Switchblades and Infidelity (5)
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: jessjess.
Author Notes: so i moved to portland, its great. i've been caught up with school but now that things are starting to slow down and i got a laptop, things will start picking themselves back up again. promise. Please read, review if you absolutely love it to tell if i can do better. that's why they're reviews, let me know buttercups. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Pete had been sitting in his car for hours now. The only place he could think about going was the lake, it was a little bit of a drive but he knew that this was the one place that would keep him calm, maybe somehow give him an answer to what the hell he was doing with his life.
Out of everything that had happened in his life, the only thing he had ever been sure about was Patrick. That he wanted to be friends with him and maybe something more if that was even an option, but at this point, the option had disappeared. Pete's life was messed up and he didn't want to pull Patrick into something like that when he could tell that he had some shit to deal with, too. But even then, he couldn't get what Patrick said to him, was there supposed to be more? There was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him Patrick was being friends with him to purposely move onto something more.
Pete shook his head and leaned it back against the drivers seat. He didn't want to get his hopes up so easily, but he wasn't the one that made the first move. And Patrick got legitimately upset about Pete turning him down, but then again Patrick was upset-- Hell, he showed up passed out at his front door with a red face that told Pete he had been crying for hours. The only thing that Pete could come up with to deal with the situation maturely was to talk to Patrick about it, and stop thinking of making irrational decisions based on what happened.
So Pete started the car slowly and backed on back onto the main road and drove home in silence. He rehearsed of what he was going to say to Patrick, and tried to think of everything that Patrick could come up with so he had some sort of retort to whatever would be said. Obviously, Pete was nervous. He hated it because he knew that Patrick was the only one who ever made him like this.
When he pulled up to his apartment, he looked up at his door on the second floor and wondered if Patrick even there or not. He took a breath and stepped out of the car, walking up the stairs and opening the door. It was silent except for the music going off in the apartment below him. He didn't shut the door, just in case Patrick wasn't here he would just leave-- to try and find him. Pete opened up his bedroom door and found a lump under the covers of his bed that appeared to have the same shape at Patrick. He wondered if Patrick was here, why was his car gone?
Pete lifted the covers and layed right in front of Patrick, kissing his forehead while he slept and closed his eyes. He tried to sleep but there was too much on his mind, and it was hard to sleep next to Patrick when he looked like he had been crying for the whole time Pete was gone.
There was a steady change in the younger boy's breathing, so Pete closed his eyes and pretended that he was sleeping. Pete never knew what could break his heart so quickly until he heard Patrick sniffle and let out a soft sob. Pete opened his eyes and regretted not preparing himself for the sight before him. Patrick's eyes were so fucking blue with the outline of grey. Along his lids was pure red, which only brought out the few freckles that Patrick had along his face. Pete didn't even know that he had freckles. Pete's eyes seemed to copy cat, and he pulled Patrick into his chest.
"What's going on, Pete?" Patrick mumbled into his chest, latching onto Pete's shirt as tight as he could, "I do what I'm fucking supposed to, clean, get good grades, try and make friends, then everyone just leaves." Pete's heart stopped, he had left Patrick just a few hours ago, right when he needed him. It was silent for a few minutes before Patrick spoke again, "My mom left, pete." it was hardly a whisper, but for how much it held it made Pete go crazy, he held Patrick as tight as he could and kissed the top of his head, "I wasn't good enough for her, pete, she fucking left. What am I supposed to do?" Patrick tried to get out in-between sobs.
Pete kept his lips pressed to the top of Patrick's head, "No, I think that she thought she wasn't good enough for you," Pete started, continuing to hold onto him tightly as he could, "You are so fucking amazing, you look at yourself in the mirror and you see another kid but when I look at you all I see is the only thing that had made me happy for the past few months. You have such an impact on people because you're such a good person, that some people can't handle it. And it just shows how much of a woman your mother wanted to be, and how much she succeeded, but couldn't see it." Pete lifted them apart and stuck his forehead to Patrick's, "You're going to move on from this, and you're going to be happy one day," Pete closed his eyes and sighed, "let me make you happy, Patrick."
