A valentines day Peterick fic

Feb 14, 2012 18:04

Tittle: Four days of pre-Valentines and a package of Pete
Author: onceminutos, Cristal Brown
Pairing: Peterick.
Description: Fluff. Patrick hates Valentines day and Pete wants to change that. Anonymously.
POV: Third. Patrick centered.
Rating: I supposed R-ish for the bad words...
Disclaimer: This only happened in my dreams so don't suppose it's real.
A/N: While everyone else in my family is making cards and picking out outfits for their dates I am being bitter about Valentines day like Patrick in this fic and making a little Valentines day gift for my friends.

Pink balloons, pink hearts, pink fucking ribbons! There's stupid pink and hearts everywhere! Is there not one fucking place in the world where there is no pink Valentines day shit? Patrick was fucking tired of it. He flicked a pink confetti off his shoulder and made his way to the card zone. Only to be greeted by Valentines day cards, everywhere! He grunted and searched for any signs of birthday cards.

"We're having a great sale on Valentines day products!" A cheerful voice behind him said. Patrick was about to to turn around and yell at him that he didn't give two fucks about Valentines day and that it was a fucked up excuse of a holiday meant to brainwash idiots like him into spending their money on mindless bullshit! But the hottest guy he'd ever seen was standing right in front of him. Big grin and eyes twinkling.

He had dark choppy hair that fell into his eyes. It kinda stuck out in different angles and looked like his hairstylist was drunk while he cut his hair. His brown eyes twinkled from heavy coats of black and he wore the oddest outfit ever. A green too small employee shirt, that fit his torso snugly. The end of his shirt hiking up and Patrick could just see the outline of a tattoo. He matched it with a purple and gray hoodie and dark tight skinny jeans hung loosely from his hips.

Not to mention the ugliest neon sneakers.

Even with his mismatched attire he managed to look hot. So hot that Patrick almost wanted to buy him one of the glittering cards. That's stupid. No he didn't want to do that. He hates Valentines day. Countless rejections since high school were proof. All those times he'd nervously asked girls out, hoping that just please they'd say yes. Only to have them say no and hurriedly walk away. Or that one time that girl said yes but the night of the dance she walked by him pretending she never saw him....

"What's wrong cupcake?" The guy said frowning slightly. Patrick flushed pink and cleared his face of any sadness.

"Nothing, just err looking for a birthday card" He said giving him a tight smile.

"No Valentines day cards?!" He says looking like Patrick told him there'd be no cake at the party.

"No" Patrick answered bitterly.

"Why not?" The guy said his eyes getting wide. "Valentines day is the happiest day on Earth! There's heart candy, flowers, kisses and Taylor Swift playing! How can you not like Valentines day?!" He said getting a dreamy look on his face that made even Patrick's heart soften.

Of course he loves Valentines day! With those looks his mailbox was probably filled with Valentines asking him out a month in advance. He probably never gets rejected.

"Because it's stupid, and isn't Christmas the happiest time on Earth? With Jesus being born or whatever?"

He checked the guys name tag. Pete Wentz. He wondered if his name was really with a Z or if he did it to be cool. He seemed like a guy that would do that.

"But-But-"

Pete went into a whole explanation of how amazing it is. Only reminding Patrick of what he was missing out. An the stupid glittering cards and hearts were smirking at him. Mocking him. Tempting him to rip one up. Rip all of them up. In tot tine little stupid glittering shreds. But that would land him getting arrested. He had to get out of the pink and red glittering Hell in which super hot emo looking Pete Wentz with a Z is the devil.

"Look is there anywhere I can find a fucking birthday card for fuck's sake?" Patrick snapped.  He hadn't meant to say it that harshly but Pete wouldn't shut up and the entire store was irking him. It looked like a Disney princess bedroom for all the glitter and pink and hearts.

"Sure thing sweetheart, down the aisle on the left" Pete said smiling. Still frowning a bit. As if he was having a hard time figuring Patrick out.

Patrick blushed at the "sweetheart". Since when do hot guys go around calling him "Cupcake" and "Sweetheart".

Patrick gave him a tight gave him a grateful tight lipped smile. And one last once over. He hopped he'd be there next week when he comes shopping. No he didn't hope that all. That was stupid.

"Hey!" Pete called out as Patrick walked down the aisle. Patrick turned around quickly.

"I didn't catch a name" Pete says.

"Umm...Patrick" He says blushing for like the fifth time today.

