Planet Love (1)
Title: Planet Love [1]
Author: makeapanicscene and yay_for_gays
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabe/?
POV: Switches
Summary: Two worlds mixed into one.. See for yourself =D
Disclaimer: We dont own anything, yo
Author Notes: This is our new inspiration. Hope you like!
Gabe’s POV:
Ring! Ring! Ring! There goes my cell phone, waking me up. I looked at the ID. One word-Ryland. It shouldn’t have mattered that he was calling me, even though I heard my ringtone constantly and the familiar voice going through my ear drum at least a million times. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my cell phone, flipping it up.
“Yo,” I said groggily.
“Hey, man, it’s 12:30. You should be up. It’s a nice Saturday and you shouldn’t be in bed right now. I’ll be there in ten.”
“I might be in the shower, but come in anyway. See you later.”
I hung up, placed the phone back, and got out of bed slowly. The walk to the bathroom made me shiver from losing the heat from my covers and I couldn’t wait to feel the heat on my back again. I took off my boxers and turned the water on, then stepped in. Applying my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, I was done in exactly ten minutes. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.
“Rylee?” I called.
“Gabie, I’m in the living room. Take your time,” Ryland replied, his voice blurred into the background of the voices of the tv.
“Thanks, buddy.” I walked to my room and got dressed. Shortly thereafter, I walked into the living room and saw the Simpsons playing. It really made me want a Butterfinger. I walked closer to Ryland and flicked his head with my finger.
“Ow, son!” Ryland yelled.
“Sorry. You always have a Butterfinger on you when you’re watching this shit. Do you have one on you?”
“I’m not on crack today so I don’t have the munchies, so that’s a no,” Ryland said to me sarcastically. That damn fucker.
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Gladly.”
My eyes widened up and I stood back. We were best friends since kindergarten and I never loved him in that way. I don’t think I ever will.
“Ha, I thought so," he said.
“I want a Butterfinger." Watching stupid Simpsons was really driving me up the wall.
“I told you. I. Don’t. Have. One.”
“Well, I ran out of those mini bars!”
“That’s not my problem!”
“Your parents are rich. Can’t they make you a pair of chocolate pants and stock me up whenever I want it?”
“I’m not fucking Willy Wonka.”
“It’s just a thought.”
“That sounds interesting, though. You know I’d be the hottest chocolate gangster crackhouse if I wore chocolate rapper pants.”
“Don’t tease me.” I knew he was teasing. It was so obvious. I thought I'd go mental if I didn't get a Simpsons-induced Butterfinger in my hand right now. “I know what we can do!”
“Okay, Gabe, we’re in the middle of the stupid desert. It takes us about an hour to get to a grocery store in this one-hundred degree heat.”
“Let’s go anyways!” I jumped up and down, scaring Ryland. It seemed like I scarred him for life with my hyper-ness.
“We’ll go if you never, ever, do that again.”
“Okay, deal,” I said quickly and ran out of the front door. Billions of degrees piled on me and I guess he was right. I was sweating already when he came out. I locked the door and walked to my car in the long driveway. I could't wait to blast the AC. Ryland got in the passenger’s seat and when I pulled out, I saw his car parked in front of my house.
“Don’t you fucking put a scratch on the fresh paint!”
“Rylee, I won’t. Don’t be so paranoid.” His arms folded on his chest and he looked out the window. I guess the heat was getting to him. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he said back with a sigh. Maybe driving together for an hour wasn't the best thing that we could do.
I took a few turns and soon enough we were on the dusty highway, only seeing a single car in front of us.
“You know driving in this heat is stupid? We could have been playing Water Tag and Splash the Duck by now.”
Ahh, Splash the Duck. Too bad he didn’t suggest that before we left the house. It was a game that Ryland and I made up and played constantly most of the summers growing up. We always had the best summers playing those two games. I remember being a real cowboy with my green water gun, and squirting Rylee, who constantly played the tiger at the time.
I saw the car in front of us take an exit and it was just me and Ryland. He turned the stereo on and rock music filled the speakers. Before long, we're both screaming out the chorus and laughing. We’re not doing what we normally do, but we surely can make the best of it. The song ends and we calm down. Still, there isn’t a car on the road and it does seem straighter than usual. I notice that there are a lot of cactuses as we drove further. I see Ryland looking out the window and I see something at the corner of my eye. I don’t look; I know that I need to keep my eyes on the road.
