Full Of Love

Too Punny, alternate ending

"Don't threaten me with a good time." I smirked, causing Pete to look like he was about to smack me in the head.

"I'm literally just asking if you wanna watch tv." He stated, rolling his eyes so far into his head I'm pretty sure he saw his brain.

"Well, I mean, I couldn't say no, tv is almost... irresistible." I winked, ducking a punch from my 'lovely' boyfriend.

"Please. Stop. Before. I. Hit. You." He said, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

"But why?? I'm just being punny." I replied, keeping my best straight face.

"Pat, I will do anything to get you to stop." He whispered, eyes pleading me to stop. I just couldn't help myself with this one.

"Pete..." I began, smiling softly. "Your eyes, they're... they're the size of the moon." I started laughing but immediately stopped when he jumped up and walked out of the room. I shouted after him, "Haven't you ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!!"

He didn't even say anything and I thought he went to his room to get away from me, but he came back a few minutes later.

"I swear to god if you say one more pun, I will..." He trailed off, grinning evilly.

"You will...?" I asked, confused.

"I will... you won't be able to walk for a week after what I do." He smirked, climbing on top of me. I realized what he meant and crossed my legs, teasing him. "Pat?" He drew my name out, confusion appearing on his face.

"Thnks fr th mmrs," I began, slurring my words to sound like our vowelless song title. "But I'm gonna have to pass if I can't continue with my puns. If I can't enjoy something, you can't enjoy me."

"PATRICK!" He yelled, reaching for a pillow so he could slap me. I stopped him right as he tried to, grabbing the pillow in mid-air. "Patrick, what did I say about the puns? Do you not want to be able to walk tomorrow?"

"Well... I don't know, do you want to guys to tease us for infinity...on high." Ok I have to admit, I was running out of ideas for puns now, that was pretty pathetic.

"Well, seeming as it would be a punishment, and you would be insanely embarrassed by that, I think I'm gonna have to say yes." He flashed him movie star smile and I giggled as he attacked me with kisses.

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I woke up with an instant pain in my abdomen. I sat up, immediately regretting that decision, Jesus Pete wasn't kidding when he said I wouldn't be able to walk.

I slowly swung my feet over the bedside after I noticed Pete was gone, and stood up, groaning. Limping to the kitchen took me forever, having to stop at least 5 times to rest my stomach. Considering we had practice today, I was, well, freaking screwed. Unless I wanted Pete to carry me, but as this was my 'punishment', I'd say he wouldn't.

When I appeared in the kitchen, Pete was humming 'Sugar We're Going Down' and swaying his hips, while cooking us breakfast. I limped over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning into him.

"How are we Prince? I'm surprised you could walk into the kitchen by yourself." He turned around and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little, straightening myself and groaning again.

"Me too..." He laughed at that, ruffling my hair and picking me up to carry me over to the kitchen table. "Thanks" I mumbled, after situating myself in the chair. The pain, while definitely worth it, was killing me.

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence, with the occasional groan from me. Practice started in an hour, and so we had to get ready basically now. Even though I definitely needed our shower, I didn't know if I could actually take a shower.

I stared at the bathroom, with a towel and clothes in my lap. I need to shower. I need to shower. I need-

"You need to shower?" Pete interrupted my thoughts, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah... but I can barely walk, let alone shower." I sighed, lying back on the bed.

"I can help you if you need, it would cut off our getting ready time." He suggested, walking towards the bed. "Nothing sexual." He continued, noticing my glare. I nodded in agreement and he picked my up again, bridal style.

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When we arrived at Andy's for practice, they didn't seem to notice my obvious limp. I was astonished. But maybe they just weren't paying attention?

I limped over to the couch and Joe began talking. "What'd you get up to last night, I see Patrick has a limp?" And there it was.

"I don't know, I think I'll let Patrick answer this one." Pete answered, winking at me and patting my knee.

"Oh god, well, I was joking around with puns and Pete was clearly annoyed, but it was funny, so I kept on. He ended up, punishing me, and as you can see, I can't walk that well. I'll leave what happened to your imagination." I cringed infinitely hard, blushing so much I probably looked like a tomato.

"You dirty little man..." Andy teased, slapping Pete's arm playfully. Uh oh...

"Like you've never punished Joe for something." Pete laughed, enjoying the shocked and embarrassed looks from both of them. I knew this would happen, never mess with Pete if there's a clear way you can get teased right back.

"W-what do you mean?!" Andy stuttered, face as red as mine.

"You know exactly what I mean shades." Pete replied, shrugging and laughing at their faces. "Pat and I are out and proud." He started, grabbing my hand. "You guys aren't. But it's still obvious."

Andy quietly gasped, falling back onto the couch opposite the one we were on. "We are not d-dating Mr. Wentz!"

"Of course you are Mr. Hurley." He teased, kissing my hand. "Don't mess with the player, you'll only get burned."

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Hello again!! I had an idea for another ending for this, so why not write it? Also, I am currently working on another chapter here, but I'd say it's gonna take a while, sorry.

*I'm a promo whore, whoop*:
I recently published an ACTUAL story on my account!!! I would love it if you would check it out, it's Peterick, obviously.