I went running towards Pete as soon as I saw him in the airport. He'd been busy the past couple of days so we hadn't been able to talk as much. It's funny how much I've missed him considering the fact that I haven't known him that long. He caught me with a grunt due to the force of myself I hurled at him.
"That's one way to greet me." Pete smirks down at me.
I pull him down to give him a soft peck on the lips. "I can't believe you're actually here."
He wraps an arm around me, taking me towards baggage claim. "I'm all your's for a week."
"Just a week?" I lean into his arms, batting my eyelashes at him.
Pete laughs as he grabs his suitcase from the carousel. We head to my car, putting his luggage in the back. Pete decided that he wanted to DJ on the way back to my apartment. I let him do so, trusting his taste in music. He has great taste, just not that much patience. He'd only listen to half of a few songs before changing it on to the next, insisting that it would be better. I let him do this, even though it drove me a little crazy.
"It's not much, but it's home." I say as I open the door to my apartment.
He walks in behind me, dropping his suitcases by the door. Pete walks around the kitchen and living room, inspecting it. He took his time looking at the pictures I'd hung on the wall. His fingers danced over the magnets on the fridge. When he was finished looking around the common space, he turned towards me.
"It suits you." He tells me.
"Thanks." I grin at him. "So there's two options. There the guest room or my room that you can set up in."
We hadn't talked about sharing a bed. Part of me wanted him to hold me as well fell asleep. I was curious about what he's like first thing in the morning. It was early in our relationship though. It was safer to give him the option of the guest room. I didn't want to pressure him into becoming more serious than we are ready for.
"And if I want to be in your room?" He asks, stepping closer to me.
I put my hands on his chest. "I'd like that."
"Lead the way." He smirks, picking his bags up once again.
I show him into my bedroom. By some miracle I'd managed to keep it mostly clean. It was still a little messy, but nothing to be embarrassed about. My bed had even been remade this morning. He put his bags down by the window, easily guessing that it would be his side of the bed. Like the living room, he glanced around for a bit.
"So you are a geek." Pete says, picking up one of my boxed Funko Pops.
"I am." I admit. "Also though, baby Groot is bad ass."
"You've got good taste." He smiles at me.
I showed him my stash, letting him roll us a joint. He pulled me onto his lap as he rolled. I let my fingers run through his hair. It seemed a bit longer than it had when I was in New York. I liked him with the longer hair, it suits him. Pete insisted that we shotgunned the first hit of the join. I was eager to comply to this. His lips were soft against mine. The kiss only lasted for a minute but it still had me breathless.
Pete caught me up on his week as we smoked. He rolled his eyes when he saw that the newest episode of SNL was still on my DVR. I pulled out a notebook, making a grocery list for us. I'd planned on going yesterday, but with Pete being busy I couldn't ask him what he wanted. Pete insisted that he was pretty easy when it came to food. Yet he was already rejecting half of my list.
"I try to eat healthy." I remind him, laughing as he tried to mark off a few items on my list.
"But who needs four different kinds of protein powder?" He questions.
"They're different flavors!" I argue. "Plus I usually have one instead of breakfast."
He shakes his head. "Fine, we'll get some of this nasty shit you want. I'm also going to teach you how to eat like a proper stoner."
"I don't get the munchies." I tell him.
His eyes widen in disbelief. "Not possible."
I shrug. "I just don't get them. Unless I'm cross faded, then I kind of get them."
"You, Ali, are an odd person." Pete pulls me into his arms. "We've got tickets tomorrow night to Kells' show. I figured we could go out to eat before going."
"Then I could make us dinner tonight. Nothing too healthy I promise." I say.
"Movie night and staying in with you sounds great." He grins. "Shame you don't have an assistant to go grocery shopping for you."
"You don't have an assistant." I remind him.
"Yeah, but I have my mom." He laughs.
Grocery shopping with Pete Davidson is like taking a little kid into a toy store. He get's distracted by every little thing. Whenever I wasn't looking he'd add something to the cart he didn't think I'd approve of. I let him keep some of the crazy sugary things he'd add, not being able to resist his puppy looks.
"Do you really need five different sugary cereals?" I ask him as I add in my own organic oat cereal to the cart.
"Yes, if you mix them together they're the best way to start the day." He insists as if I was crazy for not trying that before.
We finished up with the shopping. Pete insisted on paying. I let him, seeing it was useless to argue. It takes us a few trips but we managed to get everything up into my apartment. I put up everything as Pete went to look for us a movie to watch. I popped the frozen pizza into the oven before going to climb into his lap.
"I'm glad you're here." I tell him.
Pete gave me a soft kiss. "I'll believe it if you're still saying that by the end of the week."
