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Finger painting
I am excited that I am on my 12 chapter and that everyone enjoys it so much! I hope that this chapter keeps you interested!
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Chapter 12- Finger painting
~Pete~
Patrick woke me up early on Wednesday. I groaned. “Fuck, why are you waking me up this early?”
“Pete, we are redecorating Madison's room.”
“What's wrong with it?”
Patrick shook his head. “First of all, it's the color of blood red.”
I shrugged. “And?”
“Pete, she's a little girl! We need to do something that she would like, not what we would like.”
“Like you just said, she's a little girl, she doesn't know what she wants.”
Patrick blew out a frustrated breath. “She'll know when she gets a little older!”
“Well, let's do it when she's older then.”
“Look, we're just gonna do it now. I already hired a decorator to come up with a design.”
“What?! You couldn't come up with something yourself?!”
“Pete, I'm a guy. What do I know?”
“Okay, fine. I just don't want to do any work, okay?”
“No, what you're gonna do is move all of her stuff into the spare bedroom so all the painting can be done. And we need to sort through all her stuff and see what goes with the color scheme the decorator has.”
Patrick continued with the long To-Do List. “We also have to paint while she's shopping, so get up off your lazy ass and get on some painting clothes!”
I groaned.
“Come on, Pete. Do it for the baby.”
I groaned a second time.
Patrick left my room and I pulled the covers over my head.
A minute later, he came back and pulled the covers off. He had Madison with him.
“Oh, no. You aren't gonna guilt trip me with her. I know all your tricks.”
Patrick put Madison on my chest and he imitated a little girl voice. “Please, daddy, help me with my room. It's scary in there, please!”
I nearly gave in already, but when Patrick put her up to my face and she kissed me, I caved big time.
“Okay, I'll do it. But only because her cute powers affected me.”
Patrick laughed and I got out of bed. I went to my closet and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I don't wear anymore. Patrick was already dressed in an old pair of black pants and a green shirt. He also had a weird hat on.
“Why do you have that goofy French hat on?”
“It's called a beret, and all the best artists wear it.”
“Not anymore.”
He shrugged as we walked out the door to move out Madison's stuff.
After moving her crib, we heard the door bell ring and Patrick went down to get it.
A couple minutes later, a very attractive woman that was about 27 came into the room. I tried not to stare at her large chest, but it was very hard not to. After all, Patrick doesn't have a pair of those.
I looked over at Patrick and I saw his gaze at her chest as well. But then he quickly put his attention on her face when she looked at him.
“Well, Patrick, I have the paint buckets in the car, and I'm gonna go out and buy all the stuff. I called a carpenter just a moment ago and I'm going to drop by and give him the furniture designs I want for this room.”
Patrick spoke to her after his gaze went back up to her eyes again. “Thank you so much for your hard work.”
She smiled. “Oh, you're welcome. I'm happy to help my favorite band in the whole world! When I heard that Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz needed my help, I jumped at the job. And I love Peterick too. I secretly wish you guys were dating, how crazy is that?”
We laughed nervously. “Yeah, that sure is crazy.”
“Can I have your autograph?”
I relaxed. “Sure!”
We signed her Fall Out Boy band t-shirt that I didn't realize that she was wearing before, and she brought up the paint buckets.
There were two different colors. We popped open the lids and were happy with what we saw.
I smiled. “Hot pink and black. I'm assuming that this is gonna be a little punk princess room?”
She grinned. “That's exactly what I'm going for. Now, you boys get to work! It has to have the whole day to dry.”
She left and we got out our paint brushes.
As I was painting part of the wall black, I felt something roll up my back. I turned around and saw Patrick with a paint roller covered with hot pink paint standing behind me.
I grinned. “Okay, now, you're gonna get it.”
I dipped my roller in paint and put it on his face. Then he got it on my face too. I attacked him with the roller, getting him almost covered in paint, and in the process, got covered in paint too.
I grabbed him and pulled him into a big bear hug. He kissed my lips and I kissed him back.
I dropped my brush and put my arms around him tighter. Our kiss deepened and I put my hand on his butt, squeezing it in the process. He did the same, only he squeezed a little harder. My tongue entered his mouth and I could feel his hardness press up against my inner thigh.
We were suddenly interrupted by Patrick's buzzing sidekick and I groaned. “What could they want at a time like this? This could have been our first paint sex.”
Patrick laughed and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Yes, this is Patrick Stump.”
“Okay, thank you, I'll be there as soon as I can.”
He hung up the phone.
“Babe, what's wrong?”
He waited a little before he answered. “Natasha's at the hospital. She got in a car wreck and she's in a coma.”
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OMG, What happened to Natasha?! I guess you'll have to find out and read the next chapter!Hehehe!
littlepunkrocker13 -Well, it was my intention to scare you, and I'm glad it worked! And just so you and everyone knows, I am trying my best to write a chapter every single day. I've stuck to that so far, but I might miss a day once in a while. Trust me, I'll die on the inside when I do. :D
~Pete~
Patrick woke me up early on Wednesday. I groaned. “Fuck, why are you waking me up this early?”
