7 Minutes In Heaven [Peterick]

Chapter Two: I'm So Sorry, But Not Really

After the man left, Pete finally pulled away from the kiss. Weird 'wmh' noises came out of my mouth. "Shit, that was close," Pete said as he looked around the room, full with teenagers who continued to party. "What was that?" I asked and looked at him with my most serious face. "A kiss," he shrugged. "You- You just don't go around and kiss people, Mr Wentz," I stated. "C'mon it was nothing, it's not like it was your first kiss, right?" Pete questioned. "Pfft, n-no it wasn't my first kiss yo-you..."

"It was your first kiss."

"Yup."

Pete giggled and looked at me "Congrats, you lost your first kiss to a hot dude, woho!" I blushed really hard, and everyone probably saw that. I'm straight and shit but, that was the best, and probably the only kiss I'd ever get. I wanted to hide, it was embarrassing. I had just gotten an invisible man boner because of Pete. But how? He's a dickhead and a guy. "It's okay Lunchbox, everyone gets turned on because of me," he said and smiled. Someone's a little bit cocky. Well, he's probably right, he's very attractive. Very.

"Please, explain who that man was," I whispered. "Calm down, it was just a friend of mine. Kinda," he blurted out. I knew he was lying, it was pretty obvious. "Yeah sure, and what was he doing here?" I grunted. "My business, not yours," Pete spoke. Ouch, that actually offended me. "Let's get out of here."

Wow, someone's pissed. As we are about to leave the building, Ricky, my schools dickhead and his friends blocked the door. "Hey, Pete, man." Pete knows him? Of course he knows him. "And look who we have here. None other than Patrick Stumph," he said, staring down at me smirking. "Why are you hanging out with him, man? He's like the definition of boring. And have you seen his clothes?" Ricky said. Oh, have I told you how much I hate him? "Maybe I like boring guys with argyle sweaters?" Pete told him. I don't know whether to be offended or not. Ricky looked taken aback. "Now hit it or I'll stop giving you guys dope," Pete threatened. Ricky stared at Pete and gently took a step aside.

A simple 'thank you' left Pete's mouth as he walked past the guys and left the house, dragging me with him. Pete walked to the car and I stopped at the sidewalk. I stared at him, only the moonlight lit up the dark street. "Who are you?" I asked. He gave me a cold look. I felt the panic rushing over me. "And why the fuck did I go here with you? I don't know you. Why did I even agree to get with you in the car? My mom is probably so worried!" I spat out. Pete sighed and looked around. I got my old phone out of my pocket, only to see 14 missed calls and 12 texts from the one and only 'mom'. "I can't tell you why I'm taking you with me!" Pete explained hysterically. He actually looks nervous. "Why?" I argued.

He had his hands in his hair. He took a deep breath and looked at me. "I can't tell you, 'cause you'd freak out even more than you're doing now, Stumph," he said in calm voice. "Well, you're driving me home," I snapped. "Well, fine then. But I'm still picking you up tomorrow," he stated and looked away. "Get in the god damn car."

I did as told, and got in the car. Pete got in as well. The drive was silent. I looked out of the window, it started to rain just when we got in the car. I felt really sad for some reason. I looked over at Pete, he had a sad expression on his face. I felt bad...

"So, now we're here Stumph," Pete informed me. I stared at him for a moment. He has really nice eyes. He started smile. Maybe he can read my mind? Nah.. "You too Patrick, you too." Probably can. I looked down and blushed. Hopefully he didn't notice anything. Eh, who am I kidding? I'm usually as pale as a ghost and now I'm bright red.

I was about to jump out of the car, but then Pete grabbed my shoulder and turned me around and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye, Pattycakes. I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a smirk. I got out of the car as fast as possible. Idiot. And I'm not seeing him tomorrow, hell no. I do have brains, and standards.