Did you guys like it in Pete's point of view? I did. I was thinking that maybe I could switch off between our two characters... How would that flow with you guys? Let me know! Also! This chapter is super short, so sorry 'bout that...
(Brooklyn's pov.... Again)
I awoke suddenly, I sat up, panting. Not again... I murmured to myself. I shook my head, attempting to forget the dream I had just had. I rolled over, the thoughts still haunting me. I held my tongue as I let out a sigh as the moonlight shone through the window. But unlike all the other times I laid in bed after a bad dream, I wasn't alone this time. Pete shifted next to me and flipped so he was facing me, his eyes still closed. I looked at him, his hair falling perfectly over his eyes as he slept. I smiled, he made me feel safer. I moved around a little until I had figured it out, there was no way in hell I was getting more sleep. I shifted to my side, facing the wall. All of a sudden I felt an arm snake around my hip. I was startled at first, but I relaxed as I felt Pete's hot breath on my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and spooned me, petting my hair. I let out a sigh, starting to calm down.
"It's three o'clock in the goddamn morning, what the hell are you doing up?" Pete whispered.
"Nightmare."
He hold me closer as I said that. He buried his head in my neck and purred like cat. He wrapped both of his arms around me and held me close, he let me know that it was all okay, that it was just a dream, without saying a word.
Barely a minute passed and I was fast asleep again, humming softly in the pure happiness I was wrapped in.
The morning sun shone into the room as my eyes fluttered open. Pete kissed me softly.
"My parents aren't gunna be home today, what's on the agenda?"
I smiled, "Nothing?" I pulled the sheets back over my head. Pete picked me up, sheets and all. He carried me down the stairs and tossed me onto the couch. He climbed on top of me and reached for the TV remote. I squirmed, "Petey? I can't breathe." I mumbled.
He immediately got off me and sat me up next to him. He turned on the television to cartoons, knowing it made me feel like a child. I smiled and clapped my hands like a 5-year-old as I heard the Spongebob theme song start. I sang along, with Pete laughing at me.
"WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?" I pointed at Pete to continue it.
"SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!" He screamed.
We both laughed hysterically. As the episodes started I cuddled up to Pete. I looked up at him,
"You make me happy." I said innocently.
He kissed the tip of my nose, "I'm glad you think that sunshine."
I blushed deeply at that, I pushed myself up and kissed his cheek, I whispered in his ear,
"Je t'aime, mon doux bassiste."
Pete looked at me, confused, "What does that mean?"
I laughed and shook my head, "Tu ne sauras jamais."
Pete shook his head and kissed me and sighed, "I should take that French class." I laughed and sat up, straddling his lap. He smirked, "Whatcha doin'?"
I roll my eyes and sigh, "Is sex all you ever think about?"
Pete started to defend himself, but slumped back. I nodded and kissed his soft lips gently and whispered, "Je t'aime, mon doux bassiste."
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Table for Five
FanfictionBrooklyn was born in the big apple 15 years ago. She loved it there, the shops, the skyscrapers, the people. Until.... her parents decided they were leaving her in Chicago, all alone. At least they bought her a nice apartment. But things get lone...