“Pete, we are redecorating Madison's room.”
“What's wrong with it?”
Patrick shook his head. “First of all, it's the color of blood red.”
I shrugged. “And?”
“Pete, she's a little girl! We need to do something that she would like, not what we would like.”
“Like you just said, she's a little girl, she doesn't know what she wants.”
Patrick blew out a frustrated breath. “She'll know when she gets a little older!”
“Well, let's do it when she's older then.”
“Look, we're just gonna do it now. I already hired a decorator to come up with a design.”
“What?! You couldn't come up with something yourself?!”
“Pete, I'm a guy. What do I know?”
“Okay, fine. I just don't want to do any work, okay?”
“No, what you're gonna do is move all of her stuff into the spare bedroom so all the painting can be done. And we need to sort through all her stuff and see what goes with the color scheme the decorator has.”
Patrick continued with the long To-Do List. “We also have to paint while she's shopping, so get up off your lazy ass and get on some painting clothes!”
I groaned.
“Come on, Pete. Do it for the baby.”
I groaned a second time.
Patrick left my room and I pulled the covers over my head.
A minute later, he came back and pulled the covers off. He had Madison with him.
“Oh, no. You aren't gonna guilt trip me with her. I know all your tricks.”
Patrick put Madison on my chest and he imitated a little girl voice. “Please, daddy, help me with my room. It's scary in there, please!”
I nearly gave in already, but when Patrick put her up to my face and she kissed me, I caved big time.
“Okay, I'll do it. But only because her cute powers affected me.”
Patrick laughed and I got out of bed. I went to my closet and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I don't wear anymore. Patrick was already dressed in an old pair of black pants and a green shirt. He also had a weird hat on.
“Why do you have that goofy French hat on?”
“It's called a beret, and all the best artists wear it.”
“Not anymore.”
He shrugged as we walked out the door to move out Madison's stuff.
After moving her crib, we heard the door bell ring and Patrick went down to get it.
A couple minutes later, a very attractive woman that was about 27 came into the room. I tried not to stare at her large chest, but it was very hard not to. After all, Patrick doesn't have a pair of those.
I looked over at Patrick and I saw his gaze at her chest as well. But then he quickly put his attention on her face when she looked at him.
“Well, Patrick, I have the paint buckets in the car, and I'm gonna go out and buy all the stuff. I called a carpenter just a moment ago and I'm going to drop by and give him the furniture designs I want for this room.”
Patrick spoke to her after his gaze went back up to her eyes again. “Thank you so much for your hard work.”
She smiled. “Oh, you're welcome. I'm happy to help my favorite band in the whole world! When I heard that Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz needed my help, I jumped at the job. And I love Peterick too. I secretly wish you guys were dating, how crazy is that?”
We laughed nervously. “Yeah, that sure is crazy.”
“Can I have your autograph?”
I relaxed. “Sure!”
We signed her Fall Out Boy band t-shirt that I didn't realize that she was wearing before, and she brought up the paint buckets.
There were two different colors. We popped open the lids and were happy with what we saw.
I smiled. “Hot pink and black. I'm assuming that this is gonna be a little punk princess room?”
She grinned. “That's exactly what I'm going for. Now, you boys get to work! It has to have the whole day to dry.”
She left and we got out our paint brushes.
As I was painting part of the wall black, I felt something roll up my back. I turned around and saw Patrick with a paint roller covered with hot pink paint standing behind me.
I grinned. “Okay, now, you're gonna get it.”
I dipped my roller in paint and put it on his face. Then he got it on my face too. I attacked him with the roller, getting him almost covered in paint, and in the process, got covered in paint too.
I grabbed him and pulled him into a big bear hug. He kissed my lips and I kissed him back.
I dropped my brush and put my arms around him tighter. Our kiss deepened and I put my hand on his butt, squeezing it in the process. He did the same, only he squeezed a little harder. My tongue entered his mouth and I could feel his hardness press up against my inner thigh.
We were suddenly interrupted by Patrick's buzzing sidekick and I groaned. “What could they want at a time like this? This could have been our first paint sex.”
Patrick laughed and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Yes, this is Patrick Stump.”
“Okay, thank you, I'll be there as soon as I can.”
He hung up the phone.
“Babe, what's wrong?”
He waited a little before he answered. “Natasha's at the hospital. She got in a car wreck and she's in a coma.”
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OMG, What happened to Natasha?! I guess you'll have to find out and read the next chapter!Hehehe!
littlepunkrocker13 -Well, it was my intention to scare you, and I'm glad it worked! And just so you and everyone knows, I am trying my best to write a chapter every single day. I've stuck to that so far, but I might miss a day once in a while. Trust me, I'll die on the inside when I do. :D
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