Pete Davidson Blonde Novels & Stories

They clapped him on his back, smiles all wide. “Addison, this is Pete,” he pointed to the tall burly man with short salt and pepper hair, "Harry and Morgan.” He said, pointing to them. Harry was a lean man with blond hair that felt like if a breeze blew, he would go with the wind, while Morgan was like an average American, only with thick-rimmed glasses. “And who is this damsel beside you?” The one named Pete grinned, stretching his hands for a handshake. “Lads, this is the beautiful Addison,” Rowan announced, earning me a few glances, and I flushed where I stood. “And y’all will be keeping your hands to yourself.” He said, moving away Pete’s hand.

Apart from the fact that she is my son’s girl, she is too young to even understand the needs of a man like me. Getting to the car, she opens the door, I reach out and feel Pete breathe. It's shallow but it's stable. Touching his forehead to feel his temperature, he is burning up and truly red all over. I push him out of the car supporting his weight, and Ava goes to the other to support his Weight. Pete looks nothing like me, he took more of his mother's coloring and features, everyone says he has my eyes but on most days I don’t see it.

As promised, David showed up at noon the next day. Brielle opened the door wearing a baby blue sundress that clung sweetly to her curves, the fabric light and fluttering with each breath. It dipped low enough to tease, but not enough to look like she knew it. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, soft tendrils escaping to frame her flushed cheeks. She was the picture of soft temptation—innocence painted over fire. David’s gaze slid over her, quiet and unhurried. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The heat in his eyes said enough.

I smile as I play with my fingers. "His brown curly hair was something weird. We doubted from where he get that. Later we knew David's grandmother had something like that hair. It's ran in the family before. He looked cute with it. His pale white skin, chubby cheeks and his stammered voices were my favourite things. I never knew when my happiness changed from David to Davidson. He was this small," I show him with my hands. I know what was the length of him. I would always measure how long he is.

I gave her a slightly tight tone, Well, she is a bitch herself, a 5’7 blonde, fair complexion, rich background and all boys under her foot. For many reasons, I don’t like her, first, she thinks she’s the prettiest in our batch whereas, in reality, she’s just a spoiled brat who loves to show off her money, second her face full of filter and bo- “Come with us tonight, Remember David announced a heavy party, bang it with us it’s gonna be fun! I wanna see you lushed up and enjoying your boring life, tiny ca-,” she kept running her mouth but I trailed her of

Pete once again opened the limousine door for them and they got inside. “Where are we going?” She asked. “First, to the salon. I’m sure Nick loved you with this trashy, bleach blonde short hair, but as my wife, I prefer your long, raven black hair.” He was jealous and hurt, and she couldn’t understand his logic. She didn’t tell him that she dyed it blonde so she couldn't be found. She just smiled and agreed. “I think that would be a great idea.” She agreed, knowing she had no choice in the matter...

“Rosie would freak out. And I wouldn’t even know what color to pick.” Sarah waved it off. “That’s why we’re here. I’m sure Pam can think of something,” she smiled at the stylist. “Of course,” Pam said, stepping in. “What do you think about blonde like Sarah here?” Blonde? I blinked at my reflection. Me? Blonde? No way. Sarah spoke before I could say anything. “No. There has to be only one blonde between the two of us, and I’m the resident blonde here.” I let out a small laugh.

Three minutes later we are in mom's old car heading to Pete's house. "Did you sleep with him?" I ask "Fuck no" she says with distate in her voice. We are dressed in black. Kenzie and Kenna look like the same person the same as mike except he's male. Kenna's hair is black the same as Mikes. Kenzie is a dark brown haired but she dyed her hair black to look like the others.

David dropped down his arms to his sides, "You're a heart wrecker, Aunt Tori." "I'm just kidding." Victoria smiled at him and lightly tapped his head. She knows how important his appearance is. Ruffling his hair or even smudging his non-waterproof drawn eyebrows would freak him out. "Come in." Victoria stepped aside, giving David a hint to come in. He crouched down and grabbed two paper bags on each hands of his. As he walked past Victoria, his perfume trailed along with him. "Velvet Petals in Bloom, Victoria's Secret." Victoria beamed sweetly and triumphantly at David's back. She heard him giggle.

Sienna: I stared at the folded blouse on the bed for longer than necessary. It wasn’t special. Just a pale blue button-up I’d worn before, once, maybe twice but it felt heavier today. Like it knew what the day meant. Like it carried the weight I was trying so hard not to buckle under. “I had it ironed for you last night,” Damon’s voice came from behind me, quiet and careful. “I figured that you might want to wear it. Since you know, you had it taken out of the closet last night.”