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CHAPTER THREE: YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
'What did you just say?' Because he was certain, he was certain Pete had just whispered three words. Three fantastic words that set off fireworks in his head... Patrick and Pete have a little ...
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Okay, I didn't do a lot of the things I wanted to do here. and I'm SO sorry this is so ridiculously delayed D:
Feel free to rant at me, but reviews/rates are appreciated anyway. Ideas too, though I surprisingly have plenty for the next chapter or two...
This chapter may be edited once I've shown it to my beta, Charzie, tomorrow. Unfortunately not many people are awake at one am.
Okay, enjoy, guys! I love you.
Reviews are LOVED. :] Advice too!
Also, edit. WARNING. This chapter is MUCH more graphic, so if you don't like that then please skip to the bottom of this chapter, which is basically the conclusion & point for this chapter.
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Patrick was a little amazed.
He'd come round to Pete's house for a chat, a movie and maybe a cuddle, but now he was playing Truth, Dare, Snog or Strip with five rather hot boys-and he didn't just think that. Seriously, because Patrick didn't think things like that. Much.
The things in his head were so disturbing but so hot. Pete giving Ryan a lapdance-now that was enough to give Patrick's mother a boner, and his mom didn't even have a dick. As far as he knew, anyway. Ugh. Disturbing mental image.
Sighing slightly, Patrick glanced at Pete. After doing a dare which, obviously, involved a rather sexy lapdance, Pete was as naked as the day he was born and Patrick couldn't stop his eyes from wandering down Pete's pale, toned body, coming to rest at his dick. It had to be at least seven inches, and it was fucking flaccid right now for Pete's sake. Haha. Pete. Patrick thought, maybe a little deliriously.
Glancing up, Patrick noticed everyone was staring at him and he flushed, looking away again. Oh God.
Eventually everyone got distracted with Brendon stripping and throwing his boxers around the room, and Patrick slipped behind a chair-not the greatest hiding place, but hey. It worked. Kind of.
Patrick watched curiously from between the legs as Brendon reached out and flicked the bottle, swearing under his breath and blowing on his nail split seconds after-but Patrick didn't laugh, because dirty minded or not he didn't appreciate pain and he really did feel for Brendon.
But that ridiculous pout on his face was laughable, even if his pain wasn't.
...
Much.
Still, Patrick was far from laughter when the bottle, spinning wildly, came to a rest pointing straight at him. Literally like, a perfect straight line right between his legs. Jeez, Brendon, creepy voodoo guy much?
Blushing furiously as everyone looked at him again, because he hated being the center of attention, Patrick slowly crawled out from behind his chair and sat looking at Brendon like an injured puppy, while Brendon, taking the role of an evil mastermind in his stride, began tapping his chin with his index finger and 'hmm'-ing.
That was of course until Pete elbowed him harshly in the stomach and muttered 'Get on with it Urie, you're upsetting Patrick.'
And it was true, Patrick was beginning to sweat, feeling more nervous than a pig about to be butchered and God couldn't everyone look at something else for one second? Like the bird sucking a worm out on the window-wait, no, that could bring dirty images up. Patrick shook his head and tried not to notice that Gabe and William were looking at him with identical grins.
'I dare,' Brendon began mysteriously, and Patrick instinctively knew this would be bad. 'You to give Pete a lapdance.'
'That's already been used,' he protested quietly, eyes widening in horror, while Pete looked rather hurt.
'There are no rules about it,' Brendon smirked, clapping hands with Ryan.
'Easy for a naked man to say,' Patrick sulked, standing up slowly and beginning to sway his hips, which were a little too round for Patrick's liking. He noticed Brendon looking at him in an amused way, and decided to do this good.
He began to advance on Pete who was literally drooling, dick practically hammering against his stomach yelling Oi you up there, get some action!. Gulping, Patrick imagined nobody else was in the room, it was just him and Pete, and slowly he began to unbutton his shirt, fingers drifting over the buttons and popping them open with ease. He slipped it off and then hooked it around Pete's neck, bending down as he swung it back and forth, brushing his lips against the head of Pete's dick and drawing a deep, guttural moan from him before backing away against, beginning to slide his jeans down his legs with far more ease than Pete had done for Ryan, due to the fact that Patrick wore baggy jeans. With his jeans he tugged off his trainers and socks, quickly-because no matter how good you were at lapdancing, taking off your shoes couldn't be sexy. Even if you were like, Edward Cullen or something.
