Patrick had fallen sleep on the couch.
I shook him lightly, "Baby?"
"Five more minutes." He grumbled.
I giggled slightly, "Okay. I'll go wake Taylor up."
And right on cue, Taylor walked down the stairs, "Fucking school." She grumbled, yawning.
I laughed, "I was just about to come wake you."
"Surprise." She yawned again.
"Do you want me to take you?" I asked.
She shook her head, "I can walk."
"Okay." I turned to Patrick, "Your five minutes are up."
"No." He said, rolling over and hugging a pillow.
"No, get up. I have so much planned for us to do today! I was up all night planning."
"Go to bed." He said.
"I don't want to."
He snuggled deeper into the couch and started snoring again.
"Oh no you don't!" I started tickling him.
But he continued to sleep.
I sat on top of him.
Taylor laughed.
I shook Patrick, "Wake up!"
"Ten more minutes," He grumbled.
"No." I kissed his cheek.
"I was up til one in the morning!" He snapped.
"I was up all night, so it's okay."
"Pete!" He whined.
I giggled and kissed him.
"What are we doing?" He asked, wiggling out from under me.
"Surprise." Was all I said.
"No." He muttered.
"Yes."
"No."
"Respect your elders, Martin." I said.
"Make me, Lewis." He responded.
I raspberry kissed his cheek and neck.
He bit his lip.
I smiled.
He pushed me off the couch and laughed.
"Patrick Martin Stumph, that wasn't nice!"
"Neither am I... but..."
I pulled Patrick onto the floor with me.
"Nooo!" He whined.
"Yesss!" I mimicked.
He bit my neck.
"Ouch!" I said.
He smirked.
"That actually turned me on a bit." I winked.
He rolled his eyes before smirking and licking my ear.
I laughed.
He rolled off of me.
I sat up and looked at Taylor, "Aren't you meant to be getting ready?"
"I am ready." She swung her backpack over her shoulder.
"Okay."
"Later, Bitches!" Taylor called before walking out the door.
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Authoritative (Peterick)
RandomPeter Wentz was just a twenty one year old with a heart of gold and an open mind. He gets a call one day from his parents saying that their friends are going on vacation and they need a babysitter for their son. But... the sons sixteen... Teens are...