I cringe at this -looking back to this and most early stories in this book. Honestly, in my hUmbLe opinion, they do get better? Just hang in there mate or skip to the last ones or whatever.
"No, Pete!" I squeal, as he sprinkles flour into my hair and around me, making it look like snow. I giggle as he picks me up from my sides, my heart beating fast.
"Yes, Pete!" I can hear him smirk as he carries me to the sofa. He places me down and looks into my eyes. His rich, brown eyes hold nothing but love as he stares down into my ocean ones. He reaches to touch my hair, then ruffles it, the flour catching in my throat. He leans down to kiss me through the slightly cloudy air, and I simply melt into it. These kisses always feel as good as the first.
I will never get used to them. It takes all my effort to push him away.
"Come on, we gotta make sure these bloody muffins haven't overcooked!"
"Really? Oh god, we're so stereotypical. Gay and making muffins, really?" He raises an eyebrow, and I roll my eyes, dragging him along. The sweet aroma of baking fills the air. Pete's stomach rumbles and I giggle.
"Okay, I forgive you," he smiles, looking down at me, stealing a kiss. I blush, and reach down to take the muffins out- with baking mittens on of course.
I feel someone grab my behind and Pete whispers "Nice ass."
I laugh and scold him by smacking his arm with my free hand, mindful of the boiling-hot tray.
I place them on a cooling rack, and turn around to Pete who engulfs me into a hug for no random reason.
"You know why I'm so happy all the time, Patrick?"
I raise an eye-brow. It's gonna be some fucking random answer as it always is.
"Because I'm so fucking gay for you." I sigh and laugh.
"Yeah, same hun." I sass, and walk away, shimming my hips, as I mentally giggle.
I feel strong arms wrap round my waist.
"I'm not letting you go that easy." Hot breath pants on my neck.
Someones horny- If this is how he wants to be, then fine.
"Shut the fuck up bitch, and eat a muffin that I lovingly spent effort on and made for you" I smirk, smooshing (A/N new word, ok?) a muffin into his face.
"Oh, it's so on 'Trik.'"
"Try me, bitch."
Sorry that was short, and pretty unoriginal, but my computer is about to die(RIP), so this is the best I can do skskskskks
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FanfictionAll types of shitty stories to fuel your (and my) Peterick obsession lmao. //They get better and longer the newer they get// *^REQUESTS OPEN^* ~ Trigger warnings will be put at the top of each chapter. There will be no swear warnings, as there wil...
