I'm so so SO sorry guys. My lack of update has been horrible, and I'm sorry for that. My laptop (Which is where I have this fic writen on) was down for a while and I just got it fixed like a week or two ago, and I haven't had the time to update. I'm truely sorry to all of you. :( Hopefully ya'll will forgive me. :) Anyway, this chapter is the first part of most likely 4. I haven't finished the rest of the parts, but plan to soon. I also plan on updating within the next few days. Remember guys reviews are love and make me write faster. :) So keep that in mind, and maybe I'll finish the new chapters quicker. :D By the way, if ya'll haven't, you NEED to check out Fall Out Boy's cover of Michael Jackson's hit "Beat It." Its really amazing. I mean, of course it has NOTHING on MJ's version, but its still amazing. :) I think I'll let ya'll get to the chapter now. Try N' have a great day and remember ya'll are amazing. :)

- Brittany Wentz ... One day that is.

Part one ...

Ah how the months go by. Its already almost Halloween. We've been invited to several parties. But turned them all down. Pete and I were going to throw our own party. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But that was before we realized we invited to many people to all be in our house so we had to rent a place at last minute. Then there was the catering, cause god knows I cant cook. And of course the decorations and all that stuff. It actually went from 'cool fun sounding idea' to 'stressful never doing this again idea.' Anyways Halloween was in 2 days and I still had to get a costume. Pete had this stupid idea that we'd surprise each other with what we were going to wear. I wanted to do a cheesy couple thing. Like wearing matching costumes. Pete said that was too cheesy though. Thank god Brooke was here to go shopping with me. I'd be lost with out her here that's for sure.

"P. Sawyer! Come here. I found the perfect costume." Brooke hollered to me for the other end of the store.

I put back the mask I was looking at then went to find Brooke. When I did find her she was looking at a very sluty, very little fabric costume.

"What is that a napkin?" I joked.

She scuffed. "No. It's the perfect costume." She said taking it off the rack.

I looked the costume up and down then shook my head. "There is no way I'm going to wear that."

"Who said anything about you?" Brooke asked.

"Well you did say it was the 'perfect costume.'" I stated.

She chuckled. "Yeah I said perfect. But what makes you so sure I was saying it was perfect for you? This is going to be my costume." She told me.

I let out a sigh. "Thank god. I thought you were going to make me try it on." I smiled a relieved smile.
"Nope this is all mine." Brooke said walking over to the dressing room. She hung the costume in there, then came back out. "Now you try on this on." She said handing the costume she had picked out for me.

I took it and looked it over. I nodded. "This is pretty good." I told her before I walked into my own dressing room.

The nurse costume was totally not me. But I looked totally hot in it. So naturally I bought it. I mean who doesn't want to look hot on Halloween? Brooke bought her almost non existent costume too. I have no idea what its suppose to be. Maybe a hooker? But I really don't know. All I did know is this party needed to hurry up and get over with. I put so much time into getting everything together that I needed it to just come and go. Luckily it was tomorrow.

"Hey you. It feels like I haven't seen you all week." I said to Pete. He was taking his sweat shirt off. And struggling at that task. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

He stopped trying to get the hoodie over his head. He sat down on the chair that was next to him. "No. Just been a stressful week."

I got out of our bed and made my way over to him. I sat behind him in the chair and began to rub his shoulders.

"Whats been so stressful?"

He eased back into me and signed. "Its my mom. She keeps calling me and -" He stopped.

"And?" I questioned.

He sat up and turned to look at me.

"And she wants to meet you." He sighed.

I began to laugh. "That is stressful how?"

"Peyton, you haven't met my mom."

"Yes me and her both know that one." I chuckled more.

"Your funny." He began to chuckle himself. "She always judges everyone harshly and has drove my ex girlfriends away."

"She couldn't be that bad." I stated. "I mean no worse than my dad."

Pete shuddered. "Your dad is creppy."

I slapped his shoulder. "He's not creppy! He just wants the best for his little girl." I told him. "Which she has." I wrapped my arms around his chest.

"I'm going to go to bed." I stood up and walked over to our bed.

Pete looked around. "What? That's it? You rub my shoulders, wrap your arms around me, get me all hot and just walk away? Your mean." He shook his head in disappointment. Then laughed a little.

I fluffed my pillow. "Yeah I know." I patted the other spot on the bed. "But you know, there is room for you over here…"

Pete stood up and this time had no problem with removing not only his sweat shirt but the rest of his clothes. "Don't have to tell me twice." He said jumping into bed with me. Kissing up and down my neck.

I moaned at the feel of his lips. "You didn't let me finish." I pushed him away from my neck. "There is room over here for you to Sleep, and I really do mean SLEEP with me."

"I swear your just the meanest person ever." He pouted.

"Your not going to be saying that tomorrow after you see me in my costume." I rolled over to my side that wasn't facing Pete. But I knew he was smiling. "Whip that smile off your face and go to sleep."

"How'd you know I was smiling?" He asked.

"For one you just told me. Two I just knew. Goodnight."

TBC ...