Switchblades and Infidelity (2)
Title: Switchblades and Infidelity
Author: lynnfrosting
Rating:PG-13 for now
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary:He sits with his legs out, crossed at the ankles. His tongue goes on his bottom lip when he is waiting to say something. And he rubs his thumb and index together when he gets too bored with a situation. Noted.
Disclaimer: i only own the words.
Beta: my darling friend, jess.
Author Notes: i know it took me a full lightyear to write this one, but i swear ill be updating more often. The whole thing with Fall Out Boy just broke my muse.
first chapter- http://lynnfrosting.livejournal.com/7891.html#cutid1
November 13th
It’s been weeks and Pete hasn’t seen Patrick anywhere. Not at school, parties, or at his work. It’s only normal for Pete to worry and hate every single hour that goes by not knowing the where abouts of Patrick Stump.
What most people don’t know about Pete is that he is a very possessive person. And even though Patrick isn’t his, he couldn’t help but want to know what was going on. He looked at his myspace, facebook, and twitter page and there weren’t any updates since Patrick disappeared. So Pete had to go to his last option, Travis.
“Hey Travis,” Pete said, catching up with Travis as he walked to his next class. He had to remind himself to be cool and collected. Patrick and Pete were sort of friends, but not to the point where Patrick would tell him anything. Travis looked back and nodded his head with a smile, “So Patrick has seemed to disappear from the face of the planet.” Pete laughed a little bit before looking up at Travis.
“Yeah, his family does this camping trip every year at the same time.” Travis shrugged and stopped in front of his class, “Why do you care so much?” Pete furrowed his eyebrows. Travis was too good at reading body language.
“I don’t care.” Pete wanted it to sound believable, but that was the last thing that it sounded like.
“You lips say you don’t care,” He replied dramatically, “but your eyes say, ‘I do’.” Travis put two fingers to his eyes, then to Pete’s eyes and walked into his class.
“Why would people go camping in November, anyway?” Pete stomped his foot lightly and headed to his next class.
November 28th
Pete hated living without Patrick. He was so use to at least seeing him in class and in the hallways, and he wish that he could at least count down the days till Patrick were to come back, but he didn’t know when he was coming back. Everyday, he wished it was that day. But everyday, he was disappointed, till today. When Patrick walked into Government, Pete’s heart stopped. And he was pretty sure he was about to go into cardiac arrest when Patrick sat on the desk right in front of him, facing him. Pete looked at him and waited for him to speak so he had less of a chance of making a fool of himself.
“What’s up?” Patrick mumbled. Pete stopped tapping his pencil and leaned back.
“Just… waiting for the bell to ring.” Pete let out an unnecessary chuckle and looked away from Patrick in embarrassment. Patrick nodded slowly and sat down in the chair instead of on the actual desk, leaning towards him. He then realized, he should ask the same thing back, “What about you?”
Almost like he expected it, he let out a dreadful sigh, “Camping with the parentals for two weeks has made me officially insane.” He put fingers to his temple and rubbed them.
“Camping in November?” Pete wanted to sound like he never knew, hopefully Patrick bought it.
“Yeah, cold as fuck, and no beer.” They both laughed and the boy that sat where Patrick was sitting approached, “Switch me seats, Zach?” The boy nodded and sat in Patrick’s seat.
Pete started to doodle on the cover of his notebook lightly, “Yeah, when I camp, I want to do it when it’s warm, and with alcohol.” Pete said, trying to mock him. Patrick kicked him lightly under the desk.
“Don’t be an asshole.” Pete could tell he was trying to take control of the situation, and was trying to get Pete to get into an unspoken contest of who could control it the most. Yeah, Pete over analyzes things.
“Don’t be a baby.” Pete shrugged, and they both laughed again.
“Only for you.” Only for me? “But hey,” Patrick brought up his foot to sit on it, “I got the new Soul Calibur game. I need someone to break it in with me today after school.” Was this an offer?
Pete had officially gone into unofficial cardiac arrest.
Pete pointed to his own chest because he could fit out the word, ‘Me?’ “Yes you, just find my car after school and follow me to my place. That cool?” Pete nodded as the bell rang and the teacher approached the front of the class.
After School
Pete was leaning against his car waiting for Patrick to come out. Pete purposely parks by Patrick everyday with the chance of maybe seeing him after school. But this time. Patrick had parked next to him.
Patrick’s car made a loud sound causing Pete to jump away from it and fall over the car next to it. As he lay on the ground he heard the sweet sound of Patrick’s laugh approaching.
“You’re an asshole.” Pete whined as he got up.