“Gabe! Someone is hunched over! Didn’t you see? He was hunched over near the cactus.”
Oh shit. So that’s what it was.
“Are you sure it was someone?” I asked.
“Yes, you lemon-head! Go back! Now!” I groan and drive on the other side of the highway. Ryland points to one cactus and I see someone hunched over. I pull over and turn the car off, getting even more sweaty than I was earlier. We both get out of the car and walk slowly to the person and after really observing, our faces scrunch up when we saw a cobra cut in half with blood all around it. Luckily, none of it was touching the guy but we were still staring. As I bent over, I see a knife in the man’s hand, shining in the sunlight. My eyes bug out, and try to put the whole story together but a million scenarios were piling into my brain. Great.
“Fuck……what do we do now?” I ask quietly.
“I don’t know, but I’m not laying a finger on that snake. Talk about dying on Survivor,” he said cringing and with a disgusted look on his face.
“Well, we can’t leave him in the heat. He’ll die.”
“He looks like he’s dead to me.”
“Ryland! We can’t heave him here! Would you want to be left alone rotting, waiting for bugs to eat you?”
“Okay, dude, you have a point. Just calm down.”
Sometimes he doesn’t think at all. I feel sorry for both of them. I try to wake up the guy that’s hunched over, but all he does is roll over. The blood that was surrounding snake soaked through the sand making it smell- ughh, so gross. Ryland looks like he's going to get sick and turns around. I try to pick him up by his arms, but I can't do it alone.
“Rylee, could you be a man and help me? He’s too heavy, and he’s not dead.”
Ryland sighed furiously but slowly we both pick him up. We walk him to the car and carefully place him in the back seat. Ryland and I get into the car and are quietly back on our way back to my house. I hope I really didn’t have a dead person in my car.
Pete's POV
Blinking awake, against the light, I wondered where the hell I was.
"Uhhg! What the fuck? Where the hell am I?" I wondered aloud.
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I had a really weird body. Like seriously, what the fuck were these things? Next thing I noticed was other things with the same weird body I had around me.
"Hey Gabe?" one of the things said. I seriously need to find out what these things are.
"Yea, Ry?" The other thing said.
"I think our little guy's awake," Thing One said looking at me, and it started to scare me.
"Thank god! I was getting worried" Thing Two replied, also looking at me. I’m even more nervous now. I realize that I can make this weird body move the way I want it to, so I sit up and look at the other things.
They started moving toward me, so I started hissing at them. Damn! Where the fuck is my totally awesome scaley, rubbery body that these things tend to scared of? They keep coming closer, and me? I don’t like it!
I start moving towards them, hissing and showing my I hope are still there fangs, and moving to bite the closest one. But suddenly, something stopped me. It was Thing One. How the hell did it do that? One minute it's in front of me, next it's behind me holding me! I start flailing and thrashing to get loose.
"Calm down, Calm down! We won't hurt you! We're good people. You can trust us." Thing Two, or these people in front of me said, raising their voices. I stopped moving and Thing One let me go. I sat back when the people moved away a bit.
"W...w...what am I doing here? Where am I? More importantly, what the hell am I? And who and what are you?" I asked these things.
"I'm Gabe, this is Ryland," said Thing Two, otherwise known as Gabe, pointing to himself then the other. "and you're at my house, on my bed."
I looked at Gabe blankly.
"And as for your, 'What the hell am I' question, the answer is you’re a human." Thing one, otherwise known as Ryland, said, as if i should have known that.
"Oh. Sooo... I'm here because?" I question both of them. I seriously can't remember a damn thing right now. I wanna go back home, but Master will not be pleased. I'm on a mission of some sort... but... what?
"That was kind of freaky." I focused on the humans again, hearing them talking. Ryland seems a little afraid of me.
"You think that was bad? He came at me to bite me!" Gabe exclaimed, looking panicked. I figured they were talking about me and I didn't want to listen to them, so I started to figure out my body I mysteriously got. Looking down I saw a snake, and I went to pet him, and I got a jolt up my body, like I was electrocuted. It felt kinda good.