Although Edward Cullen would probably pull off his foot along with the shoe.
In only his boxers now, Patrick slipped closer to Pete again, taking Pete's hands and sliding them down in to his boxers, on to his ass, while Pete began to react, slipping closer and massaging Patrick's buttocks with his thumbs. Patrick shivered, and then drew away again, slipping his boxers down and, noticing Gabe smirking, throwing them at him hard [Deja Vu much], before returning his attention to Pete.
Straddling his hips, Patrick climbed atop him and began to grind down in to him, erect cock rubbing deliciously against Pete's chest, and he needed that friction.
Pete's dick was pressed between his ass cheeks and, smirking, feeling more confident than he ever had before, Patrick reached down and slipped his erect member in to his asshole, tip first. He winced, thinking it was a bad idea just as Pete thrust his entire dick in to Patrick and Patrick bit back a scream of pain. White lights flashed in front of his eyes for a moment-and then the pain slowly dulled, though it didn't go away entirely. Remembering he still had a dare to do, Patrick continued grinding down against Pete only now, when he went at a certain angle a burst of warm pleasure shot through him.
Eventually he had a steady rhythm going, and then Pete's hand slipped up and closed around his dick, pumping him hard and fast against his open mouth. The sensations were amazing-against his prostrate, and the sensitive skin of his cock, and Patrick felt a coil of fire in his stomach before cum shot out of his dick straight in to Pete's mouth. Pete's eyes rolled up slightly and he moaned, and God this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And then with a muffled 'GONNACU-', Pete had cum, hard, in to Patrick. It felt like liquid fire slipping in to him. It felt amazing.
Patrick bit back a giggle, standing slowly and feeling cum leak from his ass, but it didn't matter. It almost felt good. He turned around slowly to see Gabe and William kissing desperately, Brendon staring with his jaw almost hitting the floor and Ryan absentmindedly toying with Brendon's once more erect cock.
'Did you have fun, baby?' Pete was asking, and Patrick turned his head to look at him, eyes wide. Because oh God, it had sunk in. He wasn't an innocent virgin anymore (though when he'd ever been innocent Patrick was beginning to wonder), he'd given himself to Pete. Pete Wentz!
'Wow.' Patrick whispered, sinking down to the floor.
'You're quite the sex kitten, puss.' Gabe was saying, breaking free from William to sneak across to Patrick, slipping an arm around his waist. 'How about me and you-'
'Continue with the game,' William interrupted, fondly stealing Gabe away again and tugging him in to his lap. Gabe grinned and murmured 'ooh, Gabey-baby likey', and Patrick was sure he heard William affectionately reply 'Go fuck a chicken, Gabe.'
Shaking his head slightly, Patrick reached out and spun the bottle. It went round and round and round until Patrick's eyes unfocused just in time to see the bottle's tip rest on William.
'Okay, room dare. Everyone strip.'
'No, you can't do that.' William pointed out, looking at Pete for confirmation. Pete, still dazed from well, sex, murmured 'Tricky can do aaaanything.'
'Everyone's pretty much naked anyway, the small bits of clothing are annoying me,' Patrick mumbled, going red again as the last of his confidence ebbed away. Seeing this, William shrugged, and the room stripped off any remaining clothing from shirts to socks.
And then there were six horny, naked men.
Pete looked so cute when he was admiring Patrick, and Patrick couldn't help staring while William spun the bottle in the backround. Pete's face was just so beautiful. It was narrow, but slightly... he couldn't even explain it, pudgy was too ugly a word. Padded? It made him sound fat. Peachy. What?
He didn't know, but Pete was gorgeous. His eyelashes were so dark (though Patrick maybe suspected eyeliner helped with that) and his lips were so... so... wow. And his body, Patrick had never seen anything hotter.
Realising Brendon was poking him and sniggering, Patrick jerked back to life in time to see Gabe smearing a sort of chocolate-y sauce over William's nipples, dick and neck, before leaning over him and slowly letting his tongue brush over Willam's pale skin, catching the droplets of chocolate. After a moment, Gabe leaned up to kiss William. They passed the chocolate, visibly, for a minute, before each took half on their tongues and swallowed, smiling goofily. Then Gabe lay down and repeated the actions, on different areas of skin.
