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Andy’s pledge for Pete proved to be the best one yet and fairly frequently in the days that passed, the house was filled with his squeals of pain all due to his numerous talks of girls/ Izzy. Ali had been placed in charge of making sure he wasn’t taking it off and every night would watch him lift his shirt and inspect the duct-tape holding the zapper in place on his back. Halloween week was filled with decorating the house, putting up flyers for the party/ benefit concert and contacting various fraternities and sororities about it. Both Travi and Gabe had been spending more time in the backyard by the pool and to everyone’s surprise not drinking, but writing songs. With help from Andy, Jenn continued to make phone calls to different medical offices, trying to get a definite price on the DNA test she wanted. Grace had been spending most of her time in her room, but even Mother Moo Ali couldn’t get through to her. Ashley and Joe had been fairly quiet, always locked up in her room, but to everyone’s disappointment, not having sex but /writing/.

Ali sighed, thinking about her friends but shook her thoughts away as a small knock came to her door. Knowing already that is was Pete, she opened her door and was faced by his naked chest and the duct tape.

“Can I go now?” he asked excitedly. Ali raised an eyebrow as he turned around, and pulled his t-shirt on again.

“What’s the rush?” she questioned. Pete moved his eyes towards the staircase.

“Well, it’s a secret,” he mumbled. Ali pursed her lips together and leaned against her door frame.

“What kind of secret?”

Pete immediately through his arms up defensively and shook his head.

“It’s nothing that will cause me to get zapped, well,” he paused and frowned. “Actually,” Ali eyed him suspiciously and he let a guilty sigh. “Patrick is helping me put music to a song I wrote for…”

Instantly Pete jolted and looked to Ali, who held her own arms up, showing that she had not been the one who triggered the zapper. He looked behind him only to see Andy, his fingers clutching one of the many controls to the device. He had a very smug smile on his face, but quickly disappeared back into his bedroom. Pete gritted his teeth, but looked back at Ali and glanced at Izzy’s door.

“You know what I mean,” he whispered.

Ali nodded once and couldn’t help but smile as he slowly descended down the stairs. She retreated back into her room and by the time she fell back onto her mattress, she heard the faint sounds of a guitar playing from outside her window. She opened her eyes again and sat up, finding herself being drawn to look outside and down into the backyard. A breath escaped her lips as she saw Patrick lazily strumming as Pete talked, the two occasionally sharing a laugh. It was no wonder the two were such close friends. Innocently though, as curiosity struck her, she slowly slid open her window so that she could clearly hear the strums. She knew it was a new guitar, as she had not seen it with the rest of his stuff in her room. Pete shuffled through some papers on his lap before handing a single one to Patrick.

“What’s this one?” he asked. Pete shrugged.

“Well, I don’t really know what to call it yet, but I think this is the one I want Izzy to hear,” he spoke. Ali bit her lip as she resisted the urge to press her own control and listened in as Patrick began to strum again, creating a small beat to the lyrics. Pete seemed to be nodding his head in agreement, but paused as Patrick began to sing, making Ali’s ears perk up.

“/You need him, I could be him/,”

Patrick stopped abruptly after that and looked down at the paper.

“How’s that?” he asked. Pete seemed at a loss for words and looked down at his lap before laughing out slightly.

“I love you man,” he mumbled. Ali giggled slightly, but decided that if Pete was saving this for Friday, then she could wait to hear it. She closed her window again, and fell back into her sheets, instantly falling asleep.

*

The minute the music started up, the party seemed to kick into high gear, the house instantly being invaded by dressed up college students eager to both get their drink on and support Jenn. Dirty had miraculously been left out of the loop and only knew that it was a party was happening and that he had been given his own personal keg from the house to keep his mouth free of questioned. Being that it was Halloween and a benefit concert, the girls had collaborated together for the first act of the night and decided it would be both equally funny and sexy if they dressed up as the Spice Girls. Ashley was Scary, Ali was Ginger, Izzy Baby, Grace Sporty and Jenn Posh. The girls had decided it would make more sense to have a backstage and positioned the makeshift stage in front of the stairs, so that the upstairs area was both off-limits except to the performers. Amazingly enough, the girls had been able to keep their surprise a secret, but let Andy in on it so that he could introduce them. They all huddled on the first step and Grace innocently peeked out from the giant curtain they had put up to observe the crowd.

