Used Sol to put two in my chest I'm gonna be the voice in your head In your head. In your head (Betrayer) Say you love us, but still drew first blood  (Betrayer) Left us outnumbered to the wolves alone

(To the wolves) You threw him to the wolves Thought it was our flarp group  against the world But you threw him to the wolves

Who needs enemies when we've got friends? Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you? Who needs enemies when we've got friends? Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you? Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you?

You talk a big game how you're so right But not even in your eyes, your own eyes. (In your eyes) (Deceiver) Say you love us, but I found lies (Deceiver) Left us for dead to the wolves alone

To the wolves. You left her to the wolves Thought it was our flarp group against the world But you left her to the wolves

Who needs enemies when we've got friends? Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you? Who needs enemies when we've got friends? Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you? Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Who needs enemies when we've got friends like you?

To the wolves. You left us to the wolves Thought it was our flarp group against the world To the wolves. You left us  to the wolves Thought it was our flarp group against the world But you left us

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Sweet early morning air drifted in through an open window, tugging you closer and closer to reality from your comfortable slumber.

You realize something's off when you can't feel the warmth of his body next to yours, and that's enough to get you to sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes.

Something's different today, you can feel it. When you glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, red digital letters reading 8:23, you know something's up.

In the months you've known and dated Pete, he's never managed waking up before 10 or 11.

Slowly, you stretch the sleep from your bones before swinging your legs over the side of the bed, sliding on a pair of slippers before standing up. You hear pans clatter to the floor from the kitchen, followed swiftly by a rush of curses, and you smile softly to yourself.

Making your way from the bedroom, you're greeted with the rich smell of freshly brewed coffee, a smell that only grew stronger and stronger the closer you walked to the kitchen. Music played quietly from his phone, and you recognize it to be something by Kid Cudi.

You can't help but smile when you see him, back turned to you, with what you assume to be a spatula in hand as he attempts to make scrambled eggs. He's never really made you breakfast before, mostly because the boy can't cook anything other than poptarts and ramen. But for you, he'd at least try.

"G'morning," You say

"Fuck!" Pete whips his head around quickly to look at you, and you chuckle softly to yourself. "Jesus, Y/N, you scared the hell out of me." He says, but he's already smiling

You return the smile, although softer, as you slowly make your way to him. Your arms loop comfortably around his waist as you look up at him. He still smells of sleep, hair still beautifully messy.

You don't bother with an apology because you know he doesn't expect one. Instead, you want to know why he's up so early.

"You sleep okay?" You ask gently as Pete looks down at you, dark eyes studying your face with a strange mix between a smile and a frown.

"Oh, yeah." His hands go to your hair, playing with a piece so he doesn't have to maintain eye contact. Your gaze doesn't leave his face, though.

"Why are you up so early?" You ask, getting straight to the point. He twirls your hair around his long, slender finger, and you can see him coming up with either an excuse or an explanation.

He leans down, softly connecting your lips with his own. "How 'bout I finish up making breakfast. Then I'll tell you."

You sigh softly as you gaze up to him, stealing a quick kiss. "Fine... But I'm helping."

. . .

With the two of you working together, breakfast was ready quickly. But you had to admit, the kitchen was too small, even if it was just the two of you.

Still, though, that wasn't exactly something you were paying much mind to. Rather, you couldn't help but notice how oddly Pete seemed to be acting.

He was still his lovely, goofy self, but something just seemed off. Like he wasn't all there with you.

As you sat down at the kitchen table, a tiny thing by a window, just barely large enough for three people to comfortably sit, the smell of french toast and coffee filled your nose.

Pete sits across from you, setting down a plate that mirrored yours exactly, his face being illuminated by warm rays of morning sun.

He doesn't look down as he brings a mug of sweetened heavily coffee to his lips.

You start eating your syrup-drizzled french toast, watching him carefully as you wait for him to speak. He knows you're waiting, too, which is why he tries to look everywhere that isn't you.

"Pete..." You finally say, reaching over and taking his hand into your own. Your thumb traces over the boney ridges of his knuckles, and he bits his bottom lip.

"I've been thinking a lot..." He finally says, and you frown a bit. He cracks a small smile. "I know, I know, that's never a good way to start a sentence, but it's true."

He takes a deep breath, his chest dramatically expanding and falling. His eyes, illuminated into a sweet honey brown by the sun, meets your gaze, and he hesitates.

You know whatever he's about to say is important, so you try your best not to rush him, but fuck, you can literally feel your pulse in the back of your throat.

"I... I think we should get our own apartment. Together." Pete says, and he frowns slightly as if in preparation for a negative reaction

You feel your jaw fall open slightly, and you see fear in Pete's eyes before a large, impossibly bright smile curls to your lips.

"Wait- really?!" You ask, sheer excitement seeping into your tone. Pete's reaction begins to mirror your own, a bright smile pulling to his pink lips as he nods.

"Yeah, I mean," He allows for his fingers to trace small circles on your hand, "This place is great and all, but it's not meant for a couple."

You're absolutely beaming as you stand up, fingers interlocking with his own as you made your way to his side of the table. Standing between his legs, your hand goes to his cheek as he looks up at you, smile still radiant on your lips as his hand goes to your waist. You kiss him softly, tasting the sweet coffee on his lips as he pulls you closer.

"I love you," You say against his lips, and you can feel him smiling.

"I love you more," He says, and you know he means it as he gently pulls you onto his lap.

"What's your opinion on New York city?" Pete asks, holding you close to his body

"I don't really have one. Why?" You ask, finger twirling a lock of his dark hair as you looked down at him.

"Well, I told you I've been thinking a lot about this." He smiles softly as he looks at you, and you can feel the love radiating from his gaze. "New York City is fantastic when it comes to auditions, you wouldn't believe the number of opportunities there."

You look at him with a glint of astonished bewilderment in your eyes. You realize, in that very moment, that even though you have only been with him for a few months, you are fully confident you were made for each other. Cut from the same cloth, formed from the same stardust.

The love you feel for him swells throughout your entire being, and you can't help but think how glad you are to have him. Someone who doesn't just support you, but who also cares.

Just from the adoring look in his eyes, you know you don't have to say anything else. Sometimes the two of you go beyond what words could communicate.

In all honestly, Pete truly couldn't care less about where the two of you lived.