Patrick was just a little mesmerised.
Eventually Gabe reached William's dick which was standing up straight in the air. Smiling slowly, Gabe leaned down and licked up the side of William's length, then he swirled his tongue around the top and dipped down against the foreskin, before taking him in whole. He sucked for a moment, and William shuddered, before leaning back. There was pre-cum smeared on Gabe's cheeks, and chocolate smeared unevenly along William's dick, but it looked... it looked...
Kinky.
When Gabe and William had finished, they were pretty messy. A lot of chocolate had ended up in their hair, and they maybe looked a little ridiculous.
'You guys need a shower,' Ryan laughed, and Patrick nodded shyly, agreeing, while Pete snuggled closer to him, playing with his hair. It was a pleasant sensation.
'Nah, we're good.' Gabe smirked, leaning back and humming slightly, while William shrugged to himself, and watched Gabe kick the bottle lightly. It went round twice and ended up directed at Brendon.
'Snog.' Gabe shrugged, prancing over and connecting his lips to Brendon's, cum and chocolate slipping from his cheek to Brendon's. Ryan leaned in and sniffed it cautiously, before running his tongue along the mixture. Patrick blinked.
Ryan licked again and Brendon's dick twitched visibly, which was when Gabe leaned back, snickering, to watch Ryan take over the kissing, hands on Brendon's knees. It continued for about five minutes, until Pete finally laughed and pulled Ryan's shoulders. 'Okay, Ryro. Bren, spin the bottle, cookie.'
Patrick sulked slightly. Pete never called him cookie. What, was he more of a... a Skittle, or a biscuit? He wanted to be Pete's cookie!
Pouting irritably and shuffling away from Pete, Patrick watched Brendon spin the bottle and chirp 'Dare!'
Groaning slightly at the repetition, Patrick let his head fall back and his eyes shut. He got ten seconds of peace before he was being prodded back to reality. His eyes flickered open and he glanced irritably at Pete, who was poking him enthusiastically. Reaching out, he pinched the tip of Pete's dick sharply.
Pete screeched, jumping up like an injured cat, eyes shut tight in pain and blood beading on the tip of his dick. 'Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, oh, oh God, oh fucking-oh Jesus, oh mother, oh lord, oh... Ow, ow, Gods!'
He sounded like he was having an orgasm. A very painful orgasm...
Patrick blinked, then slowly looked over to meet Gabe's bewildered gaze, before bursting in to laughter. Pete was slapping at his dick, howling in pain, and Patrick watched as he tripped over the sofa, doing an unimpressive backflip before rolling over the back of the sofa on to the coffee table with a crash.
'Ow.' was the last groan Pete uttered, before the room erupted in to cheers and laughter.
Patrick felt rather sorry for Pete after about... ten minutes. So, humphing at everyone, he walked around to where Pete was lying, dazed on the coffee table with one hand clenched protectively around his dick, and bent down to kiss Pete's cheek. 'Cuddle upstairs?'
'Yeah!' Pete yelled enthusiastically, pain [and the crime of the person who had inflicted the pain] forgotten as he jumped up, grabbed Patrick's hand and near enough dragged him upstairs, while Patrick chuckled. Pete was so easy to cheer up.
Five minutes later their naked bodies were curled together beneath Pete's duvet, kissing and nipping and caressing, but Patrick wasn't hard as such, just comfortably aroused.
'I love cuddles,' Pete decided, snuggling closer to Patrick and nipping his collarbone so gently Patrick wasn't sure he felt it. 'Especially with you, Trick, it feels so special. You're like my rainbow.'
Patrick blushed, stroking Pete's warm back. 'You are my sunshine,' he replied seriously, before giggling fondly. 'You are my suuuunshine, in the morrrning, you are my suuunshine, all through the day. You are the mooonlight, when the sun drifts down, you are my staaar, in the night sky... Hey,' he said suddenly, stopping his singing to look seriously at Pete. 'What did you just say?'
Because he was certain, he was certain Pete had just whispered three words.
Three fantastic words that set off fireworks in his head.
I love you.
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Again, I'm sorry this is so ridiculously bad! Once you abandon a fic it's hard to get back in to it exactly the same. I hope you guys liked it all the same. Reviews, rates and ideas appreciated, and ALL will be used at one point.
