Patrick wakes up early, stretching and rubbing at his eyes. He notices that Pete's not in bed, then hears humming from downstairs and dishes being rattled. Patrick smiles, then remembers the present and grabs the supplies from the bottom drawer of his dresser and locks himself in the bathroom.
He observes himself in the mirror, trying to picture the before and after and how amazed Pete's going to be when he sees for himself. But Patrick thinks it's going to be a while before that. He has a lot of work that needs to be done.
He places the eyeliner on the counter, along with the dark, ripped clothing, jewelry, and combat boots. He takes a step back, admiring what he has prepared. He smiles and hops in the shower, starting the water. He has a quick but thorough wash, making sure every part of himself was completely clean.
He dries himself off and throws the towel onto the rim of the bathtub, then goes to the counter where the clothes are. He traces the edge of the smooth leather material with his thumb and index finger. Pete had always told him that he should wear skinny jeans because he's "incredibly hot in them", but Patrick usually ignored it and stuck with the normal blue denim he was used to. He nearly regret that decision the moment he slid them on. Pete was right. They were really fucking comfortable and slimmed you down a little, something Patrick always favored in clothing. He laces his studded black belt through the loops and then quickly tugs the shirt on. He puts on the boots and laces them, pulling them tight. He carefully places the choker around his neck, soon after noticing the startling contrast of the black necklace to his pale skin. He had a few nights ago gotten his right ear pierced with a black stud, but has been careful about keeping it from Pete. He had also got a lip ring, black just like everything else. He put the piercings in gently, still not used to the sensation. He slips the skeleton cuff onto his wrist, and the black steel rings on his fingers. He looks in the mirror at himself and gasps a little. He had never, ever, thought he would wear this much black but boy, was he wrong. But he was proud of it, and couldn't wait to see Pete's face. He smiles and picks up the eyeliner, very cautiously applying it to the top eye lid and then the bottom of his eye, afterwards doing the same to the other. He takes two fingers and smears it lightly. He adds a few squirts of axe and runs his hand through his hair, attempting to give it a somewhat messy look. He takes one final look in the mirror and grins. With a deep breath, he walks down the hall and back into the bedroom.
"Pete, can you come up here for a minute?" He yells from the top of the staircase. As soon as he hears footsteps, he rushes over to the bed and casually sits atop it, legs slightly spread. Pete walks in, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"I was making breakfast, asshole, wh-"
Pete stares at the incredible sight on their bed, wide eyed.
Patrick smiles.