Patrick pointed to Pete with his car key, “And you’re a baby.” Pete frowned and gave him the cold shoulder as he walked to his car, “Just follow me, yeah?”
Pete nodded and slid into his car.
Pete parked on the side of the street behind Patrick and headed up to his house. In all honesty, Pete wasn’t feeling anything except for fear. His parents would probably hate a guy like him and this was a one on one situation with Patrick, and after this, Patrick would probably hate him, too.
“Come on in, make yourself at home.” Pete entered after Patrick. He felt a little light headed and like someone was pressing down on his chest really hard. All he could do was nod and follow Patrick down the hall and into his room. It was nice, and big. Complete with a queen bed, couch and chair, dresser, tv, and randomized tables.
As time passed, Pete was surprised. He settled in and got more comfortable around Patrick, but that didn’t mean he liked the boy any less. There was the friendly touching, pushing, and even some inside jokes were made between the two of them. Even though everything was going well, and their friendship was growing, Pete couldn’t help but want more from the relationship between the both of them. He knew it took time, but he was the most impatient person anyone could ever meet.
“Pete! Stop doing that!” Patrick whined. For the millionth time Pete had chosen Voldo to fight. Not because he was good at kicking ass and takin’ names, but because the way that the ‘creature’ moved around, made Patrick laugh. And that’s the only thing that mattered to Pete.
“You can’t say the way he walks isn’t funny, Patrick,” Pete laughed and made Voldo walk on all fours. Patrick laughed and threw a hula hoop sword at Voldo and killed him. They erupted in laughter with the noise Voldo made as he was dying.
Patrick made a noise and tilted his head, “Wanna go get food?”
Pete nodded.
November 29th
All last night consisted of Pete tossing and turning in his bed. He tried different ways to get to sleep, like opening the door, turning off the heater, sleeping with a light, or with music. But none of those options had made Patrick leave his mind. It’s like the boy’s face was imprinted in Pete’s mind. It was like a constant replay of Patrick’s laugh or the way he was scream at the TV when he was way into the game. He wondered why Patrick liked In and Out Burger instead of any place else, and why he ordered number 3 instead of the rest.
But most of all, Pete wanted to know if he had a chance with Patrick, or if the situation was a lost cause. Thinking about that made his emotions scrambled. One side made him unbelievably happy, and the other made him want to dig a well and life there for the rest of his life. Finally after hours of debating, he got out of bed and decided to watch The Goonies until dawn. He got ready for school and left looking like a crack addict with the dark bags underneath his eyes.
Regardless of him being up so early, he was five minutes late to Government. Luckily the student teacher wasn’t in the room yet, so for once, he was actually lucky. But as he realized where he was, he peaked out of his little arm made wall to see Patrick looking at him. He looked down quickly and sighed. In the back of his mind he really wanted for Patrick to come over and talk to him, but he also didn’t want Patrick to ask him why he looked like he did four eight balls last night.
He was saved by the student teacher walking in and asking them to do News Logs. Pete knew he wasn’t going to be doing anything in any of his classes because for one, he was tired. Two, the internal debate on the lost cause was still attached to his conscious like a tick. And before he knew it, the bell was ringing. He waited a few seconds till he didn’t hear anymore feet shuffling and lifted his head half hoping to see an angel sitting across from him, but was quickly disappointed with the sight of empty desks.
Pete dragged his feet out of the classroom, looking at the tiles and trying not to step on any of the cracks. He left his peripheral vision take care of not bumping into anyone in front of him, but was surprised when someone from behind him started to drag him towards one of the schools exits. He turned around and saw Patrick. Patrick moved his grip on the back of Pete’s shirt to his arm.
“Patrick-“
“We’re just going to mini golf.” Patrick interrupted him, Pete started to talk before he was interrupted again, “You obviously shouldn’t be in school right now, and you’re not going to be doing anything anyway.” Pete gave up and started to follow Patrick to his car. He slid in and a smell of orange took over unlike the smell of fast food in Pete’s car.
“I don’t really want to talk about-“
“Pete, seriously, shut up.” For the first time, he had seen Patrick sincerely serious, “whatever it is must suck, but I’m here to take it off your mind.” Pete’s face dropped. He was here to take the situation off his mind. That’s kind of hard to do since Patrick is the situation. But on the upside, he got to spend more time with Patrick, and that was alright with him.
authors note: I kind of hate myself for not updating. And I know the writing in this isn't my best, or at least in the behinning. But I'm finally back into the story line and I'm almost over the FOB drama going on. I just hope they are happy with whatever they decide. I'm just happy that there was a Fall Out Boy, instead of none at all. Thank you, Joe, Patrick, Any, and Pete, you were my inspiration to start with music, and I know I couldn't have ever been this happy without your influence.
