The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Fourth Of July

(Pete's POV)

"I want to wear bright colors, dad." Bronx told me as I rummaged through his closet.

It was the fourth of July. And every year since Bronx was born, I would take him to see the fireworks. He was always more and more excited each year. I feared the year when he wouldn't want to go. When seeing fireworks with your dad wouldn't be cool anymore. Luckily that year hasn't come up yet.

"You don't want to wear black like me?"

"No daddy. You always wear black. I want to wear white."

"No. You're going to dirty yourself up too quickly."

"No I won't. I promise."

"Knock knock." Patrick called as he walked into Bronx's room. "Hey buddy, ready for those fireworks?" He nodded.

Patrick and I were complicated right now. We hadn't had sex in a little over a week. He'd been staying with his wife. Coming to my house around 9:00 am every morning and leaving around 5:00 pm. I was starting to feel like I was a job to him. Spending the day with me and then going home to his wife. I wonder if he had sex with her. I couldn't ask him. I didn't trust him.

"Bronx here wants to wear all white to the park this afternoon." I told him.

"Sounds like a great idea to me."

"See daddy! Patrick thinks its a good idea. Please! Please!" He jumped off of his bed to hug me. "You'll be the best daddy ever!"

"Thanks, Patrick." I muttered. "Here," I handed Bronx a white T-shirt with little soldier written in an off gray. Then I tossed him the pair of white cargo shorts. "Put on whatever sneakers and socks you want. I'm going to get dressed.

Bronx nodded and I left his room with Patrick traveling behind me. I was only wearing a pair of boxers. When I opened my closet I got the idea to wear a similar outfit to Bronx. That's still cool at his age, I think. Dressing like your dad. Well your dad dressing like you. I pulled out my rarely worn white skinny jeans and a white Gym Jones shirt I'd gotten from Andy.

"I wish I'd known we were going with the all white look." Patrick laughed.

I faked a laugh. "Father and son thing." He should know about that soon enough.

"I get it." He smiled. "This is more my style anyway." I looked over his beige pants, gray floral patterned shirt and teal cardigan. How no one could look at him and not think he was gay, I had no idea.

"Very much you." This laugh was more genuine. I sat on the edge of the bed and began lacing up my white sneakers. Patrick stared down at me for a few seconds before climbing onto my bed. He rested on his knees behind me.

"You know how much I love the forth of July." I felt his arms snake around my neck. "You know how much the summer time means to me." I just nodded against him.

Of course I knew what summer meant to him. We'd met in the summer. We'd shared our first kiss in that same summer. Even though nothing came of it, it was still our first. And then a year later, We'd went on our first date in the summer. A year later, on our anniversary, I took his virginity in the summer. A lot of summers and a stressful, open relationship later, we broke up in the summer. And then we were apart. But the band got back together. Patrick and I got back together. I even bottomed for the first the time. Want to take a guess on what season it was when we all met up again? Winter, actually. Kidding, it was in the summer. So obviously, summer was a really big season for Patrick. For all of us.

"I know what it means to you."

"I love you, Pete. I've always loved you." He buried his face in the crook of my neck.