Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 2
Title: Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 2 (the title came from this part so for now it remains)
Author:
lovelyloveleave
Rating: still a G
Summary: Annoying!Pete/Crabby!Patrick college fic.
Disclaimer: fictional! and soo AU.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who has given me comments so far! Y'all are all so supportive, I love you guys! Also, I'm not sure if its just a phenomenum of my part of town so, "y'okay" is like someone starting to say yeah and changing to ok, stress on the yo, and is almost always used in a patronizing context.
Next lecture Pete snuck in five minutes late. He scanned the room and, yup, just as he expected, Patrick was sitting in the same seat as before. The younger ones tended to do that.
Pete sidled into his previous seat as well and leant forward on the back of Patrick’s chair.
“Mornin’, Pat.”
“Patrick.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you called me Pat. It’s not Pat, it’s Patrick.”
“Y’okay, bud.”
Patrick sighed and continued to write in his notebook (The origins of Ostracism).
Pete remained where he was. “Whatcha doing?”
“Taking notes.” the exasperated ‘obviously’ was silent but understood. Patrick turned his head to eye him suspiciously, “Why aren’t you?”
Pete laughed, “Why bother, half this shit’s in the text book and the rest is on the online lecture notes anyway.”
Patrick’s eyes widened a little before they took on the suspicious look again, “Really?”
“Really.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“....You know, I’m not that sure.” Pete stood up and started to unwind his iPod’s headphones. Before he left, Pete leant over Patrick’s shoulder, “Later, Patty.”
Patrick made a frustrated groan that had Pete chuckling all the way to the coffeeshop. What a grumpy little freshman he’d found!
Pete didn’t go back to lecture until two weeks later, when still battling insomnia at 7 a.m. he figured he might as well shower and then go amuse himself by bothering his little blonde friend. Ready by 7:30, he was a full 15 minutes early to class and spent it waiting in his chair for Patrick to show up.
When the blonde walked into the hall and immediately noticed Pete, Pete gave a cheery wave and flashed his cheesiest grin. For a moment a look of distress passed over Patrick’s face, like maybe he would just turn around and head for the other side of the room, but after a few seconds he headed up to his normal seat with resignation written all over the set of his jaw.
“Mornin’, Patty! How are you this day?”
Patrick just glared at Pete and took his seat silently, pulling out a notebook and pencil.
“...Fine,” Pete heaved a dramatic sigh, “How are you, Patrick?” the words were dripping with mockery, but Patrick must’ve accepted it, because he replied.
“Like shit.”
“What’s wrong. You’re not sick?” Pete made a show of backing away into his seat.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Just hungover.”
“You party?” Pete couldn’t help the skepticism in his voice, and after Patrick shot him an indignant glare he couldn’t help the laughter either, “you party... on a school night?”
Pete looked Patrick up and down: funny hat, longish hair, glasses, baby fat cheeks, plaid button up. Seriously, this kid hit every marker on the nerdy checklist. Unless he was doing a very thourough ‘geek chic’ look, Pete couldn’t imagine this kid doing anything much more crazy than videogames and Jones soda.
“I party... when I want to.” Pete actually started laughing at this.
“Shut up, asshole, or Professor Mallin is gunna notice.” (Highly unlikely as he was heavily into a lecture on women’s role in Athenian life)
Pete put his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
“I thought you weren’t coming to lectures anymore anyway.”
Pete controlled himself to answer. “I’m not, just wanted a little sunshine to start off my day.”
Patrick scowled and turned away.
“And now that I’ve got it, I’ll see you later, Patrick.” Pete crept quietly out of the hall once Mallin had his back turned.
“Whatever.” Patrick whispered.
After that, Pete settled into a sort of routine: insomnia or not, he would go to lectures for the first 10 minutes, or until Patrick stopped talking to him. He got a lot of amusement out of the weird little kid who looked like a powderpuff but had the temper of maltreated Doberman.
Mainly their exchanges consisted of Pete saying something either patronizing or openly mocking of Patrick and Patrick throwing a lot of eye daggers and ‘shut the hell up, Pete.’s which actually just spurred Pete on because, of course, that’s what he was looking for.
Until one morning when Pete was early, so he got himself coffee, and on a moment’s whim, got a cup for Patrick too.
He called him Patty as he set it down in front of him, but nevertheless when Patrick put his hands around the warm cup, he looked up at Pete and smiled, toothily and sweet. For just a moment, and afterwards he dropped down and began sipping at his coffee, but Pete was so taken aback by it that he actually just stood there for a few seconds before he could come up with something provoking to say.
From then on, Pete added buying coffee for Patrick to his routine every morning they had lectures and collected his one-per-day smile along with his many-per-day ‘shut the hell up’s.
