the three trees near the freeway, the willow tree next to the hospital, the Mel's in the parking lot, everything. As we pulled up to my apartment Pete looked at me shyly and turned away.
I blushed at this, I missed him so much. I hadn't realized how much I missed his touch, the way he sent shivers down my spine, his laugh, his smile, him. Whenever he touched me, I unconsciously let my guard down. This boy could make or break me. We left the car and walked, hand in hand, up to the old apartment. I held his hand tightly, memories that weren't so welcome came back to me.
"P-Pete?" I asked, my voice growing shaky. He looked at me, compassion filling his eyes.
"I-I'm not so sure about this..." I could tell I was growing pale.
The memories that fill this apartment break my heart. I remember all those times when I thought it couldn't get any better... And it couldn't.
Pete said he wasn't going to force me into doing anything I didn't want to do. He lead me back to the car and opened the door for me. I tried to calm myself down. It didn't help much as I was still shaking. Pete pulled into his parents drive way and looked into my eyes, "Do you wanna stay here? With me?"
I nodded. We entered and Mrs. Wentz had dinner prepared. We sat down and ate, neither of us had eaten at all today.
"That was amazing." I said as I pushed my plate forward. Pete soon followed with the same response. Mrs. Wentz made us coco and sent us up to bed. She said we needed rest, apparently we looked exhausted. Pete and I climbed up the stairs and a sudden wave of tiredness came upon me. As we entered the room I giggled at the posters on his wall,
"How many Morrissey posters can one person have!" He laughed. I counted the posters,
"EIGHT?!? Obsessed much?"
"If I were to go into your room, would it be much different?"
I sighed, it wouldn't. He laughed and kissed my forehead. He took off his skinny jeans and tight fitting shirt (Y'all can guess what era this is..). I followed suit, I picked up his shirt and put it on. It was too big for me, but it was comfy! Pete smiled at me, "You look adorable in my clothes."
I chuckled and climbed into the bed with him. His fingers grazed over my skin and made me shiver. I looked up at him with longing eyes. I climbed on top of him and began kissing his neck. "B-Brooklyn." Was all Pete could mumble out.
That night was amazing. Probably woke his parents up, but for us, the moon shining on our faces, it was like art. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.
"I love you Pete."
"I love you too Brooklyn."
The dark complemented his face. I laid on his chest and fell fast asleep.
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Hey guys!
Super sorry about not updating! But I hope you'll forgive me. I'll try and update as much as I can. I love youuu!
Please tell me if you'd like me to elaborate on that special night.
With love,
Metina ❤️
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