Pete One-Shots

Wrong Signals

I couldn't breath. I tried rubbing my eyes to fix the sight I was watching.

As she grabbed onto handfuls of his hair and finally opened her eyes, staring right back at me.

Her lips still devouring his, they couldn't get enough of each other it seems.

He pulled away, awkwardly laughing and scratching the back of his head. He mumbled something in her ear while she grinned in my direction. Until her face suddenly changed from one of snide happiness to hell-bent anger.

She leaned in towards him and before I could watch anymore, I barged my way towards the exit, to be greeted with the cold winter air hitting my face and almost taking my breath away.

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I slipped out of the jacket my sister had let me "borrow" for the night. I pulled my beanie from my handbag and shoved it on my head, messing up the curls my sister had insisted my hair be styled in. If circumstances were more favourable I would have stripped off this stupid dress she playfully mentioned Pete would love on me.

I felt the stupid tears coming and blurring my vision as I ran across the street to the late-night diner. It was almost 2 in the morning and I could see a few stragglers being poured coffee, the steam rising from their cups and I could practically smell it from outside.

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The bell on the door chimed as I gave a half-assed smile to the waitress behind the counter. I quickly walked towards a table in the corner because these stupid tear ducts were bringing up more tears that I didn't want anyone to see. 

I couldn't believe how stupid I was. To think, that that very man who was probably fucking my classy sister in a stall in the club, was even remotely interested in me was beyond me. I knew my sister could be a bitch but when you get the brutal blow of her using her charm and powers on that one guy she knew you wanted the most...I just couldn't understand.

What was the motive? What the fuck had I done! I pulled my beanie over my eyes and quietly coughed as the waitress came over and asked if I wanted anything

I wanted Pete I thought to myself.

I needed Pete.

"Anything for you sweetie?" the waitress, Bree, asked as I uncovered my eyes and awkwardly sat up properly.

"Yea, can we get some french toast, side of bacon, and two hot chocolates please?"

Bree nodded and gave me a small smile and nod before heading to the diner kitchen.

I almost froze as I saw Pete taking off his jacket and sliding in the booth next to me. I could faintly smell cigarettes and vodka as I tried to move a bit further towards the window.

I pulled the dress that seemed to short down and began fidgeting with the seam as I felt Pete slide closer till I was enclosed between him and the window. I felt flustered and the butterflies I felt coming from my stomach turned to anger.