Pete just heard Patricks unsteady breathing for a few seconds before he got out an, "Okay." They both opened their eyes and looked at each other. Pete smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Pete asked, Patrick nodded once so Pete got up and gave him one more smile before starting to walk out of the room. Patrick hopped up and grabbed Pete's hand like a little kid and followed Pete to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?" Patrick shrugged and Pete sighed, this was going to be difficult, "Should I order Pizza? I get paid tomorrow so we can blow the thirty bucks I have in my back account right now." Pete said, laughing lightly as he turned around and started looking for the phone book to call pizza hut. But was interupted by Patrick coming up behind him.
Pete had just turned around in time for Patrick to land his lips on him, then press him against the counter, and quite possibly trying to grind up against Pete while standing up. Pete's vision went blurry, his legs buckled, and he almost fell down. But Patrick's pressure against him kept him up, and the loose kisses they were exchanging seemed to be worth standing up for, "I don't like boys." Patrick muttered.
"You're kissing one." Pete replied, grabbing the other boy's neck and pulling him in closer. The semi-grinding against each other made Pete hard, but was surprised when he felt the same thing on Patrick's side. Pete kept his hands busy with Patrick's hair while they moved around the kitchen in a clumsy fashion. Patrick hooked Pete's pants under his finger and tried to shove them down.
"I don't think I want to stop, though." Patrick mumbled with a playful smile, Pete returned it and took a step back.
"I want to save it, okay?" Pete pressed his forehead against Patrick's and slowly kissed him, "I've like you for way too long, and way too much to let it move this quickly." Patrick chuckled lowly and nodded.
"Okay, I probably shouldn't be rushing right now, either." They smiled and Patrick lifted up his phone out of his pocket and speed dialed Pizza Hut.
Authors Note: Okay, talk about a delay. But I've missed writing way too much even though I'm really unknown on here. But I would love any support I could get, if not, just read it and enjoy it. I love all of you who take time to read this. Have a wonderful day and I promise I'll start writing more.
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: jessjess.
Author Notes: so i moved to portland, its great. i've been caught up with school but now that things are starting to slow down and i got a laptop, things will start picking themselves back up again. promise. Please read, review if you absolutely love it to tell if i can do better. that's why they're reviews, let me know buttercups. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Pete had been sitting in his car for hours now. The only place he could think about going was the lake, it was a little bit of a drive but he knew that this was the one place that would keep him calm, maybe somehow give him an answer to what the hell he was doing with his life.
Out of everything that had happened in his life, the only thing he had ever been sure about was Patrick. That he wanted to be friends with him and maybe something more if that was even an option, but at this point, the option had disappeared. Pete's life was messed up and he didn't want to pull Patrick into something like that when he could tell that he had some shit to deal with, too. But even then, he couldn't get what Patrick said to him, was there supposed to be more? There was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him Patrick was being friends with him to purposely move onto something more.
Pete shook his head and leaned it back against the drivers seat. He didn't want to get his hopes up so easily, but he wasn't the one that made the first move. And Patrick got legitimately upset about Pete turning him down, but then again Patrick was upset-- Hell, he showed up passed out at his front door with a red face that told Pete he had been crying for hours. The only thing that Pete could come up with to deal with the situation maturely was to talk to Patrick about it, and stop thinking of making irrational decisions based on what happened.
So Pete started the car slowly and backed on back onto the main road and drove home in silence. He rehearsed of what he was going to say to Patrick, and tried to think of everything that Patrick could come up with so he had some sort of retort to whatever would be said. Obviously, Pete was nervous. He hated it because he knew that Patrick was the only one who ever made him like this.
When he pulled up to his apartment, he looked up at his door on the second floor and wondered if Patrick even there or not. He took a breath and stepped out of the car, walking up the stairs and opening the door. It was silent except for the music going off in the apartment below him. He didn't shut the door, just in case Patrick wasn't here he would just leave-- to try and find him. Pete opened up his bedroom door and found a lump under the covers of his bed that appeared to have the same shape at Patrick. He wondered if Patrick was here, why was his car gone?
