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Title: Roommates Chapter: 5/? Rating: T Pairing: Gary/Pete Summary: They're both hungover, eating leftover Chinese food, when the infamous 'what are we?' pops up. Author's Notes: i've been depressed as shit lately but i've been on a writing kick for the last few days so hopefully i can continue pumping out chapters for this;; sorry for such a hectic update schedule, and thank you for continuing to read this fic!

The first thing Pete noticed when he woke up was the constant pounding in his head before he opened his eyes. The second was just how bright the sun was, shining through their broken blinds. The third thing probably should have been the first, but he was on top of his roommate.

No, really. He was laying on top of Gary. On their couch. Hungover.

Pete didn't even try to move; he knew any minute movement would cause Gary to wake up. He opted on closing his eyes to shield them from the overbearing brightness, attempting to recall the events of last night. It was mostly a blur, but he definitely couldn't forget what happened. How could he? He'd only been hoping for a sequel to their steamy makeout session at Duncan's graduation party since it happened.

That makes it sound too cool, he thought to himself. In reality, Pete had gotten a little too drunk and stowed himself away in a closet to sober up a little. Naturally, Gary had found him and brought a full bottle of cheap bottom-shelf liquor and his pack of menthol cigarettes, and proceeded to get Pete even more shitfaced than he already was and hotbox the closet. They got a little too close to one another, and the mix of alcohol and teenage hormones was too much for either of them to handle, and the rest is history.

A sudden surge of pain jolted through his body, causing him to shift. He tried to correct his mistake, to no avail. Gary slowly opened his eyes before screwing them back shut. He let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. He swiped them downwards, opening his eyes and squinting up at Pete. Pete didn't know if he should move off of him or not yet, so he waited, gauging his reaction.

"Comfy, princess?"

Of course Gary was taking the teasing route. Instead of getting defensive, Pete tried to roll with it. "Absolutely. You make a surprisingly comfortable pillow."

Gary quirked an eyebrow, unable to hide his smirk. "Yeah, well, you practically generate heat, so I'm not complaining."

A comfortable silence settled between them as they stared at each other. Pete was the one to close the gap between their lips, running his hands up the back of Gary's neck and tangling them in the long tendrils of hair. Instantly, their lips began moving in sync, a slip of tongue here or there. Pete pulled back, nestling himself in the nape of Gary's neck. He tried to steady his breathing and cool his clearly reddened face, inhaling the scent of menthol cigarettes, vodka, and aftershave.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungover as shit," Gary commented, breaking the silence.

Pete pulled back, laughing in response. "Yeah, me too, I feel terrible. I'm never drinking again."

"That's what you said last time," Gary was all-too-happy to remind him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Whatever," Pete gave up, rolling off of his boyfri- friend, roommate, whatever-they-were. He cradled his head in his hands, running his fingers through his short curly locks. He needed water, they both did. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, retrieving two clean glasses from the cabinet and filling them with ice cold water from the faucet. He carried them back to the living room, where Gary had sat up on the couch and was flipping through the different programs. He settled on Iron Chef: America, making Pete realize how hungry he was.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Pete asked, placing the water glasses on the table.

"All of the leftovers," Gary replied, eyes glued to the screen. Pete scurried back to the kitchen, reaching into the fridge for their leftovers. He popped the crunchy noodles and the eggrolls into the microwave, leaving the sushi on the counter. He grabbed two forks and waited until the food was hot, then carefully balanced the food in his arms and carried it into the living room. He gently placed everything on the table, proceeding to throw a fork at his roommate.

"Oh, so you're gentle with the food, but you chuck a fork at me? Real sweet," Gary gave him the bird, popping the lid off the spicy shrimp rolls and stabbing two before bringing the fork to his mouth. Pete rolled his eyes, plopping back onto the sofa and reaching for the crunchy noodles. He took the lid off and twirled the noodles around his fork, slurping them into his mouth.

It was quiet for a while, save for the sound of them eating and Alton Brown talking excitedly on the television screen. Pete didn't want to bring it up, but they'd already kissed today, and it was inevitable, so he might as well-

"What are we?" Gary beat him to the punch. Pete let out a soft laugh, turning to look at his roommate, who'd stopped eating and had focused his attention on him.

"I was just about to ask you that," Pete offered lamely. "Um, what do you want to be?"

"I dunno."

"Well, uh...Do you like me?"

Gary nodded.

"Really?"

He nodded again.

"Since when?"

"I...dunno. Not a cop out, I really don't know. I just kinda figured it out and didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything. I waited for you to make the first move. Took you long enough, by the way." Gary paused for a moment. "Do you like me?"

"Duh."

"Since when?"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Absolutely. Answer the question."

"Uh, kind of a while..."

"Define a while."

"Sincefreshmanyear?" Pete's words came out rushed and as a question, his face flushing.

Gary blinked at him slowly. "Seriously? You've been suffering this whole time?"

"I wouldn't say suffering, but yeah, pretty much."

"Wow. You're in pret-ty fuckin' deep, Femme-Boy. What was it, my irresistible charm?" He wiggled his eyebrows at that. "Or my perfect physique?"

Pete scoffed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, you're not all that and a bag of chips."

Gary mocked being offended. "Wow, you cut so deep. You're a real asshole, you know that?"

"Just for you, Gare-bear," He blew at kiss at him, receiving a slight shove on the shoulder.

"So...back to the original question. What are we?"

"Well. We both like each other, and we already live together, so that's cool...I guess we could, uh, I don't know...maybe be boyfriends?" Pete studied his roommate's face for a reaction.

"That...makes enough sense," Gary nodded, a grin spread across his face. "Cool, cool."

"Super cool." Pete scooted closer.

"Not as cool as me, though."Gary wrapped his arm around Pete's shoulders.

"Whatever you say."

#i FINALLY got around to writing this chapter thank fuckin god #the next chapter's probably gonna be focused more on pete and his work!! who knows #bully scholarship edition #gary smith #pete kowalski #canis canem edit #cce #bully #my writing

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