"When you say little, in what sense do you mean?"
"That I have a little headspace, which is a set different from my usual mind that makes me act more in a childlike and younger manner."
"Oh thank good, I thought you meant a little dick."
Pete's a li...
Oh shit. The last time I updated this was in MARCH. Oof. Well now it's November and I come hither with an update for all 3 of my readers xox
This is such a wee filler chapter but I have angsts next chapter xx
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"I know, I know, the face cloth is terrible but so is having a messy face!"Frank is laughing, a hand holding Pete by the chin to stop them from squirming, his other hand holding a wet face cloth as he tries to rubs off the remainder of Petes ice cream off of their face. Frank had made the nasty decision of allowing Pete to handle the bowl of ice cream on their own, something that Frank had regretted moments later when he had turned his back for a second and it was lathered upon Petes face.
It's been a couple of weeks since Frank walked in on Pete and Gerard colouring in on Gerard's bedroom floor, and two weeks since it's been that Frank, and Pete themselves, have realised of the little tendencies that Pete holds within them. It was a shock, on Franks behalf more than Petes own, but one that he had overcome rather quickly, not only as a friend but also as a caregiver.
Pete however, is a little more hesitant when it comes to fully opening themselves up to Frank, a lot more willing and a lot more confident when left alone with the likes of Gerald who seems to understand Pete patiently. It's not that Pete doesn't trust Frank - and sometimes, that is true because Frank is a very large arsehole who mostly thinks for himself - but it's more the fact that Gerald is a lot more open and confident than Frank is and it's relaxing to be around someone who is so confident with themselves and not in a cocky sort of way.
Looking at you, Ryan Ross.
Which is another, obviously crippling scary thing about opening up a completely new side of themselves because Pete has barely got the grasps of it themselves, and it's so easy to slip, to fall into such a space that it has Pete on edge, which is another terrible matter to begin with. Pete has never been the one to keep a secret from their best friends, mostly because they find out such secret themselves or it involves them in some shape or form, but this is so much more different.
Because this isn't just a secret, it's a totally new lifestyle. It's almost like a second life, and Pete is crippled into thinking that they might have to keep up a persona of some sort of Hannah Montana double life because Pete can hardly handle the life they have now, never mind a new, totally strange, totally different, totally controversial life as this. As ageplaying. And it's something that Ryan and Dalton defiantly can't find out about.
"Frankie,"Pete whines, high in the back of their throat, trying to wiggle and squirm out of Franks hold, away from the disgustingly wet face cloth that is rubbed over their face. Their lips pout when all Frank does is continue to laugh, cooing his condolences every so often, murmuring just a minute until he's finally done.
"All done! All done! That wasn't so bad, was it?"He asks, dumping the face cloth into the nearby sink. He had sent Gerard upstairs to go and grab a film and a couple of blankets, a routine that he and Gerard established not that long into their little dynamic and one that he thinks Pete will lean for, especially because it results in a nap.
