Lokitty: Eeeee, chapter two! This chapter actually went up quicker than I expected, I had some free time recently but don't get used to it! Chances are next chapter won't be up as quickly. Special thanks to Slothinator and the two guest for their kind words that helped me write this next chapter!

Deadpool: Hurray! More ME!

Lokitty: Yes, because this story is all about you. Normal POV again, that's probably how the majority of this story will be typed, except for maybe a couple of scenes.

Deadpool: You should let me narrate.

Lokitty: No.

Deadpool: Why not?

Lokitty: Because all you would talk about is Spidey's ass and skip all the important stuff.

Deadpool: You don't know that!

Lokitty: Yes I do. Enjoy the chapter!

Peter woke up to the smell of, pancakes…? Oh no…he grabbed a bat and quietly walked towards the kitchen, forgetting that he was only in his underwear. He glanced around the corner and found Wade making a huge stack of pancakes while dancing to his own tune. The merc was in jeans and a hoodie, no mask or anything. Peter sighed and came in.

"How do you know where I live?" Wade spun around and smiled.

"I followed you home a while ago so I would know in case of emergency," his eyes wandered down Pete's body who just realized he wasn't dressed. Blushing, he backed out of the room and bolted to his bedroom to get dressed. Wade laughed and finished the last pancake, adding it to the stack and tossing the pan into the sink. Peter returned a few minutes later, but he still had the bat, "Are you going to beat me with that? I made you pancakes!" setting down the bat, Pete walked over to the merc and crossed his arms.

"You broke into my house,"

"Yes, to make you food," Wade quickly grabbed a plate and put some pancakes on it, then held it out to Peter. "See? Food!" Pete took it and sat at the table.

"You still broke into my house," Wade served himself and sat across from him.

"You're moody in the morning." Pete smirked and ate. They ate in silence, well to Pete it was silent, Wade's head was filled with chatter. (Ask him if he's straight!) [Don't ask him that right now, he's already irritated with us for showing up like this.] To make him food! That justifies that fact that I broke into his house! [No, it really does not.] (Yes is so totally does. Look he's eating it! That means he likes it!) [Or he's just being nice.] I'll ask him when he's done eating. Wade was unaware of the fact that he was making faces during this internal discussion, and Pete was watching him strangely.

"Are you alright…?" now Wade was confused.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you were making odd faces." [Good job, now he thinks we're crazy.] (We are crazy!) Wade hit his forehead for two reasons: one, for making odd faces and two, to shut up the voices in his head. "Wade really, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Peter didn't actually know about the voices, and Wade didn't want to tell him and scare him off. The fact that he didn't mind all his scars was still hard to believe.

"Well, if you say so. Thanks for breakfast, even though you broke into my home…" Wade laughed. Not wanting to be rude, he stood up and went over to the sink to wash all the dishes he had used. "Oh you don't have to, I can handle those later," Pete went over to help but was pushed away.

"Nope, my mess. I'll clean it up, though if it was my place I wouldn't care…"

"Speaking of that, you seriously need to clean up at least a little. That place is a mess!" Wade laughed.

"Tell you what Spidey, if you come over and help me clean then I will, but if not then it stays how it is," Pete thought about this for a moment. On one hand he'd get to spend probably all day with the merc, but on the other he'd have to clean up the horrid mess of an apartment. Wade finished with the dishes while he wanted for an answer.

"Deal, but we're cleaning it from top to bottom, no exceptions," Wade nodded, "Next Saturday I'll be over at 8:00am, I have class again tomorrow and I have some things I need to do here today,"

"Hurray! It's a date then!" Pete blushed and scratched the back of his head.

"Ya, a date…" Wade clapped his hands together smiling. (Ask him now! Look he's already blushing! He must like us!) [Or you just managed to find a way and embarrass him.] He's so cute, I'll ask him on Saturday though. If I ask and scare him off then our home will never get clean! [That's not self-centered at all.] (Yay! Free cleaning job!) Again, Wade was unaware that he was making faces, but at this point Pete figured it must be a normal thing he does.

"Well I'll see you Saturday Spidey! I have things to do this week too! We're busy people!"

"Apparently, see you then," Wade waved and left. Peter leaned against the counter and sighed, cleaning Wade's nasty apartment was definitely NOT a date, only because cleaning was in no way classified as a date. Not in Peter's mind anyway.

Peter didn't see the merc at all for the next five days, and he was starting to miss him. Nothing eventful happened so he was just left to his thoughts, Wade was probably not in the city. Peter was practically restless Friday night, he couldn't wait to see the merc again. He didn't fall asleep until one and woke up at six, slightly worried that Wade wouldn't be back yet. At 7:30 he left to Wade's place, which was about a 20 minute walk. He arrived a few minutes before eight but knocked anyway. That was sound clattering from inside before the door swung open.