“Wow, do we really have this many friends?” she asked. Ali laughed.

“I doubt it,” Izzy seemed skeptical.

“I hope Pete is ok,” she mumbled. Jenn rolled her eyes, pulling up her black micro-dress.

“You’re the one who supported the zapper pledge, you were sick of him hitting on you,” she mumbled. Izzy scoffed and adjusted her dress as well before looking to Grace.

“You ok?” she asked. Grace shrugged, but forced a smile as Andy finally announced them to the stage. The beat of Wannabe started up and the girls stormed on stage to a chorus of whistles from the guys of the crowd. Pete was standing somewhere close to the stage when this happened, and upon seeing his gob smacked expression, Izzy frowned and pressed her control that she kept tied to her wrist. He jumped and glared before switching his attention to his red cup. The girls lined up right as the lyrics kicked in.

“Yo, I'll tell you what I want what I really really want!” Ashley sang, looking to Ali for a response.

“So tell me what you want what you really really want!” she sang back. The girls went on like this, dancing and singing the lines they were assigned all the while having fun. Even Grace, who had been moping around for the past week got into it, leading all the girls in a bow when they finished their song. As the girls emptied the stage, Ashley stayed and Ali looked up to her.

“What?” she asked. Ashley smirked.

“Travi asked me to sing a song with him,” she spoke.

Ali raised a curious eyebrow and slowly made her way into crowd and watched as Travi came out on stage, with a fake mustache and a Japanese headband around his fro. He was wearing a shorter kimono over his usual attire and she laughed out as he pulled out a pair of nun-chucks as well. The music started up and Ashley danced next to him before bringing her own microphone to her lips as Travi moved his head to the rhythm.

“I guess I’m guilty 'til proven innocent, and I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em' with, and this predicament is pure coincidence, oh brother here comes another incident,” Jenn laughed from next to Ali and wiggled her eyebrows as Ashley repeated her verse, stepping back as Travi took his own mic, hunching slightly as he began to sing/rap.

“Slam the gavel judge Judy got a grudge, interrogating me for days on end and I won't budge…” he continued with his song and Ali found herself laughing, enjoying the song, but couldn’t help but notice Patrick standing against one the walls, staring at her as she did. She didn’t feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, knew he had been acting rather suspicious since he returned from the backyard that night. She offered him a smile and he walked over, hands in his pockets. She raised an eyebrow as Jenn left her but looked up to him.

“Did you not dress up?” she asked. Patrick tilted his head to the side.

“I’m Michael Jackson,” he answered and removed one of his hands, showing off the only thing that would give him away, a sparkly white glove. Ali giggled and motioned her hands over her Union Jack dress and short red wig.

“It’s kind of obvious,” she mumbled and blushed as she caught Patrick’s eyes darting away from her cleavage.

“I liked your song,” he coughed nervously. “The song,” he corrected and Ali nodded but looked to the stage as Travi was replaced by Gabe. She quickly darted her eyes to see Grace sitting on the back of the couch, her back against the wall and a nervous gasp residing on her expression. Patrick moved and Ali raised an eyebrow.

“You leaving?” she asked. He pointed to the stage.

“I’m Gabe’s guitarist,” he spoke and Ali smiled before moving across the crowd to find Izzy. She was near the front, standing on the opposite side of the stage, looking across the distance as Pete who was talking to another girl, but surprisingly not getting any shocks.

“Have you pressed your button?” she asked, sipping on her own red cup. Izzy shook her head and chewed on her lip nervously.

“No,” she paused to look at Ali. “I want him to move on,” she spoke. Ali rolled her eyes but snapped them up at the stage as Patrick strummed his guitar and Gabe tapped his microphone nervously. He was dressed up in a skinny suit, making him look even more slender than he already was. He adjusted his tie slightly before smiling down at Ali and Izzy, nervously.

“Hey,” he called and most of the crowd answered him with applause but one person asked who he was and stupidly, Gabe answered with Justin Timberlake. After having the audience laugh at his misunderstanding, Gabe looked to Patrick who instantly began to strum away and Gabe closed his eyes before parting his lips to sing out.

