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"You sleep over a lot you know that right?" I asked as we climbed tiredly up the stairs or at least I did, his insomnia was working at the moment.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He asked looking at me, I shook my head no. I wouldn't ever want to get rid of him, I love the boy.
"I wanted to be captain obvious." I said as I pushed my door open and walked over to my dresser opening a door to find pajamas but just ended up staring in the drawer. He came up next to me and stared into my drawer too. "Hey Petey boy."
"Yeah Binx?" He asked as we continued to stare at my clothes like we were expecting them to do a trick or something, they didn't.
"Who's the girl?" I asked him as a small smile played across my face; he probably thought I forgot about that but nope. I remembered.
"The girl?" He asked confused I stayed silent for a moment and so did he. "Oh, the girl. It's not important right now, plus you're too tired to remember who it is in the morning." He said almost hitting the nail fully on the head; he hit it halfway so the nail went in crooked. Ha, I'm talking about metaphorical construction.
I decided to take the advice the inner me was giving me. I half heartedly closed my dresser door and sluggishly walked over to the end of my bed before I crawled to the top and slipped under the covers. I took off my shorts under the blankets and let them drop next to my bed and cuddled up to my scary teddy. Petey joined me under the covers in nothing but his boxers and I cuddled up to him too, he's very comfy. If you haven't used Peter Wentz as a human pillow yet you should.

Sometimes I expect people to care more then they do. I can't understand people, like Natalie. She had what she wanted; it was reachable then threw it away. Lust is easy, love is hard. Pete wore my pants, twice. It was weird. I love the rain and you're all the words I'll never write. Cause what you say doesn't mat
"Lust is easy, love is hard." I heard his voice reading what I had written; I pulled the cover over the page and looked at him. He smiled at me, his hair was a mess and he probably didn't get a lot of sleep but he still managed to not look like the living dead. "Why'd you stop writing?" He asked me curiously.
"You started reading." I told him quietly not being mean about it; I just didn't like people reading what I wrote when it wasn't meant for the world. This was meant for me.
"You write as randomly as you talk, it's interesting." He told me as he rested his chin on my shoulder, my notebook still in his eyesight. I wish I could write in a different language then no one would be able to read it! Well except for the people who know the language but they don't count because I don't know them. "So what doesn't 'mat'?"
"Matter, it's supposed to be matter." I told him as I opened my notebook slightly so I could look down at what I was writing. There were random doodles all over the page, things I just decided to draw cause it was on my mind. "You're going to keep reading aren't you?' I asked Petey as my unfinished sentence started to leave my mind, I really hope it didn't. Sometimes the things I wrote down in my notebook made no sense but meant so much. He shook his head and I sighed as I opened my notebook once again exposing my thoughts. matter anymore, its all about what you do.
"I'm weird?" He asked looking at me again and I smiled at him as I closed my notebook and threw it across my room along with my pen. I moved a little so I was facing him and he took his head from my shoulder.
"You wear my pants." I said with a half smile on my face before putting my arms around his neck and giving him a good morning hug.
"You wear ninja turtle underwear." He told me as he hugged me back, I could hear the smile in his voice which made my smile grow bigger.
"Yeah but at least I can make them look sexy, it just looks like you're wearing my pants." I told him and just rested my shoulder; he is the ultimate human pillow.
"Miss Sexy Pants." I started laughing a little when Pete said this. Heck yes! Miss Sexy Pants at your service. Oh wow, that sounds all kinds of kinky.
"Is it just me or did that sound a little kinky?" I asked out loud that's when it occurred to me that I said the service line in my head. I'm a little bit of a slow Binxie this morning. "Never mind." I mumbled before I let go of Pete and went over and turned on my stereo real loud.
I love Dougie from Mcfly
I think he's fucking fit
All my friends think Danny's the one
But they're just full of shit

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