I have a lot planned for Chapter Four, so keep watching! Or reading rather.
Feel free to rant at me, but reviews/rates are appreciated anyway. Ideas too, though I surprisingly have plenty for the next chapter or two...
This chapter may be edited once I've shown it to my beta, Charzie, tomorrow. Unfortunately not many people are awake at one am.
Okay, enjoy, guys! I love you.
Reviews are LOVED. :] Advice too!
Also, edit. WARNING. This chapter is MUCH more graphic, so if you don't like that then please skip to the bottom of this chapter, which is basically the conclusion & point for this chapter.
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Patrick was a little amazed.
He'd come round to Pete's house for a chat, a movie and maybe a cuddle, but now he was playing Truth, Dare, Snog or Strip with five rather hot boys-and he didn't just think that. Seriously, because Patrick didn't think things like that. Much.
The things in his head were so disturbing but so hot. Pete giving Ryan a lapdance-now that was enough to give Patrick's mother a boner, and his mom didn't even have a dick. As far as he knew, anyway. Ugh. Disturbing mental image.
Sighing slightly, Patrick glanced at Pete. After doing a dare which, obviously, involved a rather sexy lapdance, Pete was as naked as the day he was born and Patrick couldn't stop his eyes from wandering down Pete's pale, toned body, coming to rest at his dick. It had to be at least seven inches, and it was fucking flaccid right now for Pete's sake. Haha. Pete. Patrick thought, maybe a little deliriously.
Glancing up, Patrick noticed everyone was staring at him and he flushed, looking away again. Oh God.
Eventually everyone got distracted with Brendon stripping and throwing his boxers around the room, and Patrick slipped behind a chair-not the greatest hiding place, but hey. It worked. Kind of.
Patrick watched curiously from between the legs as Brendon reached out and flicked the bottle, swearing under his breath and blowing on his nail split seconds after-but Patrick didn't laugh, because dirty minded or not he didn't appreciate pain and he really did feel for Brendon.
But that ridiculous pout on his face was laughable, even if his pain wasn't.
...
Much.
Still, Patrick was far from laughter when the bottle, spinning wildly, came to a rest pointing straight at him. Literally like, a perfect straight line right between his legs. Jeez, Brendon, creepy voodoo guy much?
Blushing furiously as everyone looked at him again, because he hated being the center of attention, Patrick slowly crawled out from behind his chair and sat looking at Brendon like an injured puppy, while Brendon, taking the role of an evil mastermind in his stride, began tapping his chin with his index finger and 'hmm'-ing.
That was of course until Pete elbowed him harshly in the stomach and muttered 'Get on with it Urie, you're upsetting Patrick.'
And it was true, Patrick was beginning to sweat, feeling more nervous than a pig about to be butchered and God couldn't everyone look at something else for one second? Like the bird sucking a worm out on the window-wait, no, that could bring dirty images up. Patrick shook his head and tried not to notice that Gabe and William were looking at him with identical grins.
'I dare,' Brendon began mysteriously, and Patrick instinctively knew this would be bad. 'You to give Pete a lapdance.'
'That's already been used,' he protested quietly, eyes widening in horror, while Pete looked rather hurt.
'There are no rules about it,' Brendon smirked, clapping hands with Ryan.
'Easy for a naked man to say,' Patrick sulked, standing up slowly and beginning to sway his hips, which were a little too round for Patrick's liking. He noticed Brendon looking at him in an amused way, and decided to do this good.
He began to advance on Pete who was literally drooling, dick practically hammering against his stomach yelling Oi you up there, get some action!. Gulping, Patrick imagined nobody else was in the room, it was just him and Pete, and slowly he began to unbutton his shirt, fingers drifting over the buttons and popping them open with ease. He slipped it off and then hooked it around Pete's neck, bending down as he swung it back and forth, brushing his lips against the head of Pete's dick and drawing a deep, guttural moan from him before backing away against, beginning to slide his jeans down his legs with far more ease than Pete had done for Ryan, due to the fact that Patrick wore baggy jeans. With his jeans he tugged off his trainers and socks, quickly-because no matter how good you were at lapdancing, taking off your shoes couldn't be sexy. Even if you were like, Edward Cullen or something.
