#maritza.

the sun peaked its way through the old and ratted blanket that pete hung up in his bedroom window as a makeshift curtain. it was in no means fancy, it fact it was the opposite of fancy but it did the job, while sort of, not really in fact seeing as it was allowing sun in waking the boy. slowly blinking his eyes he placed his hand on his left eye rubbing it and went to lift the other hand noticing their was a weight keeping his arm down. noticing the brunette petite figure wrapped up in his arm, her head laying gently against his bare chest. he realized that he had once again found his way into bed with his brother's best friend. he would have liked to say it was the first time, he would have liked to say it was an accident, that they had just had one too many cheap beers. however, every single one of those would have been a lie. it wasn't the first time, in fact it had happen a few times before this one and with every time it happened pete began to forget why it was so problematic in the first place. there were about a hundred different reasons why hooking up with your brother's best friend was not a good idea. yet, when she looked at him with those deep brown eyes and pouted her soft lips those reasons seemed to escape him. gently rolling her off his arm he tried to snuck off the bed quietly, stretching his arm above his head, flexing his muscle inadvertently in the process. grabbing his boxers from the floor he slipped them on quickly and tried to scan the room looking for his shirt. his eyes paced through the room landing on the now awake girl who had his shirt clung to her body. "oh you're up, good." he said running his hands awkwardly through his hair, his tone of voice in a low whisper as not to wake his many siblings.