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Chapter 42- Happily ever after below the waist

~Pete~
One day when Patrick was at the store, Natasha came down stairs, her mouth turned down at the corners. She sat down next to me, and sighed.

I figured that she didn't want to be bothered, so I continued to stare at the TV show I really wasn't watching. Once again, she sighed, but a little louder.

I ignored her, still staring at the TV. Soon I felt her lay across my lap and she sighed deeply again, but more dramatically.

“Is there something wrong?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

She sighed, which was getting a little annoying. “Oh, nothing really.” She said, trailing off.

“Okay, then why are you laying across my lap making those dramatic sighs?”

Still not moving from my lap, she said, “Well, there is something that's bothering me.”

“And that thing would be?” I said, getting impatient.

“Patrick isn't having sex with me, okay?!” She half yelled.

I tried to hold back the laughter rising in my throat, but it was too much to handle.

Blinking back the tears I made from laughing so hard, I finally spoke to the angry Natasha who was clawing at my arms.

“Is that what you're upset about?” I said, laughter still in my voice.

She pouted. “I'll tell you why if you stop laughing at me and take me seriously.”

I rubbed my mouth and put on a straight face. “Alright, go ahead.”

“Yes, that's part of the problem, but there's something else too.”

She took a breath and continued. “I miss him.”

I looked at her strangely. “He's gonna be home in fifteen minutes, so you don't have to miss him.”

She shook her head, exasperated. “No, I mean, I miss him. The old him. He used to be just this funny little awkward guy and now....” She folded her hands across her stomach. “He's just not as fun.”

“What do you mean? Patrick's loads of fun.” I struggled to see where she was getting all this.

“Pete, when was the last time you two just hung out together? When was the last time you had a beer, or went to a movie without making out during the whole thing? Basically, when was the last time you spent quality time with him as his best friend?”
It was my turn to sigh. I knew what she was talking about. I often thought about the fun we used to have before we started dating. All the pranks we used to pull on Joe and Andy, all the 80's movies I made him suffer through. I missed that.

When we aren't having sex (which I didn't say that I wanted to stop having), he's lecturing me or he's worried about something or we're just snuggling like an old couple. I didn't know what was happening between us, but I didn't like it.

“You're right. He has changed and quite frankly, I don't like it either.”

I cleared my throat. “But he's not the only person who's changed.” I said, looking down at her.

“Me? How have I changed?” She said, pointing at herself.

I laughed. “Well, I remember when you first moved in. You were excited to just be able to breath the same air as him, and now you're complaining that he's not having sex with you.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, she said, “Pete, if only you knew how I felt about him. I've always loved him, even when people turned his back on him. And now that I've moved here, I've learned to love him even more.”

She played with my hand that I put on top of her stomach. “I found out that he actually had weaknesses, things that weren't perfect. And you know what? I learned to love them. But honestly, he's still perfect in my eyes.”

She laughed. “I know you don't really want to hear this but, I'm in love with your boyfriend. And I know there's nothing I can do about it because one, I'm only 15 going on 16, and two, he's taken.”

“Wow,” I said, trying to think of what to say next. “I didn't know you felt that way about him.”

“If you read my blog like I told you to, you would've known.”

“You have a blog?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed lightly. “Yes, Pete, I've had one for a couple of years now. I write even more down since I moved in here. Because everyday brings new surprises.”

“Did you write about what happened when you and Patrick slept together the first time?”

“Yes, like I said, I write everything down.”

I lifted her from my lap and started to get up. “Well, I think I'll go look at it now.” I said, trying to be nonchalant.

“I don't think I want you to see it.” She said, laying back down on me so I wouldn't get away.

I lifted her up again, and quickly got up. “Oh, I think I'm going to anyway.”

Then I tried to run off, but she grabbed me quickly, pulling me down on the couch.
She pinned me and I tried to push her off.

“Natasha, get off!” I said, laughing.

She shook her head. “Not until you say you won't look at it.”

“Okay, I won't look at it... today.” I grinned, and then she got closer to my face.

“Peter Panda, I'm warning you, stay away from that entry!”

