The next day after a long night's rest (where Pete and I spent most of it driving Patrick and Gerard away until they realized that it was all fake), we head to the Ferris wheel. I have that song that Mama used to sing to me stuck in my head, the one that Pete stares singing to me.
"A drink for the horror that I'm inFor the good guys and the bad guysFor the monsters that I've been..."

Pete kisses me head as I lean into his side, shutting my eyes. We spend most of today sleeping and talking and we went out to the dock and down to Pike Place Market but it was all kind of disappointing. The ferris wheel won't be. We both know that. All of us do.

"Four adults for the Ferris wheel," Gerard says at the front booth. Pete's eyes are gazing down at where our hands are intertwined, his black hair prickly on his head and I smile a little when he looks up at me.

"You're really beautiful," I whisper, my eyes flickering over his Green Day tee and the jeans on his legs then back up to his muscled frame. I notice how much tanner he is compared to me and how lanky I am compared to him but how cute he is despite that. I'm not cute or beautiful or anything. I'm a lanky, awkward fuck.

"You're beautiful," Pete replies, pulling up his camera and taking a picture, watching me blush and quickly cover my face, "And I like to take pictures of things that are beautiful."

"Jesus Christ Wentz, if you were any more cheesy, I'm afraid you'd be Pizza Hut."

Pete chuckles, following Patrick and Gerard up to the line for the Ferris wheel in the darkness, lit by lampposts and Christmas lights despite the fact it's July 2nd.

The boy takes my hand and we run ahead, cutting through the empty line to the wheel where it's actually fairly empty. Then again it's a Sunday night and most people are probably getting ready for work tomorrow.

I let Pete lead me into the cabin, followed not long after by Gerard and Patrick. Once the guy gives us safety instructions that nobody listens to, the door shuts and we lift into the air slowly. Pete holds my hand as we turn to see the Space Needle in the distance, shining bright with purple lighting around the rim along with a few other buildings decorating the area. Pete smiles brightly at the sight but I can tell he isn't looking at the Space Needle.

I turn my head the slightest to see him glancing at me with a look of joy and amusement.

"Guys, c'mon, let's get a picture," Pete says, pulling off the Polaroid camera and holding it out far enough to get Gerard, Patrick, him, and I all in one. We all smile for the picture besides Patrick who has his lips on Gerard's cheek. I internally cringe but let it pass, instead just kissing Pete on the lips and feeling him kiss back after a long moment.
God, I'm so happy.