Ship: Pete/Andy
Words: 174

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is Pete isn't next to me. The bed is cold where he'd usually be and I feel a little lonely but don't question it. He's probably making breakfast or something.

I groan and sit up, yawning soon after as I roll out of bed and open the window, knowing how warm the room gets during the day.

And as I look out, I hear a soft, "Andy!" Coming from my left.

I furrow my eyebrows and look, met with the sight of Pete. Fully dressed, laying on his side on the roof with a stupid grin across his face.

"Hi, Pete." I call back, "What happened?"

He points to the ground where there's a ladder laying in the grass and I feel myself begin to laugh at him.

"I was trying to fix the roof, can you help me?" He asks, almost begging.

"Uh... yeah." I shake my head, "Sure, I'll be out in a minute."

"Thanks, Babe!"

"Uh-huh."