She got closer to my face, trying to act tough.

“Fine, I won't read it.” I agreed, even though I knew I was lying.

Her face was just a half an inch away from mine, her breath on my face. She leaned down to close that space between us, her lips pressing lightly against mine. I put my hands on her back and she removed her hands from my wrists. Laying on my body, she continued to kiss me, running her fingers through my hair.

My body, surprisingly, reacted quickly to her touches, my dick already hardening. She then moved her hands to my jeans, one hand tugging at them a little as the other hand worked on the button.

I pushed away when I felt her finger the waistband of boxers, removing her hands. She sat up, blinking with confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?” She questioned.

I shook my head. “No, I did. I'm sorry I did this.”

“Goddamn it, Pete, you don't have to apologize. I wanted this to happen. So, can we please continue?”

She reached for the back of my head and leaned forward. I pushed her back, holding both of her hands.

I shook my head again. “No, because one, Patrick will kick my ass for doing it, and two, I love him and I don't want to cheat on him again.”

“But Pete, it's not fair. I said that both of you are gonna have to sleep with me once in awhile because-” She shook her head, putting it in her hands that she wrenched from mine. “God, I'm such a whore. I went from being innocent to a complete whore.”

“Look, you're not a whore. I remember the first girl I slept with. After that, I couldn't get enough. Which is why I'm known for being a man whore. But you know what? I realized what I was doing and I stopped.” I laughed. “But don't get me wrong, I screw up once and awhile, but I've gotten a lot better.”

She lifted her head to reveal tears on her face. “All I want is to be my old self. This new one is terrible.” She laughed bitterly. “Hell, I miss being obsessed with Patrick and being excited to be around him. Well, I still do, but I guess I tried to keep that under control.”

I put my arm around her. “I'm really glad that you want to be yourself now. I kinda missed that funny dorky girl that I first met. Reminded me of Patrick.”

She laughed. “I'm sure. I love how well we get along.”

Patrick walked through the front door and paused when he saw Natasha crying on the couch.

“Is everything alright?”

I nodded. “She's just rediscovering herself.”

“I'm glad. I thought it was something bad.” He said, almost looking relieved.

She got up from the couch and ran towards Patrick. Our ears were filled with her screams as she hugged Patrick, jumping up and down.

Confused, Patrick hugged her back. “What's going on?”

“Patrick Stump, oh my God, I love you!” She squealed, hugging him tightly.

She stroked his sideburns. “They're as soft as I thought they would be! Patrick, I love you soooo much!”

“Tasha, what is going on?” Patrick asked. I wondered the same thing.

She squealed again. “You know my name! You must recognize me from facebook!”

At the same time, Patrick and I figured out what she was doing.

I laughed. “You don't have to be that much like your old self.”

Patrick hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. “Welcome back, Tasha. We missed you.”

“I missed me too, Patrick.” She said, still wiping tears from her eyes.

When they separated, Patrick went upstairs. I called after him to ask him where he was going, but he couldn't hear me.

Five minutes later, I heard the shower start, and I grinned. I headed towards the stairs and Natasha laughed, shaking her head.

I walked into the already steamy bathroom, the smell of Axe hanging in the thick steam. Quietly, I shut the door behind me and began to remove my clothes. After I shed the last piece of clothing, I put them on a pile on the floor.

I got in backwards so I'd have my back towards Patrick.

“Hey, you need any help?” I said to the shower wall.

I felt arms wrap around my waist, but they felt slender. Too slender to be Patrick's. I twisted around to see the grinning face of Ryan.

“So nice of you to join me. I'd love some help washing my back. Such a difficult thing to do by yourself.”

I pulled back the curtain and began to get out. “Sorry, I thought you were Patrick.” I mumbled.

He tugged on my arm and pulled me back in the shower. He reached for the shower curtain, pulling it closed.

“Pete, please stay. I really do need help washing my back.” He turned his back to me, then looked over his shoulder. “Besides, there's nothing you and I haven't seen of each other, anyway.”

Reluctantly, I took the washcloth that was in Ryan's hands and poured more soap on it. I rubbed the cloth over his shoulder blades, working my way to his lower back.