"Petey!" Wade was in regular clothes again but had his mask on.

"Hey Wade, what was the noise?" Wade moved to let him in.

"I dropped some stuff in the kitchen. Come in! Don't be shy!" nodding, Peter went in and tried not to be appalled by the place. "So where do we begin?"

"The kitchen, definitely the kitchen," Wade followed him to the kitchen and the great cleaning job began. The kitchen alone took two hours, then three hours for the living room, and two more for his bedroom. Peter wasn't even going to clean the bathroom himself, he made Wade do it. "Make sure you scrub thoroughly!"

"This isn't fair! I have done nothing to deserve this!" Pete laughed.

"I think an argument could be made there." Wade laughed and cleaned the bathroom thoroughly. After an hour he walked out triumphantly.

"There! Spotless!" Pete was laying on the bed.

"Let's hope it stays that way. I'm starving, do you want to join me for some pizza?" Wade plopped down next to him.

"But I'm so tiredddd, what if we have I delivered?" Pete nodded and sat up, pulling out his phone. "Meat lover's pizza!"

"Ok, but do not make a mess," he dialed the pizza place. (Why haven't you asked him yet?) [I was wondering the same thing, you should ask him now.] He's on the phone! (When he gets off the phone then!) Wade nodded and waited for Pete to hang up. "It should be here in fifteen minutes, if not we get it free,"

"Hurray! Free pizza!" Peter laughed.

"Hey, why are you wearing your mask today?" Wade shrugged. (Ask! Do it now! It's the perfect opportunity!) [There's still a chance we'll scare him off.] (You don't know that.) He has a point…maybe we shouldn't ask him, I mean he'd tell us if he wasn't. We're best friends! (But we need to know for sure!) [And risk scaring him off? He tolerates us, let's not ruin it.] He's right. (Fine. Party poopers.) Pete had been staring at Wade for a few minutes now, "What do you do when your just sitting there making faces? I could see them through your mask," Wade laughed nervously.

"Just thinking about things. Like how we should cause the pizza guy to be late so it'll be free!" Pete crossed his arms.

"Oh no, you are not doing anything to him," Wade crossed his arms too.

"You never let me have any fun!" Pete laughed a little and rolled his eyes. He would never understand why the merc actually listened to him, but he enjoyed it. The doorbell rang a few minutes later and Wade whined, "It's costing you money because you wouldn't let me stop him!"

"Actually, it's costing you money. I'm paying for it with money I found while we were cleaning," he went to pay for the pizza and Wade smirked to himself. Clever boy. [You really don't give him enough credit.]

"Oh would you two shut up already?" Pete came in holding the pizza looking slightly confused.

"Who are you talking to?" Wade hit his forehead.

"Myself," that wasn't exactly a lie. Peter just nodded and handed him the box. (Awww, you're not going to tell him about us?) Wade groaned and Pete was seriously concerned now. "Ok fine, I have voices in my head and we talk a lot, that's why I make those faces,"

"Oh, alright," he opened the box and grabbed a slice.

"Why aren't you bothered by this?" Pete shrugged.

"Because you're different, so you having voices in your head isn't super shocking, no offense," Wade actually smiled.

"None taken," he grabbed himself a slice and tried his best not to make a mess. Tossing his mask aside, he ate five pieces. Pete only ate two. "No wonder you're so skinny! You hardly eat anything!"

"I eat plenty," Wade crossed his arms and mimicked Pete's face when he's being bossy.

"You need to eat more," Peter kinda laughed.

"You can't make me," he shouldn't have said that. Deadpool grabbed another slice and tried to make him eat it, eventually leading to the pizza box falling off the bed and onto the clean floor. Pete smacked the slice of pizza out of Wade's hand and it flew right onto the pillow. "That was all your fault, and I am not cleaning it up," Wade picked up the slice of pizza from the pillow and ate it.

"There, I cleaned it," Pete face-palmed.

"Not what I meant by clean but whatever works for you. I have to get going, need to start patrol soon," Wade had started to eat the pizza off the floor.

"Awww, do you have to?" Peter nodded and got off the bed, "Alright, I'll see you later!"

"Bye Deadpool," he left and Wade stared at the box on the floor. Surely staring at it would make it clean itself up.

After patrol Peter decided he might as well work on some of his assignments. His English teacher was making them write a ten page romance story because, as she put it, wanted to know if we knew anything about love or not. In other words, she was a hopeless romantic who was using her position as an English teacher to her advantage. Pete sat on his bed staring at the open Word document on his computer for half an hour. So far he had typed his name and the date; that was it. Groaning, he decided to take a shower, hoping to get some sort of inspiration.