"Hey Patttycakes, don't give up on Valentines day yet"

Patrick looked at him questioningly before turning around feeling really confused and his face really hot. Pattycakes? Good thing Gabe or Joe wasn't around, he thought shuddering. He'd never hear the end of it.

Day 1

Patrick yawned and gripped his coffee like it was his life source. He shivered at the cold morning breeze and wrapped his robe closer around him. He rubbed his eyes and and stopped in front of his mailbox. Blinking.

What the actual fuck?

His mailbox was being chocked by pink balloons tied to it by red ribbons. Who the fuck did this to his poor mailbox?! He searched for any evidence of the little monster that decided to pull the prank but there was no one in sight. Just a pink folded sheet of paper. He snatched it quickly.

"You'd be surprised" It read in red typed in letters. Of course. So he wouldn't recognize the handwriting. That didn't mean he didn't have a pretty good idea who he was.

"Nice one Gabe!" He snapped into the phone when the tall Spanish boy picked up.

"What? My dick? Yes it's very nice but I ask how did you see it? Did Bilvy send nudes of last night?" He could practically hear the smirk in Gabe's voice. He thought he was so funny.

"What? No!" He said shaking his head to get the unwanted mental image out. "The stupid prank you pulled on me this morning, on my mailbox"

"I'm sorry Patty but I didn't have the slightest idea what your talking about. Look Patrick, if your making this up so we can think you got a pre-Valentines it's not working"

"I didn't make anything u-" Gabe already hung up.

Great, now they think I'm imagining things or making it up.

Day 2

Patrick still had no idea who had vandalized his mailbox. He figured it was one of the guys, even if they all denied it, trying to make a point. Don't hate Valentines day Patrick, you sound like a sour old lady blah blah blah. That had to be it. Because it obviously wasn't a real Valentine. Everyone he knew and everyone in his street knew he hated the day.

He made his way into a Starbucks. Inhaling the lovely coffee perfumes and appreciating the music. Ready for his afternoon iced mocha. He felt partically good about today. This time, unlike most days, there wasn't a long line and he got his order pretty fast and even got a couple dollars in his change. Smiling to himself he mad his way to his spot. Right by the front window. A snug corner by the heater where he could curl up and watch the city and think. There was nothing wrong with his spot.

He stopped in his tracks and blinked at the pink explosion on his table.

A fucking pink basket, with red and white heartshaped balloons, sparkly ribbons and it was filled with pink frosted doughnuts and heart shaped cookies, sat on his table.  No, no, no, no, this can't be happening. Mortified and feeling everyone's eyes on him he made his way slowly to the table. He reached out for the pink folded piece of paper. Please let it be for someone else, please let it be for someone else.

"Dear Patrick,
Here's a little something
to sweeten your day
fill your heart with love
and go well with your
iced mocha xoxo"

Patrick blushed all the way to his toes, crumpled the paper up and fled. He dashed into his car and shoved the key into the ignition. He held his head in his hands in humiliation. He could still hear the snickering and chuckles. As if it was funny to them, that their neighbor that hates Valentines day had just got that in the middle of his coffee hour. It was not funny!

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, brows creased, chugging coffee and slowing down his breath. Maybe it wasn't for him. There was probably a ton of Patrick's that get iced mocha's. And come on it wasn't like his last name was on there. It was probably a gift from some stupid girlfriend for her boyfriend Patrick that gets iced mocha's in the afternoon.

Yeah, that was it.

Day 3

Patrick was in a rather good mood, oddly. Today there hadn't been any more Valentines day pranks and he found twenty bucks laying on the street. He planned on getting some CDs with it over the weekend. And he managed to get home in time to watch his show.  Patrick poured some lemonade in a glass and headed out to his apartment's porch. They day was nice. The sky blue, a nice breeze. There was even a butterfly flying around some flowers on his neighbors porch.

Patrick pulled out his twenty dollar bill just to make sure it was there. He smiled and flipped it around  a few times. Folding and twirling it. In the distance he could hear the sound of a plane cruising through the sky. He continued flipping the bill. But this time something caught his eye. A pink heart in the corner. The words:

"Look up at the sky and smile"

Where scribbled on it. It was probably done by some teenage girl trying to be inspiring or for some indie photography but on instinct he looked up at the sky. The plane seemed to be driven by a drunk person. It kept swooping and swirling. What the fuck?

It took Patrick a minute to realize it was spelling a message out. And Patrick did not smile.

"Patrick take me somewhere
we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all is left to do is run
It's a love story, baby just say yes"

That heart was not done by any teenage girl.