“I’m not one for love songs,” immediately, Ali and Izzy whipped their heads around and stared at a shocked Grace, knowing automatically that this was going to be for her. They looked back up at Gabe, who looked as though any moment he could fall over from embarrassment. He continued however, and even had enough courage to raise his head and stare across the room at Grace as he sang. “…and I want you, oh, whoa, more than you could ever know,”

Ali felt a soft smile coming to her lips, noting that Gabe was trying after all. After he was finished with his song, he was met with a large applause, but didn’t stay for long on stage and instead of running over to Grace like Ali expected, he jolted up the stairs, probably to escape having another bottle thrown in his face. Izzy tapped Ali’s shoulder and she looked back to the stage to see Patrick scooting his stool to the microphone. Her breath escaped her as he glanced down at her but quickly looked over at Pete who had isolated himself and was now staring hopelessly at a clueless Izzy.

“Well,” Patrick started and laughed before looking over at Pete. “Pete wrote this for Izzy,” he looked down at Izzy as she widened her eyes and let her jaw hang open and quickly snapped her head in Pete’s direction. She sheepishly waved and she bit her lip, honestly embarrassed. Ali laughed slightly, a little guilty that she had known all along. Patrick cleared his throat and she looked back up at him in time for their eyes to lock. “…but I think it could be for someone else as well,” While the rest of the house took it as a joke, Ali knew he wasn’t kidding but more than likely talking about her. She gulped as he looked down at his guitar and breathed out before starting to play.

“When I wake up, I’m willing to take my chances on,”

Ali instantly smiled and knocked her hip against Izzy, her letting a low groan out before letting a blush go at the lyric yes I wrote this for you. Ali watched as Izzy disappeared from beside her and walked slowly across the crowd, looking over at Pete as he jumped from another shock but then turned to find a brightly smiling Izzy. Ali felt her heart warm at the sight of them hugging, but then diverted her attention back up to Patrick as he continued to strum away, perfectly hitting every note and singing fairly passionately. He too was met with giant applause at the end of the song and stood up before handing the microphone back to Travi who laughed.

“Alright, enough with the sappy love songs, let’s get dirty,” Ali rolled her eyes and looked over to the other side of the stage to see Pete and Izzy gone. Rolling her eyes, she looked to the stage to try and find Patrick, but was only met by Travi starting up another one of his songs.

“I love it how she breathes booze in the mornin, man, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night,”

*

As Travi pumped up the crowd again with his crazy antics on stage and clever lyrics, Izzy found herself watching Pete intently as he stared into his cup, a longing expression present.

“Pete, what’s wrong?” she asked. He offered a smile but gulped.

“If I’m seen talking to you, I’ll get zapped,” he mumbled. Izzy laughed before bringing her bottom lip into her mouth in thought. She gulped as an extreme idea came into her head, but figured that Pete had suffered enough this week.

“Well…” she titled her head to the side and moved her hand so it wrapped around his free wrist and tugged him slightly, closer to her. “Why don’t we go somewhere where nobody can see us?” she offered. Pete seemed shocked and even let his mouth hang open and fear invade his expression.

“Is this a trick?” he asked. Izzy laughed and shook her head, turning slightly, pulling him with her.

“No,” she answered and let go of him, walking ahead and pausing only once to turn around to make sure he was following her. No doubt, Pete was walking closely behind her and sneakily, she pushed her way past the barrier that blocked upstairs and held open the curtain for Pete as well. Standing on the first step together, Izzy turned around and with slight hesitation, leaned up and kissed him lightly. Pete breathed out as she pulled away and smiled softly before eyeing her suspiciously.

“What was that for?” he questioned. Izzy just looked at him like he was an idiot.

“The song,” she responded and Pete nodded once before skewing his mouth to one side.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed nervously and raised his arm up to scratch the back of his head in thought. “I mean…” Izzy giggled lightly and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“What?” she asked firmly and Pete widely grinned before grabbing her hand and going for it.

“Well, I know our first date didn’t go well and I understand that we haven’t really known each other for that long, and that you probably hate me, but do you think we could try being an us?” Izzy blinked as he spoke sincerely and had to actually process his unusual behavior before she could talk back.

“Are you asking…?”