Although Edward Cullen would probably pull off his foot along with the shoe.
In only his boxers now, Patrick slipped closer to Pete again, taking Pete's hands and sliding them down in to his boxers, on to his ass, while Pete began to react, slipping closer and massaging Patrick's buttocks with his thumbs. Patrick shivered, and then drew away again, slipping his boxers down and, noticing Gabe smirking, throwing them at him hard [Deja Vu much], before returning his attention to Pete.
Straddling his hips, Patrick climbed atop him and began to grind down in to him, erect cock rubbing deliciously against Pete's chest, and he needed that friction.
Pete's dick was pressed between his ass cheeks and, smirking, feeling more confident than he ever had before, Patrick reached down and slipped his erect member in to his asshole, tip first. He winced, thinking it was a bad idea just as Pete thrust his entire dick in to Patrick and Patrick bit back a scream of pain. White lights flashed in front of his eyes for a moment-and then the pain slowly dulled, though it didn't go away entirely. Remembering he still had a dare to do, Patrick continued grinding down against Pete only now, when he went at a certain angle a burst of warm pleasure shot through him.
Eventually he had a steady rhythm going, and then Pete's hand slipped up and closed around his dick, pumping him hard and fast against his open mouth. The sensations were amazing-against his prostrate, and the sensitive skin of his cock, and Patrick felt a coil of fire in his stomach before cum shot out of his dick straight in to Pete's mouth. Pete's eyes rolled up slightly and he moaned, and God this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And then with a muffled 'GONNACU-', Pete had cum, hard, in to Patrick. It felt like liquid fire slipping in to him. It felt amazing.
Patrick bit back a giggle, standing slowly and feeling cum leak from his ass, but it didn't matter. It almost felt good. He turned around slowly to see Gabe and William kissing desperately, Brendon staring with his jaw almost hitting the floor and Ryan absentmindedly toying with Brendon's once more erect cock.
'Did you have fun, baby?' Pete was asking, and Patrick turned his head to look at him, eyes wide. Because oh God, it had sunk in. He wasn't an innocent virgin anymore (though when he'd ever been innocent Patrick was beginning to wonder), he'd given himself to Pete. Pete Wentz!
'Wow.' Patrick whispered, sinking down to the floor.
'You're quite the sex kitten, puss.' Gabe was saying, breaking free from William to sneak across to Patrick, slipping an arm around his waist. 'How about me and you-'
'Continue with the game,' William interrupted, fondly stealing Gabe away again and tugging him in to his lap. Gabe grinned and murmured 'ooh, Gabey-baby likey', and Patrick was sure he heard William affectionately reply 'Go fuck a chicken, Gabe.'
Shaking his head slightly, Patrick reached out and spun the bottle. It went round and round and round until Patrick's eyes unfocused just in time to see the bottle's tip rest on William.
'Okay, room dare. Everyone strip.'
'No, you can't do that.' William pointed out, looking at Pete for confirmation. Pete, still dazed from well, sex, murmured 'Tricky can do aaaanything.'
'Everyone's pretty much naked anyway, the small bits of clothing are annoying me,' Patrick mumbled, going red again as the last of his confidence ebbed away. Seeing this, William shrugged, and the room stripped off any remaining clothing from shirts to socks.
And then there were six horny, naked men.
Pete looked so cute when he was admiring Patrick, and Patrick couldn't help staring while William spun the bottle in the backround. Pete's face was just so beautiful. It was narrow, but slightly... he couldn't even explain it, pudgy was too ugly a word. Padded? It made him sound fat. Peachy. What?
He didn't know, but Pete was gorgeous. His eyelashes were so dark (though Patrick maybe suspected eyeliner helped with that) and his lips were so... so... wow. And his body, Patrick had never seen anything hotter.
Realising Brendon was poking him and sniggering, Patrick jerked back to life in time to see Gabe smearing a sort of chocolate-y sauce over William's nipples, dick and neck, before leaning over him and slowly letting his tongue brush over Willam's pale skin, catching the droplets of chocolate. After a moment, Gabe leaned up to kiss William. They passed the chocolate, visibly, for a minute, before each took half on their tongues and swallowed, smiling goofily. Then Gabe lay down and repeated the actions, on different areas of skin.
Patrick was just a little mesmerised.