"Umm, what is this?" I asked the two other humans. They looked at me funny. Like they couldn't believe I asked that.
"It's a penis," Ryland stated simply.
"Does it do anything? Does it slither?" Now I was curious about this.
They both exchanged a look, then Gabe turns to me and says, "Yeah, it can do things, and, no, it doesn't slither. How concussed are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Wait a sec... something's not right here. Ryland -- you don't suppose he came outta that snake that was split in half do you?"
Gabe’s POV:
Alright. Someone please kill me. We have this bizarre mental case in my house. I felt so terrified when the guy tried to attack me and Ryland. Someone that doesn’t know what a penis is must be from another planet. I’m thinking that either this guy is on drugs or spiked his head on that cactus. As I was waiting for Ryland’s response, I stared at the guy. I have to know his name. No one that I don’t know comes into my house.
“Um, what’s your name?” I asked. The man who stared back at me looked confused then had a comprehensive look on his face.
“Sexy,” he said back. What the hell? He’s got to be kidding me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Hi, I’m Sexy.” As I turned my head, I saw Ryland’s blue eyes staring at me in fear and I knew that he didn’t believe that “Sexy” was really his name. I groaned and sat down on my computer chair with my head in my hands. I didn’t know what to do or say about this. As I closed my eyes and I saw “Sexy’s” eyes glaring at me, freaking me out.
“Where are you from?” Ryland asked quietly, as I lifted my head up.
“I’m from Sunaru,” he replied back. Okay, all I want to know is, where in creation is Sunaru?
“Where’s that?” I pitched in. Everyone was quiet and thought of where it could be and I’ve been clueless from the beginning.
“Woah! Isn’t Sunaru spelt backwards from Uranus?” I heard from Ryland, who broke the silence. My eyes gazed back and forth and tried to spell it in my head. I always knew he was smart. But suddenly everything made sense, and Ryland was right as usual. I suddenly started to laugh hysterically from the joke and I saw Ryland smile softly.
“Your name is Sexy and you live in a backwards Uranus! That’s got to be the funniest shit I’ve ever heard!”
I looked over to Sexy and I noticed that his expression was evil and he looked like he was about to attack again. He stood and his eyes widened and I pushed him down. He pushed my hand off of his shoulder and he stood up faster and his face seems like he was going to attack my neck. I saw Ryland forcing him down and from that point on, he looked annoyed and I cocked my head to the side. "Sexy" as a name isn’t working for him.
“Sexy,” I said awkwardly.
“Yeah?”
“To be really honest, we don’t call people adjectives as names here.”
“Well, I live in Sunaru and that’s what we call each other there.”
“We live on planet Earth.”
“Oh! I’ve heard of that before! Half land, half ocean!”
"...I guess.”
“Sunaru is a very sunny, hot and dry, just the way I like it.”
“No wonder you survived in the Arizonian desert out there,” I suggested with a nod.
“I was sleeping very deeply.” Ugh! Why does he talk like a snake too? His lisp is so strong, it makes me want to kiss his lips.. Damn, did I just say that?
“Are you comfortable right now?”
“It makes me feel like I’m sitting on a very, very comfortable grassy area.” I saw him bouncing on my bed, in a rocking motion on his.. area. His eyes had a twinkle in them and I could tell that his lips formed a big smile, lighting his entire face. As I bit my lip, I turned my head to Ryland and he looked like he was on pause--an icicle frozen for a thousand of years.
“I can’t call you by ... your name,” Ryland said, looking at Sexy. “I think we should give you a name that suits you.”
“Like what?” I wondered. I saw him thinking again. He must have an Einstein in his head.
"How about we call you Pete for now on?” Ryland thought out loud with a tint of hope in his voice. I really hoped this would happen. As I looked at him now, Sexy really looked like a Pete. I smiled as I saw the mystical twinkle in Sexy’s eyes.
His dark orbs are going right through me. I think I feel naked and transparent…I can already feel myself shaking from looking at his muscles and my stomach was flip-flopping all over the place. Sometimes I want to attack Ryland with hugs for being so smart that he finally thought of a name for this person. Don’t get me wrong, maybe-to-be Pete is definitely sexy. The world is complete. Hallelujah.