Day 4

After three pranks Patrick was starting to get a little pissed. He'd asked the guys hundreds of times more if they had anything to do with it but they all laughed and denied they had anything to do with it. This was all getting on his nerves. They were all having a nice laugh about it behind his back. He knew it.

And to top it off tomorrow is Valentines day and the per-exitement and love and all that happy shit was not helping at all. Today they were cleaning out his apartment so he had to go out for a walk if he liked it or not. Getting harshly bumped by heart eyed skipping couples. Skipping? Seriously, who even does that? Then he got interrupted of his thoughts by street performers singing pathetic 80s romantic songs. Patrick made sure to give everyone sour looks.

"Pink heart balloons for sale!" A man said walking around with a bunch of balloons, offering Patrick some. The nerve! As if he'd spend my money on that crap.

He stopped at a stand and bought a lemonade. Luckily the stand had nothing Valentines day related. God girl scouts, good work. He bought another one. He was taking his third sip when he nearly jumped out of his pants. Something with claws landed on his shoulder. He turned to see a pigeon with a red ribbon and a pink piece of paper between it's beak. Great, now they're abusing of animals too.

He snatched the paper and shooed the pigeon away before it pooped on him or pecked his eyes out.

"If you knew who I was, would you fall for a fool like me?" It read in red lettering.

"NO!" He yelled crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the nearest trash can.

Valentines day night

Screw Valentines day, screw couples, screw love! Patrick thought miserably as he sat on his porch. Staring sadly at the couples below him. And the stupid decorations. At the happiness in their eyes when a loved one appeared. At the fresh red roses. At the kisses.

It wasn't fair! Why did everyone else get to have a significant other? Why did they deserve to have a nice night and he didn't? Why? Yes he wished someone would surprise him with flowers, he wished he could send a bunch of annoying cards. He wished he could celebrate Valentines day and enjoy it. Not sit on his porch with bitter resentment.  Why not me too?

He vaguely heard someone knock on his door. Probably Gabe and William coming to ask one last time if he'd come to the Valentines day party. That maybe there'd be singles. But Patrick knew better. Besides he didn't want to go. He didn't need to go watch everyone else have a nice time while he drowned in self pity. And he most certainly didn't need to watch the pitying looks Gabe and William were going to give him while he stood in a corner.

Patrick considered not answering the door but he grudgingly got up as the annoying knocks got louder. He dragged his feet across the floor and slowly reached for the doornob. He'd make it quick. A fuck off and a slam of the door. Nothing more. He had already arranged the scowl on his face and parted his lips. Patrick froze and stared at the person it the doorway. It wasn't Gabe. It wasn't William. It wasn't any of the guys.  It was Pete. Pete Wentz with a Z from the store.

He wore the most ridiculous outfit ever. An over sized pink printed, obviously girls, sweater. Little red glittering hearts and all. Hot pink skinny jeans hung loosely from his hips. And the ugly neon sneakers weren't missing. If those weren't bad enough he wore a huge wrapping paper pink bow on the top of his head.

And the toothy grin that made Patrick's heart beat faster than it should.

Patrick sputtered and flailed his arms pointlessly at Pete. Trying to make sense of things. Firstly, What the hell was he doing at his door? Had he got the wrong address? Oh, this is embarrassing. And secondly WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS HE WEARING?

"Pete umm...errr what? why? err....Why, just why are you dressed like that?!" God, the more he stared at it the more ridiculous it got.

"I'm your Valentine package!" Pete said cheerily. His eyes twinkling in a way that suggested tonight was gonna be a lot more than sitting alone and crying over no Valentines. Patrick's cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes. Oh my god he's at my door. The hot guy from the store!

"My what?" He asked nervously fiddling with his hands.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Pete says searching through his pockets.

He pulls out  a small folded piece of paper and hands it to Patrick. The paper is soft and all too familiar to Patrick's fingers. The same smooth texture with just a bit of wrinkles. He unfolds it and is greeted by the little red typed lettering he'd been seeing for days.

"Will you be mine?" It read.

Patrick dropped the paper and looked up at Pete wish wide eyes, his heart beating fast, cheeks flushing. His mind replayed all the moments, all the humiliations, all the cards. He'd thought it was the guys. A stupid joke. But no, it had been more than that. A lot more than that. It was all from Pete! Valentines for him from Pete!

"It was you! It was always you!" Patrick said happily.

"So can I come in and borrow a hoodie? I'm not going out to dinner with you in this" Pete says smirking.

bandom, peterick

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