The water felt good running down his body, but he was still having major writers block. The only ideas he came up with were too generic; she loves him but he loves somebody else and there's all this drama. Or she's dying and he tells her he loves her. Or runaway lovers, so original. Sighing, he leaned against the shower wall. There had to be something he could write about! Maybe somebody could fall in love with someone who thought they'd always be alone and couldn't believe it…? Somebody like a super hero…falling in love with somebody he was friends with…somebody who everybody else either feared or hated…like a mercenary. Pete smirked at that idea, it honestly wasn't a bad idea, and it's not like his teacher would know it was really about him and Wade. Finally getting past his writers block, he finished showering quickly and began typing the story. He made it about half way through when he got stuck again. Him and Wade weren't actually together, so what was he supposed to write now? What he wanted happen? But what did he want to happen? Grabbing a notebook, he jotted down some rough ideas of what he wanted to happen.

-Deadpool to actually like him back

-Them to go on some sappy but romantic date

-Sex…

Ok maybe he couldn't turn in porn, but the other two were doable. He stayed up all night writing his ten page story, which was basically his own fantasy. Wade was a girl in it though, not knowing what his teacher would think if he wrote about two gay guys. Not that he was gay, but again, his teacher didn't know this story was about him. Saving the story, he glanced at the time.

"Damn, its late…" it was already 3:00am. He shut down his computer and set it on the desk, the saw the open notebook on his bed. He didn't think Wade would go through his stuff, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. He tore out the page with the notes on it, ripped it up, then threw some of the pieces in his bedroom trash, and the rest in his kitchen trash. Slightly overkill but at least he knew it was gone. His computer was password protected so Wade couldn't read the story there either. Maybe he wouldn't figure out it was really about him, but if those voices in his head are smart enough they might. Wait, weren't they the same person? Pete shook his head and curled up in bed, he really needed some rest.

The next morning his house was empty, not that he expected Wade to show up, but he was slightly hoping he would. He trudged into the kitchen, it was too early to be up. At least he didn't have anywhere to be today. Thunder stuck outside and he looked out a window.

"Man, it's pouring out there," he opened the fridge only to find it empty. Looks like he did need to go out today.

Wade was sitting on the roof of his apartment building in his suit, but he wasn't bathing. He couldn't help but wonder if Peter liked the rain as much as he did. He actually couldn't get the hero off his mind, and had stayed up all night arguing with the voices about asking him if he was straight. It's not that Wade was gay or anything, he loved fucking women, but Peter was just so cute and he actually wasn't afraid of him, or bothered by all his scars. [Have you ever considered you may have real feelings for him?] Real feelings? Like, love? (I love love!) [Yes, love.] Wade scoffed at this; he didn't love, did he? (There's only one way to find out! To Peter's house!)

"To do what? Ask him if we love him or not?" [No stupid, ask him if he likes us.] (What if he says no?) [Then we say we were just curious and go back to being friends.] (I don't think that's how it works.) [And how would you know? You've never been in love.] (You don't know that!) "Yes he does! Now shut the fuck up!" his head was silent.

Peter's TV had no signal and his internet was down, so he had to find ways to entertain himself, which led to a tower of cards in the middle of the living room. About to put another one on, he was startled by a knocking at his door. Chances were it was Deadpool, he hoped it was him. He was bored out of his mind and had been debating going out in the rain, again. He opened the door and smiled when he was Wade.

"Hey, you're soaking wet. Did you bathe in the rain?" Wade laughed and came in, but didn't go any further that the entrance because he was dripping wet.

"No, I was actually sitting in it for a while then decided to drop by. Is that a tower of cards?" Pete closed the door and blushed faintly.

"The TV signal went out, and my internet is down, so as a result I made a tower of cards. I'm going to get you a towel," he left for a moment then returned with a large blue towel.

"Thanks," Wade took it and dried off his suit best he could. "So I wanted to ask you something." Peter sat on the couch. Wade put the towel on the spot where he was going to sit so he wouldn't dampen the couch.

"What is it?" Wade was actually nervous, this situation was very new to him.

"Do you like me?" Pete looked a little confused.

"Well of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't let you hang around me. You're a good friend," Wade sighed.

"Not like me, like like me," [Just be direct about it and ask him if he's in love with you.] (Ya! The worst he could say is no!) That's not helping. "Are you in love with me?"

Lokitty: Ehehehe, cliff hanger!

Deadpool: Noooo, you can't leave me hanging!

Lokitty: You know what happens though…

Deadpool: But still!

Lokitty: Oh shush. To the lovely people reading this, don't think it's going to be over so quickly or anything! You never know what could happen in the next chapter…(Also I tried to edit it a bit so it could be easier to follow along, but I have always written this way so please be patient with me!)

Spidey: Now you're just being cruel.

Lokitty: You're too damn nice, I am simply saying the next chapter is not the last. There are plenty more chapters to come.

Deadpool: Hurray!