Author: makeapanicscene and yay_for_gays
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabe/?
POV: Switches
Summary: Two worlds mixed into one.. See for yourself =D
Disclaimer: We dont own anything, yo
Author Notes: This is our new inspiration. Hope you like!
Gabe’s POV:
Ring! Ring! Ring! There goes my cell phone, waking me up. I looked at the ID. One word-Ryland. It shouldn’t have mattered that he was calling me, even though I heard my ringtone constantly and the familiar voice going through my ear drum at least a million times. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my cell phone, flipping it up.
“Yo,” I said groggily.
“Hey, man, it’s 12:30. You should be up. It’s a nice Saturday and you shouldn’t be in bed right now. I’ll be there in ten.”
“I might be in the shower, but come in anyway. See you later.”
I hung up, placed the phone back, and got out of bed slowly. The walk to the bathroom made me shiver from losing the heat from my covers and I couldn’t wait to feel the heat on my back again. I took off my boxers and turned the water on, then stepped in. Applying my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, I was done in exactly ten minutes. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.
“Rylee?” I called.
“Gabie, I’m in the living room. Take your time,” Ryland replied, his voice blurred into the background of the voices of the tv.
“Thanks, buddy.” I walked to my room and got dressed. Shortly thereafter, I walked into the living room and saw the Simpsons playing. It really made me want a Butterfinger. I walked closer to Ryland and flicked his head with my finger.
“Ow, son!” Ryland yelled.
“Sorry. You always have a Butterfinger on you when you’re watching this shit. Do you have one on you?”
“I’m not on crack today so I don’t have the munchies, so that’s a no,” Ryland said to me sarcastically. That damn fucker.
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Gladly.”
My eyes widened up and I stood back. We were best friends since kindergarten and I never loved him in that way. I don’t think I ever will.
“Ha, I thought so," he said.
“I want a Butterfinger." Watching stupid Simpsons was really driving me up the wall.
“I told you. I. Don’t. Have. One.”
“Well, I ran out of those mini bars!”
“That’s not my problem!”
“Your parents are rich. Can’t they make you a pair of chocolate pants and stock me up whenever I want it?”
“I’m not fucking Willy Wonka.”
“It’s just a thought.”
“That sounds interesting, though. You know I’d be the hottest chocolate gangster crackhouse if I wore chocolate rapper pants.”
“Don’t tease me.” I knew he was teasing. It was so obvious. I thought I'd go mental if I didn't get a Simpsons-induced Butterfinger in my hand right now. “I know what we can do!”
“Okay, Gabe, we’re in the middle of the stupid desert. It takes us about an hour to get to a grocery store in this one-hundred degree heat.”
“Let’s go anyways!” I jumped up and down, scaring Ryland. It seemed like I scarred him for life with my hyper-ness.
“We’ll go if you never, ever, do that again.”
“Okay, deal,” I said quickly and ran out of the front door. Billions of degrees piled on me and I guess he was right. I was sweating already when he came out. I locked the door and walked to my car in the long driveway. I could't wait to blast the AC. Ryland got in the passenger’s seat and when I pulled out, I saw his car parked in front of my house.
“Don’t you fucking put a scratch on the fresh paint!”
“Rylee, I won’t. Don’t be so paranoid.” His arms folded on his chest and he looked out the window. I guess the heat was getting to him. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he said back with a sigh. Maybe driving together for an hour wasn't the best thing that we could do.
I took a few turns and soon enough we were on the dusty highway, only seeing a single car in front of us.
“You know driving in this heat is stupid? We could have been playing Water Tag and Splash the Duck by now.”
Ahh, Splash the Duck. Too bad he didn’t suggest that before we left the house. It was a game that Ryland and I made up and played constantly most of the summers growing up. We always had the best summers playing those two games. I remember being a real cowboy with my green water gun, and squirting Rylee, who constantly played the tiger at the time.
I saw the car in front of us take an exit and it was just me and Ryland. He turned the stereo on and rock music filled the speakers. Before long, we're both screaming out the chorus and laughing. We’re not doing what we normally do, but we surely can make the best of it. The song ends and we calm down. Still, there isn’t a car on the road and it does seem straighter than usual. I notice that there are a lot of cactuses as we drove further. I see Ryland looking out the window and I see something at the corner of my eye. I don’t look; I know that I need to keep my eyes on the road.
