𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧? (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

Secrets (Patrick's Pov)

Since meeting [Y/n], he has piqued my interest. He shows a lack of most emotions, something only someone real would do, someone like me. I've been watching him intently and keeping him close to me. I need to know if he's real or not and I know exactly how I'll do it.

I held the book way above this little kid's head, taunting and teasing him.

"Give it back!" He cried, literally, tears fell down his face.It just made it all the better when they cried.

"C'mon Patrick! Give it back! Please!" He continued to whine while jumping for the book.

The rest of the gang, except [Y/n], were still laughing at the pathetic little kid. [Y/n] however, looked bored now and was gazing into the hallway.

"You want it? Go fetch." I laughed at the kid while throwing his book into the nearest trash. The kid quickly ran off to fetch his book.

"You ever considered basketball?" I heard [Y/n] quip. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or complementing me.

"Too boring. Besides I don't like people telling me what to do" I shrugged, walking towards him. I hung my arm around his shoulders and I heard him sigh.

"What? Don't like being my personal arm rest?" I raised an eyebrow, eager for his response.

"I could care less, Patrick" He rolled his eyes. I licked my lips as I felt a smile creep on my face.

"I love it when you say my name," I whispered just loud enough for only the two of us to hear, "I can't wait to hear you scream it."

"Fuck off" He scoffed while putting a hand to my face.

He pulled away from me and disappeared into the hall of all the other students. I stood up straight letting out a small sigh. [Y/n] seemed different lately.

«-»

"So what? They beat you up and now suddenly you're all buddy-buddy now?"
I heard someone yell.

I looked up to try and tell where it's coming from. It was that Richie Tozier kid yelling at [Y/n].

I knew that [Y/n] liked to be alone during his lunch period but I just had to know where he was all the time. I can't let him out of my sights, not before knowing if he's real too. I watched intently as the scene went down. I perked up and smiled when I saw [Y/n] raise the little shit talker up. He definitely seemed angry but what for?

After dropping him, [Y/n] looked around the cafeteria, something he only does when he's anxious and left.

"How interesting" I hummed to myself before following him.

«-»

I wasn't suprised when I ended up following [Y/n] to the Kissing Bridge. He seemed to like this spot for some reason.

"Whatcha writing?" I snuck up from behind, resting my chin in between his neck and shoulder.

"You know no personal space do you?" He sighed.

"Nope. What's the paper for, I don't remember any homework" I quizzed some more.

"You wouldn't remember the homework even if we did have any" He laughed. I couldn't help but smile at his laugh.

"So what is it?" I pressed on, "Lemme see!" I snatched up the paper and jumped back.

I flipped it around a couple times to find any words that stuck out to me.
"Jesus your such a child, give it here!" He grabbed the paper back, "It's a job application."

He folded the paper neatly and tucked into his satchel.

"A job application? What do you need that for?" I raised an eyebrow.

"To apply for a job" He smirked. God how I wanted to prove he was real too.

"And what do you need to do that for? We can live off of daddy's money" I taunted.

He shook his head and scoffed.
"I'm not going to live off your parents money. I don't need to, I'm independent." He poked at my chest.

I loved how he emphasized words. He crossed his arms, clearly satisfied with himself. Now, because I'm not waiting til later. I grabbed his hand and quickly led him to the junkyard.

"Patrick why are you dragging me here?" [Y/n] groaned. I didn't answer, I just continued pulling.

"Why are we back here?" He quizzed, "Are you finally gonna tell me what this awful smell is?" He covered his nose and mouth with a hand.

"You sure ask a lot of questions" I smiled, remembering the conversation I overheard earlier.

He glared at me but then smiled. He had such a soft smile. Something within me, deep down, had hoped that he really was real.

"I want to show you something" I told him, slowly walking towards my fridge.

I didn't let go of his hand, not until I knew what his reaction was. I needed to know he wasn't going to go run to the police and claim that I'm insane.

However, he never actually protested to holding my hand, aside from a few odd looks. I opened it and quickly took a step back. I knew I had a proud smile but I refused to look at [Y/n], even though every bit of me wanted to. I could tell his weight had shifted and I tightened my grip on his hand.

"No running away." I thought, still refusing to look at him.

"May I?" I heard from beside me.

"What?" I finally looked at him.

"Could I take a closer look?" He asked.

I quickly took my hand back and stuffed both in my pockets, "Yeah sure, go ahead."

He looked intently at the inside contents of the fridge. After he was done looking he turned back to me.

"You did all of this?" He gestured to behind him.

"Yeah," I answered skeptically, "You gonna go run to the police about it?" I look a big step forward, just a couple inches away from [Y/n].

"No. I don't to care what you do in your free time, that's none of my business." He shrugged, walking past me.

I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him close to me.

"You really are different," I whispered, "You're real."

A/N
I apologize for such a wait with this chapter and I apologize that it may not be it's best. Life has been keeping me busy and I've been pretty burnt out lately. Thank you for supporting this fanfic and more chapters will be coming, hopefully, soon.