Keep Falling (Pete Wentz Romance)

Twelve

Emily's POV

Blinding sunlight pulls me out of a deep sleep. I yawn and stretch slightly, then smile when tattooed arms tighten against my back. I'm face to chest with Pete. His sleepy features so beautiful, I kiss his cheek then slip out of his grasp. I replace my body with a pillow then grab my glasses from the nightstand. My alarm clock reads 8:00 am so I decide on cooking breakfast. Delilah almost knocks me down the steps once my bedroom door opens. I catch myself against the bannister and smile at her playful bark. She greets me with a wet kiss at the bottom of the stairs. I smile and kiss her head, then let her out in the backyard.

The kitchen tile sends chills up my spine. I open the pantry then the fridge." Pancake mix, check. Milk, eggs, check. Bacon, check." I say marking them off. I pre heat the stove then prepare the mix. Soon eggs, bacon, and fluffy pancakes are ready to be plated. I reach up into the cabinet and grab two plates. Then I slowly place three pancakes, a pile of eggs, and three pieces of peppered bacon onto Pete and Is plate. I set the table and grab two glasses of orange juice placing them on the table as well. I glance at the clock again. 9:00 am. I smile then hear shuffling down the stairs.

Pete walks in hair messy and sleepy eyed." I knew I smelled heaven." He says sliding into the kitchen." wow Ems, you didn't have to." He claims kissing my cheek." I had too, it's the good host thing to do." I smile taking a seat." Go ahead, dig in." I tell Pete. He takes a bite then another then another." holy cow, this is amazing Emily!" he says mouth full." Peter!" I say sternly smiling behind my napkin." opps, sorry." he whispers shyly. I laugh at his blushed face." it's okay. thank you petey!" I laugh again. We finishing eating in silence, occasionally laughing here and there. I pick up our plates then place them in the sink. Pete helps me clean up the kitchen then we retire back into the living room.

I grab a soft plush blanket then the remote. I hand it to Pete then lay back against his chest. After two episodes of Friends, he sighs loudly. I look up." what's wrong petey?" I ask him softly." I've got to leave for CA Saturday. I won't be back until Sunday." He states sadly." oh." I reply. We lay in silence, his arms holding me tight all afternoon. 7:00 pm rolls around and I watch Pete shuffle around for his things leaning against the doorframe.

Pete looks at me, his eyes falling to the floor then back to mine. I walk to him and pull him into a tight hug. His arms hold me, like he doesn't want to let go. I take in his cologne, spicy and perfect. He kisses the top of my head. I look up at his hazel eyes, full of sadness. I kiss his chest then his nose and finally his lips, staying there. Safe and sound." be safe. have fun. don't forget me." I whisper." never." he replies. We kiss again, then I walk him out to his black SUV." call me when you land." I tell him with a small smile. He gets in, throws me his hoodie, then waves bye backing out. I wave back and watch him drive away. I grip his hoodie then slip it on. Perfect fit. This is going to be a long week, I sigh.