“Gabe! Someone is hunched over! Didn’t you see? He was hunched over near the cactus.”
Oh shit. So that’s what it was.
“Are you sure it was someone?” I asked.
“Yes, you lemon-head! Go back! Now!” I groan and drive on the other side of the highway. Ryland points to one cactus and I see someone hunched over. I pull over and turn the car off, getting even more sweaty than I was earlier. We both get out of the car and walk slowly to the person and after really observing, our faces scrunch up when we saw a cobra cut in half with blood all around it. Luckily, none of it was touching the guy but we were still staring. As I bent over, I see a knife in the man’s hand, shining in the sunlight. My eyes bug out, and try to put the whole story together but a million scenarios were piling into my brain. Great.
“Fuck……what do we do now?” I ask quietly.
“I don’t know, but I’m not laying a finger on that snake. Talk about dying on Survivor,” he said cringing and with a disgusted look on his face.
“Well, we can’t leave him in the heat. He’ll die.”
“He looks like he’s dead to me.”
“Ryland! We can’t heave him here! Would you want to be left alone rotting, waiting for bugs to eat you?”
“Okay, dude, you have a point. Just calm down.”
Sometimes he doesn’t think at all. I feel sorry for both of them. I try to wake up the guy that’s hunched over, but all he does is roll over. The blood that was surrounding snake soaked through the sand making it smell- ughh, so gross. Ryland looks like he's going to get sick and turns around. I try to pick him up by his arms, but I can't do it alone.
“Rylee, could you be a man and help me? He’s too heavy, and he’s not dead.”
Ryland sighed furiously but slowly we both pick him up. We walk him to the car and carefully place him in the back seat. Ryland and I get into the car and are quietly back on our way back to my house. I hope I really didn’t have a dead person in my car.
Pete's POV
Blinking awake, against the light, I wondered where the hell I was.
"Uhhg! What the fuck? Where the hell am I?" I wondered aloud.
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I had a really weird body. Like seriously, what the fuck were these things? Next thing I noticed was other things with the same weird body I had around me.
"Hey Gabe?" one of the things said. I seriously need to find out what these things are.
"Yea, Ry?" The other thing said.
"I think our little guy's awake," Thing One said looking at me, and it started to scare me.
"Thank god! I was getting worried" Thing Two replied, also looking at me. I’m even more nervous now. I realize that I can make this weird body move the way I want it to, so I sit up and look at the other things.
They started moving toward me, so I started hissing at them. Damn! Where the fuck is my totally awesome scaley, rubbery body that these things tend to scared of? They keep coming closer, and me? I don’t like it!
I start moving towards them, hissing and showing my I hope are still there fangs, and moving to bite the closest one. But suddenly, something stopped me. It was Thing One. How the hell did it do that? One minute it's in front of me, next it's behind me holding me! I start flailing and thrashing to get loose.
"Calm down, Calm down! We won't hurt you! We're good people. You can trust us." Thing Two, or these people in front of me said, raising their voices. I stopped moving and Thing One let me go. I sat back when the people moved away a bit.
"W...w...what am I doing here? Where am I? More importantly, what the hell am I? And who and what are you?" I asked these things.
"I'm Gabe, this is Ryland," said Thing Two, otherwise known as Gabe, pointing to himself then the other. "and you're at my house, on my bed."
I looked at Gabe blankly.
"And as for your, 'What the hell am I' question, the answer is you’re a human." Thing one, otherwise known as Ryland, said, as if i should have known that.
"Oh. Sooo... I'm here because?" I question both of them. I seriously can't remember a damn thing right now. I wanna go back home, but Master will not be pleased. I'm on a mission of some sort... but... what?
"That was kind of freaky." I focused on the humans again, hearing them talking. Ryland seems a little afraid of me.
"You think that was bad? He came at me to bite me!" Gabe exclaimed, looking panicked. I figured they were talking about me and I didn't want to listen to them, so I started to figure out my body I mysteriously got. Looking down I saw a snake, and I went to pet him, and I got a jolt up my body, like I was electrocuted. It felt kinda good.
