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“Ow, my head!” I buried my face into my pillow and pulled the blanket over my head. I needed some time to adjust to the bright light shining in through the window. I started loosening up my blanket cocoon so I could stretch out my limbs.
It took me awhile, but I finally had ample wiggle room within my cocoon. I’d also had enough time to adjust to the light in the room so I turned over, pulled the covers down, and stared up at the ceiling.
“Fuck this shit! I’m never drinking again. Drinking…” Suddenly memories from last night came flooding into my mind.
“Oh holy shit! Pete? Pete I need to…” I turned over and Pete wasn’t there, he wasn’t even in the room. I reached out to touch where he’d slept last night to see if it was still warm, maybe he’d just left. Then something on my shoulder caught my eye. It was my shirt. I looked under the covers, my pants were on too.
“It was all a dream, an alcohol induced sex dream… About Pete.”
Relief flooded through me, also a twinge of sadness. Last night… Well what I’d dreamt had been incredible. Pete said he liked me too. We’d fallen asleep, naked, next to each other after the most mind-blowing sex anyone could ever imagine.
I hardened at the images of Pete dancing through my mind: His chest. His lips. His…
I shook the images out of my head. One thing was finally clear; it was time to stop lying to myself. I had a sex dream about Pete. So no matter what else I did or said, I was attracted to him… GOD was I attracted to him.
Soon another thing from my dream came back to me. “You need to tell Sierra what you feel, whatever that is.” Even if I’d only dreamt Pete saying that, he was right. Well, my subconscious mind was right. I didn’t love Sierra. I didn’t want to be with her anymore. She deserved to know the truth.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deep. “Waffles?”
I sniffed the air a few more times. “Dale’s making her waffles!”
I untangled myself, hopped out of bed, and went running downstairs, tripping more than a few times. I landed on the bottom step with a loud thud. I looked around the living room, it was spotless. I swore we hadn’t cleaned up.
“Patrick baby, is that you?”
I walked into the kitchen and smiled at Pete’s mom, who was standing in front of the stove.
Dale returned the greeting. “I thought so. You’re the last hold out. Hungry?”
I nodded and plopped down on a chair set up at the kitchen island counter.
“Good. The waffles are done. We’re just waiting on the boys. I sent them out grocery shopping. We needed a few things for your birthday dinner, breakfast style. Also, they were driving me crazy. Pete and Andrew were arguing for a solid 20 minutes before I sent them with their dad. They should be home anytime.”
As if on cue, the front door opened and closed, and I heard footsteps headed in our direction.
“We’re back,” Mr. Wentz chimed as the three Wentz men walked into the kitchen, each holding a brown paper sack of boughten goods.
Mr. Wentz put his bag down on the kitchen island before walking to Dale, giving her a quick kiss ‘hello’.
“Ah, good afternoon Patrick,” Mr. Wentz greeted me once he noticed I was there. “Did you have fun last night? Pete was just filling me in on all the details. He said it was a wild ride.”
I turned towards Pete and my cheeks instantly flashed crimson. I quickly turned back to Mr. Wentz and nodded.
“That’s great. I’m glad you had a good time. Ok, how about you and Pete go into the garage and play with your instruments for awhile so Mrs. Wentz and I can get dinner done?”
I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out.
“That’s what she said,” Andrew quipped.
“Andrew!”
“What momma? Patrick was about to say the same thing, weren’t you Patrick?” Andrew smiled mischievously at me.
“I uh… yea.” My face was burning.
“Either way, go! We’ll call you once the food is ready.” Dale waved us out of the kitchen and the three of us got up and left the room.
“I’m gonna go chill outside for awhile. See ya in a few.” Andrew said as he waved, walking out the front door.
“Shall we?” Pete gestured to the garage door.
I nodded. Once in the garage, I walked to the drums and started playing the second I sat down. I was trying to keep my mind from wandering. It wasn’t working. Images of Pete’s body kept flashing in my mind. The feelings of Pete’s lips moving across my skin… DAMN ALCOHOL!
“Yo Trick, what’s wrong?”
I looked up at Pete. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Why?”
“Well you stopped playing in the middle of a solo for starters. Secondly, you’re staring out into space. You look like a zombie.”
“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’m just thinking… I need to head over to Sierra’s after dinner if you don’t mind. I NEED to see her.”
“Oh, uh sure. No problem.” Pete said before he started plucking at his bass strings.
“Boys, dinner!” Dale yelled.
Pete and I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. Dale brought us each a plate of food: Waffles, sausage, eggs sprinkled with curry, and a croissant.
“It looks delicious. Thanks Mrs. Wentz.”
“You’re very welcome baby. Hope you enjoy.” Mrs. Wentz kissed the top of my head then walked back over to the counter.
“Oh, we have one more thing for you Patrick.” I looked up at Mr. Wentz, who put something down next to my plate. “I’m pretty sure it’s non-edible, so why it was in the freezer is beyond me. Maybe some weird game you boys were playing last night.”
I looked down and discovered my phone. I looked back up at Mr. Wentz. “It was in the freezer?”
He nodded. “It’s probably just a paperweight by now. Mrs. Wentz and I have been trying to figure out why it was there. So d one of you want to explain it?”
“I put it in the freezer because his girlfriend wouldn’t stop calling him even AFTER he told her he’d call her later. I thought it might help chill her out,” Andrew said as he came walking into the kitchen. Then he sat at the table in front of an unclaimed plate of food.
“She’s gonna be so mad at me. I need to fix this. I need to make things right,” I mumbled to myself.
“Chill Patrick. I’ll take you over there myself. Let’s just eat dinner first, ok?” I looked at Pete and nodded. “It’ll all work out. If she gets too mad, just blame me. She’ll have no problem doing that.”
After I finished eating, I excused myself from the table and ran up to Pete’s room to change and make myself presentable. I started digging though my suitcase, but I didn’t know how to go about choosing an appropriate shirt to go break up with my girlfriend. I’d never done something like that before. “Why the hell did I bring so many clothes? It looks like I packed to stay a week, not a weekend.”
“Wear that blue one. The color blue is proven to help calm someone down,” Pete said as he walked in. I grabbed the blue shirt sitting on top and threw it on.
“Very nice Patrick. Very calming. I feel calmer already.” Pete smirked at me.
I blushed. “How did you know Sierra’s gonna need calmed down?”
“Fuck Sierra! I was talking about you. You look like a nervous wreck. What’s up Trick? I told you, you can tell me anything.”
“I…” My eyes started undressing Pete as I glanced over his body. I quickly looked back up at his face. “I just need to see Sierra.”
“Ok. Whatever. Let’s get going.” Pete turned on his heel and headed out.