He moaned. “Mmmmm, Pete, could you press a little harder please? I've been in need of a back rub, anyway.”

I threw the washcloth on the floor and began to use my hands. I put more soap on his back, making him shiver when the cold liquid hit his warm shoulders.

His quiet moans of satisfaction were what kept me going, though I knew I should have been leaving. And for the second time today, my dick became hard quickly, touching the underside of his thigh.

He must've felt it because he turned around to face me, a smirk on his cute face.

“So, are you ready to stop playing around?”

Before I could answer, he pressed his lips against mine with force. His tongue was urgent and demanding as it pushed its way past my lips.

I gripped the back of his head, forcing his tongue farther into my mouth. He reached down and seized my hard cock. I felt him play with it a little bit before he started pumping it. My head fell back against the shower wall as he kissed my neck, small moans escaping my lips.

He pumped faster, using the other hand to massage the soft spot on my tender balls. I had to grip the curtain to keep from falling down as he got on his knees and stuck his tongue in my slit. He gathered the pre cum that leaked from it and then put as much of my dick as he could into his mouth.

He took his free hand and put it at the base, making it and his mouth meet in the center. I bit my lip until it bled as he twisted my throbbing member in his hand.

I closed my eyes and panted loudly, knowing that my orgasm was near. He tightened his mouth around me tightly and moved a tiny bit faster, which put me over the edge. I removed myself from his mouth after he milked the juices that came flowing out.

He swallowed gratefully, as if he enjoyed it. He smiled, then began to get out.
“Where are you going?” I questioned. I figured he'd want me to return the favor.

He wrapped a towel around his waist. “Well, I don't want Patrick or Brendon to find out, so I figured I'd leave the shower early so everyone will think you got in right after me.”

“But I just thought that you'd want me to do something for you.”

He shrugged. “Don't worry about it. Just think of it as an early birthday present. Besides, I quite enjoyed it.” He winked and walked out of the bathroom.

I moved towards the water and used some of Patrick's soap to get off the smell of Ryan. I made sure that I stayed in the shower extra time so his plan would actually work. Even after scrubbing at my skin for ten minutes, I knew I couldn't erase what had just happened.

I got out, drying off quickly. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed towards the bathroom for clothes. Patrick was on the bed fully clothed, fast asleep. Soft snores left his beautiful lips as his chest rose up and down. He looked peaceful.

Trying not to wake him up, I laid down next to him, feeling like I deserved a break from all of my emotional exhaustion.

Patrick stirred next to me as his eyes fluttered open. He saw me and smiled sheepishly.

“I was kinda tired so I decided to take a nap.”

I pulled him closer to me, letting his head rest on my chest. “That's fine. Go back to sleep, you deserve a break.”

He laughed sleepily. “Yeah, because I do tons.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Patrick, you're currently composing songs for our next album and on top of that, you're helping with the Cobra Starship and Gym Class Heroes album. Trust me, you deserve an hour to two hours of sleep.”

“Well, don't I feel special.” He yawned. “Okay, I'll go back to sleep now. You can join me if you want, but you don't have to.”

I took his glasses and hat off of him and sat them on the nightstand. “Of course I want to join you. I'm feeling kinda tired myself.” I yawned too, feeling the contagiousness of it.

Soon, he was fast asleep, looking like an angel like he always does. I kissed the top of his head before I closed my eyes, letting myself drift into a deep sleep.
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Wow, big drama going on with Pete, but there always is, so no surprise there. Keep reading and commenting. I like knowing that my story caught your attention. :)

MrSz-Or3o: It may be, or it may not be. I'm not giving ANY hints out. Don't want to ruin the surprise! Don't worry, I won't make you wait much longer... in fact, OOOO! I just thought of something! Holy shit balls, yes! :D

alex -nods-: It's okay, you don't have to. I'll figure things out. Besides, I want you to be surprised still. And Dora can be good and evil seeing that I watch Dora every once and awhile. She did teach me some extra spanish words. XD But then again, I'm evil, so it may be evil too.