Author:
lovelyloveleave
Rating: still a G
Summary: Annoying!Pete/Crabby!Patrick college fic.
Disclaimer: fictional! and soo AU.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who has given me comments so far! Y'all are all so supportive, I love you guys! Also, I'm not sure if its just a phenomenum of my part of town so, "y'okay" is like someone starting to say yeah and changing to ok, stress on the yo, and is almost always used in a patronizing context.
Next lecture Pete snuck in five minutes late. He scanned the room and, yup, just as he expected, Patrick was sitting in the same seat as before. The younger ones tended to do that.
Pete sidled into his previous seat as well and leant forward on the back of Patrick’s chair.
“Mornin’, Pat.”
“Patrick.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you called me Pat. It’s not Pat, it’s Patrick.”
“Y’okay, bud.”
Patrick sighed and continued to write in his notebook (The origins of Ostracism).
Pete remained where he was. “Whatcha doing?”
“Taking notes.” the exasperated ‘obviously’ was silent but understood. Patrick turned his head to eye him suspiciously, “Why aren’t you?”
Pete laughed, “Why bother, half this shit’s in the text book and the rest is on the online lecture notes anyway.”
Patrick’s eyes widened a little before they took on the suspicious look again, “Really?”
“Really.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“....You know, I’m not that sure.” Pete stood up and started to unwind his iPod’s headphones. Before he left, Pete leant over Patrick’s shoulder, “Later, Patty.”
Patrick made a frustrated groan that had Pete chuckling all the way to the coffeeshop. What a grumpy little freshman he’d found!
Pete didn’t go back to lecture until two weeks later, when still battling insomnia at 7 a.m. he figured he might as well shower and then go amuse himself by bothering his little blonde friend. Ready by 7:30, he was a full 15 minutes early to class and spent it waiting in his chair for Patrick to show up.
When the blonde walked into the hall and immediately noticed Pete, Pete gave a cheery wave and flashed his cheesiest grin. For a moment a look of distress passed over Patrick’s face, like maybe he would just turn around and head for the other side of the room, but after a few seconds he headed up to his normal seat with resignation written all over the set of his jaw.
“Mornin’, Patty! How are you this day?”
Patrick just glared at Pete and took his seat silently, pulling out a notebook and pencil.
“...Fine,” Pete heaved a dramatic sigh, “How are you, Patrick?” the words were dripping with mockery, but Patrick must’ve accepted it, because he replied.
“Like shit.”
“What’s wrong. You’re not sick?” Pete made a show of backing away into his seat.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Just hungover.”
“You party?” Pete couldn’t help the skepticism in his voice, and after Patrick shot him an indignant glare he couldn’t help the laughter either, “you party... on a school night?”
Pete looked Patrick up and down: funny hat, longish hair, glasses, baby fat cheeks, plaid button up. Seriously, this kid hit every marker on the nerdy checklist. Unless he was doing a very thourough ‘geek chic’ look, Pete couldn’t imagine this kid doing anything much more crazy than videogames and Jones soda.
“I party... when I want to.” Pete actually started laughing at this.
“Shut up, asshole, or Professor Mallin is gunna notice.” (Highly unlikely as he was heavily into a lecture on women’s role in Athenian life)
Pete put his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
“I thought you weren’t coming to lectures anymore anyway.”
Pete controlled himself to answer. “I’m not, just wanted a little sunshine to start off my day.”
Patrick scowled and turned away.
“And now that I’ve got it, I’ll see you later, Patrick.” Pete crept quietly out of the hall once Mallin had his back turned.
“Whatever.” Patrick whispered.
After that, Pete settled into a sort of routine: insomnia or not, he would go to lectures for the first 10 minutes, or until Patrick stopped talking to him. He got a lot of amusement out of the weird little kid who looked like a powderpuff but had the temper of maltreated Doberman.
Mainly their exchanges consisted of Pete saying something either patronizing or openly mocking of Patrick and Patrick throwing a lot of eye daggers and ‘shut the hell up, Pete.’s which actually just spurred Pete on because, of course, that’s what he was looking for.
Until one morning when Pete was early, so he got himself coffee, and on a moment’s whim, got a cup for Patrick too.
He called him Patty as he set it down in front of him, but nevertheless when Patrick put his hands around the warm cup, he looked up at Pete and smiled, toothily and sweet. For just a moment, and afterwards he dropped down and began sipping at his coffee, but Pete was so taken aback by it that he actually just stood there for a few seconds before he could come up with something provoking to say.
From then on, Pete added buying coffee for Patrick to his routine every morning they had lectures and collected his one-per-day smile along with his many-per-day ‘shut the hell up’s.