Author: lynnfrosting
Rating:PG-13 for now
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary:He sits with his legs out, crossed at the ankles. His tongue goes on his bottom lip when he is waiting to say something. And he rubs his thumb and index together when he gets too bored with a situation. Noted.
Disclaimer: i only own the words.
Beta: my darling friend, jess.
Author Notes: i know it took me a full lightyear to write this one, but i swear ill be updating more often. The whole thing with Fall Out Boy just broke my muse.
first chapter- http://lynnfrosting.livejournal.com/7891.html#cutid1
November 13th
It’s been weeks and Pete hasn’t seen Patrick anywhere. Not at school, parties, or at his work. It’s only normal for Pete to worry and hate every single hour that goes by not knowing the where abouts of Patrick Stump.
What most people don’t know about Pete is that he is a very possessive person. And even though Patrick isn’t his, he couldn’t help but want to know what was going on. He looked at his myspace, facebook, and twitter page and there weren’t any updates since Patrick disappeared. So Pete had to go to his last option, Travis.
“Hey Travis,” Pete said, catching up with Travis as he walked to his next class. He had to remind himself to be cool and collected. Patrick and Pete were sort of friends, but not to the point where Patrick would tell him anything. Travis looked back and nodded his head with a smile, “So Patrick has seemed to disappear from the face of the planet.” Pete laughed a little bit before looking up at Travis.
“Yeah, his family does this camping trip every year at the same time.” Travis shrugged and stopped in front of his class, “Why do you care so much?” Pete furrowed his eyebrows. Travis was too good at reading body language.
“I don’t care.” Pete wanted it to sound believable, but that was the last thing that it sounded like.
“You lips say you don’t care,” He replied dramatically, “but your eyes say, ‘I do’.” Travis put two fingers to his eyes, then to Pete’s eyes and walked into his class.
“Why would people go camping in November, anyway?” Pete stomped his foot lightly and headed to his next class.
November 28th
Pete hated living without Patrick. He was so use to at least seeing him in class and in the hallways, and he wish that he could at least count down the days till Patrick were to come back, but he didn’t know when he was coming back. Everyday, he wished it was that day. But everyday, he was disappointed, till today. When Patrick walked into Government, Pete’s heart stopped. And he was pretty sure he was about to go into cardiac arrest when Patrick sat on the desk right in front of him, facing him. Pete looked at him and waited for him to speak so he had less of a chance of making a fool of himself.
“What’s up?” Patrick mumbled. Pete stopped tapping his pencil and leaned back.
“Just… waiting for the bell to ring.” Pete let out an unnecessary chuckle and looked away from Patrick in embarrassment. Patrick nodded slowly and sat down in the chair instead of on the actual desk, leaning towards him. He then realized, he should ask the same thing back, “What about you?”
Almost like he expected it, he let out a dreadful sigh, “Camping with the parentals for two weeks has made me officially insane.” He put fingers to his temple and rubbed them.
“Camping in November?” Pete wanted to sound like he never knew, hopefully Patrick bought it.
“Yeah, cold as fuck, and no beer.” They both laughed and the boy that sat where Patrick was sitting approached, “Switch me seats, Zach?” The boy nodded and sat in Patrick’s seat.
Pete started to doodle on the cover of his notebook lightly, “Yeah, when I camp, I want to do it when it’s warm, and with alcohol.” Pete said, trying to mock him. Patrick kicked him lightly under the desk.
“Don’t be an asshole.” Pete could tell he was trying to take control of the situation, and was trying to get Pete to get into an unspoken contest of who could control it the most. Yeah, Pete over analyzes things.
“Don’t be a baby.” Pete shrugged, and they both laughed again.
“Only for you.” Only for me? “But hey,” Patrick brought up his foot to sit on it, “I got the new Soul Calibur game. I need someone to break it in with me today after school.” Was this an offer?
Pete had officially gone into unofficial cardiac arrest.
Pete pointed to his own chest because he could fit out the word, ‘Me?’ “Yes you, just find my car after school and follow me to my place. That cool?” Pete nodded as the bell rang and the teacher approached the front of the class.
After School
Pete was leaning against his car waiting for Patrick to come out. Pete purposely parks by Patrick everyday with the chance of maybe seeing him after school. But this time. Patrick had parked next to him.
Patrick’s car made a loud sound causing Pete to jump away from it and fall over the car next to it. As he lay on the ground he heard the sweet sound of Patrick’s laugh approaching.
“You’re an asshole.” Pete whined as he got up.
Patrick pointed to Pete with his car key, “And you’re a baby.” Pete frowned and gave him the cold shoulder as he walked to his car, “Just follow me, yeah?”
