Patrick was on top of him, and not in the way he'd prefer. Pete pressed himself lower into the sandy ground and struggled to avoid the hook his best-friend-turned-weapon-of-the-enemy was trying to impale him with. He felt a bit sick when he realised how far Patrick had knocked his bass blade- it was entirely unreachable from his current position, lying useless in the corner of his vision.
This was it, wasn't it? Patrick was going to kill him. The person he'd take a bullet for was now behind the metaphorical trigger. Fuck.
Just as he was ready to accept his fate, a stray thought popped into his head. A *really* stupid thought. Like, this would probably get him killed even in ordinary circumstances levels of stupid. But he was gonna die anyway, wasn't he? It was worth a shot.
Before Patrick could swing his bloodsoaked hook at him again, Pete lunged up and collided their mouths. Their teeth clanked together painfully, and their lips were gross and chapped, but it felt thrilling in a way Pete couldn't put into words. Sure he was still totally gonna get stabbed, but he might die happier.
To his shock, he felt Patrick relax into the kiss. Pete startled, opening his eyes to see Patrick's own staring back at him. They were blue.
They. Were. Blue.
Holy shit.
Neither of them moved, not wanting to break the kiss. Finally, Patrick sat up, pushing himself up with his hook and staring wide-eyed at the other.
"Pete? How did you just do that?"
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A Little Less Brutal Murder, A Little More Touch Me
FanfictionPatrick has been brainwashed by Silence The Noise, and it seems like nothing can stop them. But what if Pete found a way to bring his best friend (?) back, at least for a while? A Peterick written in collaboration with my best friend @Revolutionary...
