Sunshine On My Doorstep

Alone... Again

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(Pete's P.O.V.)

I felt my body relax after another shitty day at school. The weekend. It was close. Today may be Thursday but in my mind, it is Friday Eve.

I felt the shakiness of my bed as I leaped onto the squeaky mattress, tossing and turning. Will I take a nap? Of course I will, is that even a fucking question? I thought as I finally found a comfortable enough position.

I lay there, on my bed, not able to fall asleep. I reach over to my right and open the first pocket on my backpack. I grab my phone, but as I try to turn it on, the screen won't light up. It's dead, ughhhh. I'm going to die.

I latched my foot on the edge of the bed and reached as far as I could to get my charger, which was pon my nightstand, but ever since my mom invaded my room to vacuum, it has been away from me by like a foot. As I was just a few inches away, I roll forward and hit my shoulder on my nightstand.

"I'm going to kill my mom." I muttered to myself as I then rubbed my achy shoulder. I sat there on the floor, ready to kick the ground, when I heard a sound that I barely ever hear. The doorbell.

I struggled as I slid my skinny jeans back on and a sweatshirt. I kept rubbing my shoulder as I stumbled downstairs. As I approached the door, I saw that my mom left her house key on the hook. It must be her then.

I opened the door with no hesitation as the cool air from outside brushed my face. I played with my hoodie sleeves as I just waited for my mom to say that she forgot her house key, but got no response.

I looked up to see a boy. He stood there on the doorstep, and he looked kinda uncomfortable. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, similar to the pair I was wearing, and a leather jacket that he was wrapping himself with because of the cool air outside. And a fedora.

"Uh, Hi." He says as runs his black boots against the lose dirt on the welcome mat. I smiled at his shyness.

"Um, hey. May I just ask why you are here, on my doorstep?" I asked as I began to rub my shoulder.

He nodded, "My family recently moved in across the street a few doors down and my mom is making me introduce myself since she has work." He responded. When he said that, he had a look of disgust once mentioning his mother. "My name is Patrick."

"Oh, OK." I replied. This is awkward. "My mom is at work too, so. My name is Pete by the way." I quietly said. " You can come in if you want to, fedora man." I them added, without thinking.

He blushed. "I have the house over here too," he said pointing to his right. " and I have homework to do, but maybe I will come back tomorrow." He responded as he adjusted his hat. He is so cute. But Pete, you like girls. Boobs. Boobs. YOU LIKE BOOBS.

"Bye, have a nice day." I heard as I looked up to see Patrick walking down the driveway and on the sidewalk.

"Oh, bye." I then replied as I shut the door. What the hell just happened? I asked myself as I stumbled up the stairs again.

Once I reached my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about what just happened. He is cute. But Pete, you like boobs. Yeah, but he, he is cute.

I fell back on my bed as I stared at the ceiling. I felt so confused at what happened in such little time. I felt tired and didn't want to fight myslef anymore, so I closed my eyes and wrapped myself in my comforter.

"You're gonna see him tomorrow." I whispered to myself as I smiled at the thought of his beautiful blueishgreen eyes staring back at me in the sunlight.

"Pete, you're so gay." I then said to myself before slowly drifting off to sleep in my warm bed.

(Hi little muffins!
Thank you all for reading!
I know that I said that I would update it yesterday, but me and my friend ended up hanging out unexpected since we realized it was fucking Friday the 13th.
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