“Be my girlfriend…maybe?” he squeaked as hit the end of his sentence and squinted his eyes together, no doubt probably expecting a shock.

Izzy didn’t bother to answer him, and laughed to herself and continued up the stairs, leaving a disappointed Pete standing at the bottom. She stopped at the top and turned around before winking at Pete. Instantly, he knew she was just messing with him and jolted up after her and within moments the two were in her bedroom, Izzy pressed up the door by Pete the minute it closed. Pete looked down at her as he pinned her to the wood and let one of his arrogant grins devour his face.

“You never answered me,” he spoke and Izzy just gave him her best impression of an innocent look.

“Did I now?” she whispered and Pete felt his abdomen twitch at how sexy she sounded. He smiled dreamily and in his daze, found Izzy pushing him back slightly until she had enough room to move around him towards her bed. Pete followed her over and grabbed her hand before bringing her into another kiss, this time immediately making it passionate by forcing her mouth open with his tongue. Izzy moaned out and arched her back into him, slowly slithering her arms around her neck as he wrapped his own around her back. He broke away briefly and stared dead into her eyes, scaring her a little with how serious he looked.

“Answer me, Izzy,” he mumbled. Izzy licked her lips and felt her heart beat pick up again before she nodded.

“Yes,” she spoke and Pete smiled softly before continuing what he had started.

As he trailed away from her mouth however, Izzy took the opportunity to reach around him to lift up his shirt but paused as he pulled away and tore it off his body quickly before laughing down at the box taped to his chest. Izzy giggled too and rolled her eyes as she pulled at it and threw it on the ground. She took the space he created to reach behind her and unzipped her own dress but stopped as Pete rested his hands back on her hips. He bowed his head back down and re-captured her lips and slowly moved one of his hands to her back to finish pulling down her dress. Once he was finished, Izzy pulled away and took the liberty to fall back on her bed horizontally, leaving her legs bent over the edge. Pete stayed standing above her for a moment but quickly leaned over her and instead of continuing their make-out session, he butterfly kissed her shoulder and breathed on her skin as he trailed down to leave another atop one of her breast. Izzy let a low breath go as he did and closed her eyes as she felt a small smile against her skin. Pete moved his head further down and kissed her navel, Izzy clenching her stomach in as he dipped his tongue in before trailing it down until he met the top of her panties. She scrambled slightly and leaned up on her elbows, locking eyes with a suddenly serious looking Pete as he kneeled on the ground next to the bed.

“Pete,” she whispered, a little nervous. He simply shook his head and hooked his fingers into her underwear and tugged slightly, waiting for her to nod slightly before pulling them down all the way, running his hands down her legs in the process. She started to bring her knees together apprehensively, but was stopped by Pete’s hand on her thigh and she looked down at him.

“Just trust me, ok?” he told, more than asked and Izzy nodded once before laying back down and letting her breath hitch at the feeling of Pete’s breath against her leg and bucked her hips up as he dipped his head towards her womanhood.

Pete stayed there just long enough to work her up before he parted away, watching a dazed Izzy as he stood back up and wiped his mouth, laughing slightly as she lazily opened her eyes to watch him unbuckle his pants and shimmy them and his boxers off all at once. Climbing back over her, the two shifted themselves so that they were properly on the bed and Izzy looked up at Pete as he reached behind her, struggling slightly with her bra clasp. After throwing it on the floor, Izzy reached over to her night stand and motioned Pete to grab protection from the drawer. After adjusting himself so that he was at her entrance, Pete glanced down at Izzy’s face and placed one last lingering kiss on her lips before pushing himself in. Almost instantly, Izzy’s back arched and Pete took the opportunity to grab one of her sides, using his other arm to keep himself from crushing her as he thrusted. Izzy fluttered her eyes closed and moved her arms around Pete’s back and as he sped up, couldn’t help but dig her nails into his skin.

“Pete,” she barely got his name out as his mouth came crashing back down on hers as he quickened his pace even more, pushing harder into her with every thrust.

