Christmas - Prequel to Mistletoe

September 29, 2013

Patrick

"Okay, wow, you have a...um...big forehead." Pete said, looking at Brendon with his eyebrows furrowed. Brendon, who was innocently sitting on the couch, groaned loudly. "Not you too!" Pete gave a short laugh as Brendon continued, "why is it that literally the first thing everyone says to me is 'you have a big forehead'?" I walked past him, poking him on the forehead as I replied, "'cause it's true."

Ryan, who was seated on one of the barstools, snorted, "It's bigger than his d-" Brendon sat up immediately, interrupting him. "George Ryan Ross the third, you shut your mouth right now or I swear to god I'll-" Pete burst out laughing, and I let out a snort as I sat down on one of the barstools as well.

Pete plopped down on one of the couches, and Brendon crossed his arms. "I'm just saying that people could be a little more polite." Pete held up his hands in surrender, answering, "Well, I'm sorry! I just noticed it was a big forehead!"

Ryan chuckled, saying, "Don't worry, he should be used to it by now. He just gets offended really easily," he stopped as Brendon gasped, glaring over at him as Ryan went on, "like so."

I sat there, chuckling as Brendon stared at Ryan in betrayal, and Pete just laughed. "Okay, I really like you guys. I don't know what Patrick was talking about, you don't seem annoying at all." I let out a short laugh of disbelief as Ryan and Brendon both sent a glare my way.

"Trust me, you should be glad you don't live with them." Ryan scoffed at that as Brendon exclaimed, "Fuck you too, bitch!" Ryan smirked, turning away and coughing out, "Pete'll do it." I choked on the glass of water I had been drinking as I flushed scarlet, but Pete didn't notice as Ryan just sat there, smiling smugly.

"Ryan." I said warningly, raising my eyebrows as him as he rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. "The dishes. Pete'll do the dishes." Pete looked up, eyebrows furrowed. "I'll do what?" Ryan bit his lip, looking at me and suppressing a smirk as I furiously shook my head. He groaned, then repeated, "You'll do the dishes."

Pete blinked, then shrugged. "Okay. Fair enough." Brendon, who had been ignoring the conversation until now, turned to us. "Why are we talking about dishes?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. Pete shrugged and I coughed awkwardly, "No reason." Brendon, who shrugged, suddenly jumped up. "We should order pizza!" He shrieked, and Ryan covered his ears from the noise. "Jesus, Bren!" He said, as Brendon just smiled like a giddy toddler.

I held in a laugh at the sight as I sighed out, "I'll do it." I made my way down the hallway to my bedroom where my cell phone was, leaving the sound of Brendon's excited voice behind me, as well as Ryan's annoyed one and Pete's overwhelmed one.

After I'd finished making the call, I came back to the living room to see Pete backed away from Ryan and Brendon, as they were both making out on the couch. I groaned, and Pete, who had his arms crossed with a weirded out expression on his face, sent a glance my way, whispering, "Help."

I walked over to them, grabbing a pillow and hitting them both with it. "Fun's over, guys." I said with an annoyed tone. They both stopped and Ryan moved to the other side of the couch as Brendon glared at me, me glaring back.

"Sorry about that." Ryan said, smiling innocently as I threw the pillow at him and sat on the other couch with Pete. The pillow hit his face and Brendon sat up. "How dare you, tree?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Tree? What do you-" I was interrupted by a pillow being thrown at me, and I ducked as it flew behind me. Pete, who had been watching this whole thing and trying not to laugh, grabbed the pillow off the floor and threw it back at Brendon.

It hit the center of his forehead and Pete burst out laughing, as I started to laugh as well. Brendon, who was giving us both a death glare as Ryan tried not to laugh, yelled out, "Try me, bitch!" He got up, and I had just stopped laughing when the doorbell rang, everyone looking at the door. I got up, smiling innocently. "Sorry, Bren! Gotta get the pizza, you know?" Brendon just sighed, sitting back down as I made my way to the front door, taking the pizza and paying for it.

I was about to shut the door when the guy who gave me the pizza said, "Hey, you're pretty hot. Got anyone?" I looked back up at him, eyes wide and I opened my mouth to respond when someone wrapped their arm around my shoulders, replying, "He's got me." I turned my head to see Pete, his face stony as he stared at the pizza guy. My face grew a light pink as the pizza guy looked at Pete for a few seconds, before answering, "Oh. Sorry." He then turned and left, and I turned to Pete and whispered gratefully, "Thanks, Pete." He nodded, taking his arm off my shoulders as we both turned back to the living room and sat down on the couch.

I ignored Ryan and Brendon's stares, and Brendon's wiggling eyebrows. Ryan smirked at me, and I just sent him a glare. Pete couldn't like me like that. It was just to help me out.

Right?