#cityslice

Trish X Sweet Pete.

LISTEN LISTEN DON'T GO YET- Think about it 👁👁 She's a city girl, classy, works a nice office job and has a fire ass bob (I refuse to let that head canon go). She's independent and dedicated!

He's a papas pizzaria pothead from the burbs. Maybe a little grimey, rough around the edges, but given that he was willing to hire notorious drug dealer Charlie after all was said and done, I'm thinking homie's got a heart of gold 😌

Trish stops by Sweet Pete's to grab a slice. He's not heard from the woman in like a week, and the moment he gets half a look at her, Pete can tell why. He's never seen her bob out of place, but it's clear she must be busting her ass to walk in looking so tired. And he's right, because before the two can even exchange hellos, Trish has started up venting in that cute, melodramatic way she does. And as Pete gets a fresh pie going, he's more than happy to lend an ear to her troubles (that and MAN did he miss that voice).

Anyhoot, it's clear by the time her pizza is done that she's already stressing about whatever busy quarterly, executive level ish she's going back to after this. Something something she's probably gonna be late, something something office jargon that he is barely following. She reaches for her food, only to find Pete just sliiiiightly too far away for her to reach, and he's got that damn grease triangle so close to his chest, you'd think he was nursing it. Trish, already a little on edge, is half puzzled, half unamused as he reaches to hand over the pizza, only to yank it back last second. And this asshole has the gal to smirk at her. He does this once, twice, and by the third time over, Trish's kitten heels are coming off. Your girl ain't leavin' without that damn slice.

Thus begins the chase. Pete barely books it to the back a second before Trish comes bolting behind the counter. She's on the hot pursuit, dodging the hoard of dusty old boxes in the backroom with a slightly alarming (and admittedly, kinda hot) level of agility, but that head start, plus his familiarity with the store seems to keep Pete one step ahead. He's considering slowing up and letting Trish claim her prize when he turns around and suddenly finds the store around him at a slant. At least that's what it looks like in the split second between him slipping on a pizza box, and his cushy body hitting the ground. The slice, which has long since cooled in the wind of the chase, has a short flight before coming down right on top of his head.

Trish just barely has time to cling to a nearby shelf before she slips on her own momentum and stockings, and lands with a thud (granted, a much quieter one than Pete's) on top of Pete. A bit of that fire is present in her, painting her face red until she fixes her crooked glasses and is met with the utterly ridiculous state the poor ole pizza man is in. And just like that, as if by magic, the stress of the day seeps from her shoulders, the only thing keeping them from fully relaxing being the slight shakes brought on by unstifleable, highly infectious laughter. Pete groans in old age agony beneath her, but between the chase and laughing, she can hardly catch her breath long enough to attempt an apology.

Pete is no better, only able to feign irritation for a moment before he finds himself also catching the chuckle bug. He reached up and dips his finger into the sauce dribbling down his head and has a taste, only to recoil on mock disgust at the taste of his "award winning" formula, now sullied with the addition of him as a topping. Trish follows, finally claiming her slice and having a big, victorious bite, managing a little "Mmmm" between the remnants of her giggles.

And they stay this way for a while. Trish pulls out a handkerchief and is dead set on wiping the sauce off of this man's forehead before she leaves, but it caught up short as Pete reaches forward and thumbs away a little off of her nose. He was only barely touching her then, just for support. But she could hardly move, stuck staring down at him, wondering how a the same fingers that punched three damn holes through the dough of her pizza can brush over her face like brush upon canvas, or navigate through her hair like he'd done it a million times before. What was he thinking...?

He wasn't, was the answer. Even Pete couldn't quite place his actions just then, his heart was pounding too damn hard to give anything a second thought. If he had, maybe he'd realize that this was far from the picturesque, tooth-rottingly sweet first date kiss he'd been planning for so long. It was just them, covered in sweat and sauce, toppled over onto the dirty floor of the back room of his pizza shop. And yet... And yet, even in this light, Trish was radiant, watching him with a gentleness that had damn near killed him the few, fortunate times he'd gotten to see it. God, she was going to be the end of him, and he couldn't wait.

Neither could Trish it seemed, as she and Pete began closing the gap, her hands pressed against his chest, waiting to be enveloped..

"CEO, entrepreneur

Born in 1964

Jeffery, Jeffrey Beeeezooooos"

The both of them jerked, locking eyes, mere inches apart before it finally clicked. Trish scrambled off the Pete, who on turn shot up like a kid caught behind the bleachers. Trish's phone did summer salts in her hands before she managed to get the thing unlocked and answered. And just like that, she was scurrying back towards the store front, gently quelling the worried barrage of questions that could only be coming from one, unmistakable redhead. Pete watched her with a small sigh, shaking his head with a chuckle as he followed, deciding to box up the rest of her pizza on the way out.

Trish was only just smoothing out her hair as Pete came in with the pie. In an instant, a mess of little apologies for the mess, for ghosting him, and thanks for the food game spilling from the woman, as if her thoughts we're attached to a faucet. She was scrambling to gather up the bills for her lunch, her face hot with embarrassment when the feeling hit her cheek. She just barely managed to catch Pete leaning up, having the time to notice that dumbass smirk before the chuckles we're back. She thanked him again, though, she didn't quite specify what for. But she didn't have to. He knew.

And with that, she made way back to the car, her eyes stuck lingering on Pete, and his attention no less fixed, until she was too far down the road to see. Still though, he lingered, leaned against the door frame silently swooning. It wouldn't be until his own phone buzzed in his pocket that the old stoner would consider going back in to clean up the mess.. Oh who was he kidding, he was gonna have Charlie clean that shit up for sure. He squinted down at the screen, griping something or the other about the brightness. But even with the eye strain, he could see it as clear as day. A text from Trish.

From: Triscuit

××:××

"U still owe me btw. How's 7:00, Saturday?"

Pete wasn't sure what to make of it. Was this one of her references, those "memes" she loved so much? What exactly did he "owe" her? He'd only just made it to the counter (and thank God, because the realization nearly took him out again) when the pieces began to fall into place. He felt the grin as it unfurled absolute his own finger tips. His free hand was moving before he could even collect his breath, smudging his screen a bit.

To: Triscuit

××:××

She’s like a second mother to him of course he’s gonna be a little skeptical when she starts talking about the guy shes seeing and he looks like The living incarnation of the phrase “Boyfailure”

 but Charlie assures him that, even though he smells like pot and poor life decisions Sweet Pete wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone the gorgeous woman who decided to look his way 

Stay in school, don't do drugs.

Trish to charlie with the mom voice she has and that disappointed look mom's give when they're disappointed at you for doing some stupid shit

Isn't it the other way around?

Pete said so seriously that Trish glared at him wondering if she made the right decision dating this man

What??? wasn't it supposed to be

"stay in drugs, don't do school" or somethin?

Pete said dumbfounded

Cue to Trish just looking at charlie and Pete disappointed.

Cityslice everyone—

Trish: I have to find my darling husband, I'm so worried about him.

Random coworker: Seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Trish: He makes me laugh.

All while Sweet Pete looks like a smashed pumpkin with a doopy smile on his face

They are really that one Princess Candace and Shining Armor toy picture; The Bride and the ugly ahh groom