Pete nodded and slid into his car.
Pete parked on the side of the street behind Patrick and headed up to his house. In all honesty, Pete wasn’t feeling anything except for fear. His parents would probably hate a guy like him and this was a one on one situation with Patrick, and after this, Patrick would probably hate him, too.
“Come on in, make yourself at home.” Pete entered after Patrick. He felt a little light headed and like someone was pressing down on his chest really hard. All he could do was nod and follow Patrick down the hall and into his room. It was nice, and big. Complete with a queen bed, couch and chair, dresser, tv, and randomized tables.
As time passed, Pete was surprised. He settled in and got more comfortable around Patrick, but that didn’t mean he liked the boy any less. There was the friendly touching, pushing, and even some inside jokes were made between the two of them. Even though everything was going well, and their friendship was growing, Pete couldn’t help but want more from the relationship between the both of them. He knew it took time, but he was the most impatient person anyone could ever meet.
“Pete! Stop doing that!” Patrick whined. For the millionth time Pete had chosen Voldo to fight. Not because he was good at kicking ass and takin’ names, but because the way that the ‘creature’ moved around, made Patrick laugh. And that’s the only thing that mattered to Pete.
“You can’t say the way he walks isn’t funny, Patrick,” Pete laughed and made Voldo walk on all fours. Patrick laughed and threw a hula hoop sword at Voldo and killed him. They erupted in laughter with the noise Voldo made as he was dying.
Patrick made a noise and tilted his head, “Wanna go get food?”
Pete nodded.
November 29th
All last night consisted of Pete tossing and turning in his bed. He tried different ways to get to sleep, like opening the door, turning off the heater, sleeping with a light, or with music. But none of those options had made Patrick leave his mind. It’s like the boy’s face was imprinted in Pete’s mind. It was like a constant replay of Patrick’s laugh or the way he was scream at the TV when he was way into the game. He wondered why Patrick liked In and Out Burger instead of any place else, and why he ordered number 3 instead of the rest.
But most of all, Pete wanted to know if he had a chance with Patrick, or if the situation was a lost cause. Thinking about that made his emotions scrambled. One side made him unbelievably happy, and the other made him want to dig a well and life there for the rest of his life. Finally after hours of debating, he got out of bed and decided to watch The Goonies until dawn. He got ready for school and left looking like a crack addict with the dark bags underneath his eyes.
Regardless of him being up so early, he was five minutes late to Government. Luckily the student teacher wasn’t in the room yet, so for once, he was actually lucky. But as he realized where he was, he peaked out of his little arm made wall to see Patrick looking at him. He looked down quickly and sighed. In the back of his mind he really wanted for Patrick to come over and talk to him, but he also didn’t want Patrick to ask him why he looked like he did four eight balls last night.
He was saved by the student teacher walking in and asking them to do News Logs. Pete knew he wasn’t going to be doing anything in any of his classes because for one, he was tired. Two, the internal debate on the lost cause was still attached to his conscious like a tick. And before he knew it, the bell was ringing. He waited a few seconds till he didn’t hear anymore feet shuffling and lifted his head half hoping to see an angel sitting across from him, but was quickly disappointed with the sight of empty desks.
Pete dragged his feet out of the classroom, looking at the tiles and trying not to step on any of the cracks. He left his peripheral vision take care of not bumping into anyone in front of him, but was surprised when someone from behind him started to drag him towards one of the schools exits. He turned around and saw Patrick. Patrick moved his grip on the back of Pete’s shirt to his arm.
“Patrick-“
“We’re just going to mini golf.” Patrick interrupted him, Pete started to talk before he was interrupted again, “You obviously shouldn’t be in school right now, and you’re not going to be doing anything anyway.” Pete gave up and started to follow Patrick to his car. He slid in and a smell of orange took over unlike the smell of fast food in Pete’s car.
“I don’t really want to talk about-“
“Pete, seriously, shut up.” For the first time, he had seen Patrick sincerely serious, “whatever it is must suck, but I’m here to take it off your mind.” Pete’s face dropped. He was here to take the situation off his mind. That’s kind of hard to do since Patrick is the situation. But on the upside, he got to spend more time with Patrick, and that was alright with him.
authors note: I kind of hate myself for not updating. And I know the writing in this isn't my best, or at least in the behinning. But I'm finally back into the story line and I'm almost over the FOB drama going on. I just hope they are happy with whatever they decide. I'm just happy that there was a Fall Out Boy, instead of none at all. Thank you, Joe, Patrick, Any, and Pete, you were my inspiration to start with music, and I know I couldn't have ever been this happy without your influence.