Pete lifted the covers and layed right in front of Patrick, kissing his forehead while he slept and closed his eyes. He tried to sleep but there was too much on his mind, and it was hard to sleep next to Patrick when he looked like he had been crying for the whole time Pete was gone.
There was a steady change in the younger boy's breathing, so Pete closed his eyes and pretended that he was sleeping. Pete never knew what could break his heart so quickly until he heard Patrick sniffle and let out a soft sob. Pete opened his eyes and regretted not preparing himself for the sight before him. Patrick's eyes were so fucking blue with the outline of grey. Along his lids was pure red, which only brought out the few freckles that Patrick had along his face. Pete didn't even know that he had freckles. Pete's eyes seemed to copy cat, and he pulled Patrick into his chest.
"What's going on, Pete?" Patrick mumbled into his chest, latching onto Pete's shirt as tight as he could, "I do what I'm fucking supposed to, clean, get good grades, try and make friends, then everyone just leaves." Pete's heart stopped, he had left Patrick just a few hours ago, right when he needed him. It was silent for a few minutes before Patrick spoke again, "My mom left, pete." it was hardly a whisper, but for how much it held it made Pete go crazy, he held Patrick as tight as he could and kissed the top of his head, "I wasn't good enough for her, pete, she fucking left. What am I supposed to do?" Patrick tried to get out in-between sobs.
Pete kept his lips pressed to the top of Patrick's head, "No, I think that she thought she wasn't good enough for you," Pete started, continuing to hold onto him tightly as he could, "You are so fucking amazing, you look at yourself in the mirror and you see another kid but when I look at you all I see is the only thing that had made me happy for the past few months. You have such an impact on people because you're such a good person, that some people can't handle it. And it just shows how much of a woman your mother wanted to be, and how much she succeeded, but couldn't see it." Pete lifted them apart and stuck his forehead to Patrick's, "You're going to move on from this, and you're going to be happy one day," Pete closed his eyes and sighed, "let me make you happy, Patrick."
Pete just heard Patricks unsteady breathing for a few seconds before he got out an, "Okay." They both opened their eyes and looked at each other. Pete smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Pete asked, Patrick nodded once so Pete got up and gave him one more smile before starting to walk out of the room. Patrick hopped up and grabbed Pete's hand like a little kid and followed Pete to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?" Patrick shrugged and Pete sighed, this was going to be difficult, "Should I order Pizza? I get paid tomorrow so we can blow the thirty bucks I have in my back account right now." Pete said, laughing lightly as he turned around and started looking for the phone book to call pizza hut. But was interupted by Patrick coming up behind him.
Pete had just turned around in time for Patrick to land his lips on him, then press him against the counter, and quite possibly trying to grind up against Pete while standing up. Pete's vision went blurry, his legs buckled, and he almost fell down. But Patrick's pressure against him kept him up, and the loose kisses they were exchanging seemed to be worth standing up for, "I don't like boys." Patrick muttered.
"You're kissing one." Pete replied, grabbing the other boy's neck and pulling him in closer. The semi-grinding against each other made Pete hard, but was surprised when he felt the same thing on Patrick's side. Pete kept his hands busy with Patrick's hair while they moved around the kitchen in a clumsy fashion. Patrick hooked Pete's pants under his finger and tried to shove them down.
"I don't think I want to stop, though." Patrick mumbled with a playful smile, Pete returned it and took a step back.
"I want to save it, okay?" Pete pressed his forehead against Patrick's and slowly kissed him, "I've like you for way too long, and way too much to let it move this quickly." Patrick chuckled lowly and nodded.
"Okay, I probably shouldn't be rushing right now, either." They smiled and Patrick lifted up his phone out of his pocket and speed dialed Pizza Hut.
Authors Note: Okay, talk about a delay. But I've missed writing way too much even though I'm really unknown on here. But I would love any support I could get, if not, just read it and enjoy it. I love all of you who take time to read this. Have a wonderful day and I promise I'll start writing more.