"Umm, what is this?" I asked the two other humans. They looked at me funny. Like they couldn't believe I asked that.
"It's a penis," Ryland stated simply.
"Does it do anything? Does it slither?" Now I was curious about this.
They both exchanged a look, then Gabe turns to me and says, "Yeah, it can do things, and, no, it doesn't slither. How concussed are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Wait a sec... something's not right here. Ryland -- you don't suppose he came outta that snake that was split in half do you?"
Gabe’s POV:
Alright. Someone please kill me. We have this bizarre mental case in my house. I felt so terrified when the guy tried to attack me and Ryland. Someone that doesn’t know what a penis is must be from another planet. I’m thinking that either this guy is on drugs or spiked his head on that cactus. As I was waiting for Ryland’s response, I stared at the guy. I have to know his name. No one that I don’t know comes into my house.
“Um, what’s your name?” I asked. The man who stared back at me looked confused then had a comprehensive look on his face.
“Sexy,” he said back. What the hell? He’s got to be kidding me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Hi, I’m Sexy.” As I turned my head, I saw Ryland’s blue eyes staring at me in fear and I knew that he didn’t believe that “Sexy” was really his name. I groaned and sat down on my computer chair with my head in my hands. I didn’t know what to do or say about this. As I closed my eyes and I saw “Sexy’s” eyes glaring at me, freaking me out.
“Where are you from?” Ryland asked quietly, as I lifted my head up.
“I’m from Sunaru,” he replied back. Okay, all I want to know is, where in creation is Sunaru?
“Where’s that?” I pitched in. Everyone was quiet and thought of where it could be and I’ve been clueless from the beginning.
“Woah! Isn’t Sunaru spelt backwards from Uranus?” I heard from Ryland, who broke the silence. My eyes gazed back and forth and tried to spell it in my head. I always knew he was smart. But suddenly everything made sense, and Ryland was right as usual. I suddenly started to laugh hysterically from the joke and I saw Ryland smile softly.
“Your name is Sexy and you live in a backwards Uranus! That’s got to be the funniest shit I’ve ever heard!”
I looked over to Sexy and I noticed that his expression was evil and he looked like he was about to attack again. He stood and his eyes widened and I pushed him down. He pushed my hand off of his shoulder and he stood up faster and his face seems like he was going to attack my neck. I saw Ryland forcing him down and from that point on, he looked annoyed and I cocked my head to the side. "Sexy" as a name isn’t working for him.
“Sexy,” I said awkwardly.
“Yeah?”
“To be really honest, we don’t call people adjectives as names here.”
“Well, I live in Sunaru and that’s what we call each other there.”
“We live on planet Earth.”
“Oh! I’ve heard of that before! Half land, half ocean!”
"...I guess.”
“Sunaru is a very sunny, hot and dry, just the way I like it.”
“No wonder you survived in the Arizonian desert out there,” I suggested with a nod.
“I was sleeping very deeply.” Ugh! Why does he talk like a snake too? His lisp is so strong, it makes me want to kiss his lips.. Damn, did I just say that?
“Are you comfortable right now?”
“It makes me feel like I’m sitting on a very, very comfortable grassy area.” I saw him bouncing on my bed, in a rocking motion on his.. area. His eyes had a twinkle in them and I could tell that his lips formed a big smile, lighting his entire face. As I bit my lip, I turned my head to Ryland and he looked like he was on pause--an icicle frozen for a thousand of years.
“I can’t call you by ... your name,” Ryland said, looking at Sexy. “I think we should give you a name that suits you.”
“Like what?” I wondered. I saw him thinking again. He must have an Einstein in his head.
"How about we call you Pete for now on?” Ryland thought out loud with a tint of hope in his voice. I really hoped this would happen. As I looked at him now, Sexy really looked like a Pete. I smiled as I saw the mystical twinkle in Sexy’s eyes.
His dark orbs are going right through me. I think I feel naked and transparent…I can already feel myself shaking from looking at his muscles and my stomach was flip-flopping all over the place. Sometimes I want to attack Ryland with hugs for being so smart that he finally thought of a name for this person. Don’t get me wrong, maybe-to-be Pete is definitely sexy. The world is complete. Hallelujah.