Izzy broke away from him to throw her head back and Pete took the liberty to wrap his lips around her neck, making sure that in the morning, some sort of mark would be left there. Izzy pushed on his shoulders not a moment later and he peered down at her and slowed down only enough for her to push him on his back and lean up, his eyes widening at the new feeling. Izzy paused slightly before moving her hips, but found help from Pete as he grabbed her waist and moved her against him as he thrust up. Feeling weak and near her end however, Izzy fell over Pete again and thanked the heavens as he flipped them back over and took the reins. His thrusts became sloppy and Izzy knew he was reaching his climax as well.

“Iz,” Pete breathed out and forced down a gulp before grabbing her hips hard and holding her tight against him as he shook slightly, watching as she copied not a moment later. The two fell against each other, still caught somewhere in bliss. Pete let her breathing slow and his as well before he finally pulled himself out, rolling over for only a moment to trash the condom before moving back to gather Izzy in his arms. She looked up at him and he pushed back her sweat-matted hair before pushing a kiss to her forehead.

“God,” she breathed. Pete laughed and kissed her again.

“That’s what they call me,” she pushed against him slightly, but only got pulled closer to his chest in response. She refused to boost his ego and let him know, but in all honesty, Izzy had just experienced the best night of her life.

*

Ali breathed a smile as she finally found Patrick about thirty minutes after he had finished his song. He was standing in the kitchen, twiddling his fingers against the counter, occasionally sipping his beer. Ali, for once, found herself the nervous one and gulped before tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and shot his eyebrows up, before smiling in return.

“Hey,” he spoke and was a little taken back as she wrapped her hand around his wrist, leading him through the kitchen and slipping past the makeshift curtain to climb up the stairs. “What?” he started but found Ali hushing him as they reached the top of the staircase, and burst through her bedroom door. She laughed at him as he stood nervously at the door, leaning against it as he closed it. Ali reached up and pulled back her wig before shaking her curls loose and walked back up to Patrick, a ever present smile invading her features.

“What did you mean by ‘I think it could be for someone else’?” she asked, bluntly. Patrick gulped and moved his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing away. He shrugged.

“I…” he trailed off. “Ali, I uhm,” he gulped and looked down, but felt his eyes widening as Ali placed her hand on his cheek and after locking eyes with him for what seemed like a millisecond, she pushed her lips up to his, and after only a moment of hesitation, Patrick found himself kissing back. He moved his hands to her waist and eagerly complied as her tongue made her way through his mouth.

She broke away, breathless before resting her hands on the color of his shirt and smiling slightly. She glanced up at his eyes and found the lust she anticipated, taking it as a good thing. She grabbed his hands at this point and stepped backward, beckoning him to follow her to the bed. He complied, but in the back of his head, something was calling out to him. It was shut up the minute he was pushed onto the mattress, Ali climbing over him before connecting their lips again. Patrick felt his heart race increasing by the second and gulped as she moved from his lips to his neck, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt as she did. He let a low groan go and let his eyes slowly close as she adjusted herself so that she was straddling his thighs. Reluctantly, he placed his hands on her waist, only to snap open his eyes and stare down at the fact she had already discarded her dress and now was sitting in her bra and panties. Ali pulled away and frowned lightly.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked. Patrick pursed his lips together and sighed out, looking down at his lap for a moment and closing his eyes. He moved Ali slightly and she took the hint, kneeling instead on the bed as he slowly stood up.

“Ali…this,” he gulped and turned around, staring at her shocked demeanor. He felt terrible, but already knew he had chickened out to the point that going back was not an option. He slapped his hand to his head and turned around again, frustrated with himself.

“I thought…” Ali whispered and found herself feeling quite embarrassed. “This was what you wanted,” she mumbled. Patrick looked to the side, seeing Ali now sitting on the edge of her bed, head down.

“I’m…” he breathed out and looked at her before shaking his head. “Sorry,” he spoke and Ali nodded her head, before standing up and grabbing her bathrobe off one of her bedposts and wrapping it around her.

“Ok,” she walked up to Patrick however and he half expected her to kiss him when she pushed slightly at his shoulder. “You need to leave,” she spoke softly and he only found sadness in her voice.

As the door closed behind him, he gritted his teeth together and for a moment contemplated running his head into the wall opposite him. Instead, he turned towards the stairs and deiced to take some influence from Gabe. He stormed past everyone in the kitchen, grabbing a shot glass a bottle of rum and after many shots later, found himself passed out drunk beside the pool.