Eventually Gabe reached William's dick which was standing up straight in the air. Smiling slowly, Gabe leaned down and licked up the side of William's length, then he swirled his tongue around the top and dipped down against the foreskin, before taking him in whole. He sucked for a moment, and William shuddered, before leaning back. There was pre-cum smeared on Gabe's cheeks, and chocolate smeared unevenly along William's dick, but it looked... it looked...
Kinky.
When Gabe and William had finished, they were pretty messy. A lot of chocolate had ended up in their hair, and they maybe looked a little ridiculous.
'You guys need a shower,' Ryan laughed, and Patrick nodded shyly, agreeing, while Pete snuggled closer to him, playing with his hair. It was a pleasant sensation.
'Nah, we're good.' Gabe smirked, leaning back and humming slightly, while William shrugged to himself, and watched Gabe kick the bottle lightly. It went round twice and ended up directed at Brendon.
'Snog.' Gabe shrugged, prancing over and connecting his lips to Brendon's, cum and chocolate slipping from his cheek to Brendon's. Ryan leaned in and sniffed it cautiously, before running his tongue along the mixture. Patrick blinked.
Ryan licked again and Brendon's dick twitched visibly, which was when Gabe leaned back, snickering, to watch Ryan take over the kissing, hands on Brendon's knees. It continued for about five minutes, until Pete finally laughed and pulled Ryan's shoulders. 'Okay, Ryro. Bren, spin the bottle, cookie.'
Patrick sulked slightly. Pete never called him cookie. What, was he more of a... a Skittle, or a biscuit? He wanted to be Pete's cookie!
Pouting irritably and shuffling away from Pete, Patrick watched Brendon spin the bottle and chirp 'Dare!'
Groaning slightly at the repetition, Patrick let his head fall back and his eyes shut. He got ten seconds of peace before he was being prodded back to reality. His eyes flickered open and he glanced irritably at Pete, who was poking him enthusiastically. Reaching out, he pinched the tip of Pete's dick sharply.
Pete screeched, jumping up like an injured cat, eyes shut tight in pain and blood beading on the tip of his dick. 'Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, oh, oh God, oh fucking-oh Jesus, oh mother, oh lord, oh... Ow, ow, Gods!'
He sounded like he was having an orgasm. A very painful orgasm...
Patrick blinked, then slowly looked over to meet Gabe's bewildered gaze, before bursting in to laughter. Pete was slapping at his dick, howling in pain, and Patrick watched as he tripped over the sofa, doing an unimpressive backflip before rolling over the back of the sofa on to the coffee table with a crash.
'Ow.' was the last groan Pete uttered, before the room erupted in to cheers and laughter.
Patrick felt rather sorry for Pete after about... ten minutes. So, humphing at everyone, he walked around to where Pete was lying, dazed on the coffee table with one hand clenched protectively around his dick, and bent down to kiss Pete's cheek. 'Cuddle upstairs?'
'Yeah!' Pete yelled enthusiastically, pain [and the crime of the person who had inflicted the pain] forgotten as he jumped up, grabbed Patrick's hand and near enough dragged him upstairs, while Patrick chuckled. Pete was so easy to cheer up.
Five minutes later their naked bodies were curled together beneath Pete's duvet, kissing and nipping and caressing, but Patrick wasn't hard as such, just comfortably aroused.
'I love cuddles,' Pete decided, snuggling closer to Patrick and nipping his collarbone so gently Patrick wasn't sure he felt it. 'Especially with you, Trick, it feels so special. You're like my rainbow.'
Patrick blushed, stroking Pete's warm back. 'You are my sunshine,' he replied seriously, before giggling fondly. 'You are my suuuunshine, in the morrrning, you are my suuunshine, all through the day. You are the mooonlight, when the sun drifts down, you are my staaar, in the night sky... Hey,' he said suddenly, stopping his singing to look seriously at Pete. 'What did you just say?'
Because he was certain, he was certain Pete had just whispered three words.
Three fantastic words that set off fireworks in his head.
I love you.
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Again, I'm sorry this is so ridiculously bad! Once you abandon a fic it's hard to get back in to it exactly the same. I hope you guys liked it all the same. Reviews, rates and ideas appreciated, and ALL will be used at one point.
I have a lot planned for Chapter Four, so keep watching! Or reading rather.
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