Happiness (Peterick)

one

Patrick sighs as he walks through the dark, dimly lit airport terminal. His flight to Ireland leaves as soon as the whopping number of three passengers board. No one goes to Ireland at three in the motherfucking morning.

He thinks back to a week ago when he was forced away from his home and life in Chicago to live with his uncles in Wyoming, who are now sending him to a boarding school in Ireland. They claimed to have too many adopted children to deal with.

Patrick doesn't blame them for sending him away. They don't need a rebellious teenager to corrupt their precious little sixteen year old Samuel. Funny how they don't know their sweet little son fucks every girl he can get his hands on and doesn't give a shit about any of his younger siblings.

He's finally reached the end of the stupid terminal, taking one of his earphones out so he can hear what the flight attendants say. One of them calls him a cutie and tells him he can sit wherever he chooses.

She's cute. A little slutty, but she's got a nice rack, so she can be. He's more of an ass guy himself, but he appreciates a good rack when he sees one. She can't be over thirty, seeing as there's no wrinkles beside her mouth when she smiles at him. Probably fucking the pilot, if he had to guess.

Patrick takes the window seat in the very back right, glad to be alone for the moment being. He lies his head against the cold window. What a way to spend Christmas Eve.

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"Merry Christmas, and welcome to Rockfort Preparatory School. Your name?" The man at the desk asks. He smiles at Patrick, and Patrick smiles back. He can't tell if it's fake or not.

"Patrick Stump, sir," Patrick says, using the manners his father taught him. The man smiles again.

"Your room is in the North Dorm. Room 305," He says and hands Patrick a key. "If you need any further help, please find any professor, and they will help you,"

Patrick huffs as soon as the cold air hits his skin again. He makes his way to his dorm using the signs. He doesn't see many people because, seriously, it's fucking Christmas. They're all probably at home with their rich families eating meals for fucking kings.

When Patrick finally finds his dorm room, he's not surprised to see that the other guy he's rooming with isn't there. But there's a water sitting on the night table between the two beds that's cold, and it might seem normal because it's freezing outside, but the dorm is hot.

There's absolutely no way his roommate could've left this bottle of water out two weeks ago, and it's still cold. He stops thinking about the damn water bottle and sheds a few layers of clothes.

He hangs his scarf and coat on the rack standing beside the door. He pulls his shirt off and slips into a pair of joggers before deciding to take a look around.

This is a boy's dorm, and it's Christmas Day. No one's going to care if he walks around without a shirt on, right? He can't be bothered enough to care.

He slips his phone in his pocket and locks the door behind him. Maybe he'll smoke really quick. He opens the door and slips a hoodie on before locking it and making his way to the courtyard to smoke.

He finds out that's not a good idea when a professor takes his pack away and scolds him for smoking on campus. He sighs because, seriously, that was the only pack he brought.

A guy approaches him. He's got a mini fro and is blowing smoke, a cigarette trapped between his fingers.

"Gotta be more careful with 'em, man," He says. He taps his pack and then opens it, handing Patrick one. Patrick raises an eyebrow but lights the cigarette anyways.

He blows out a puff of smoke before saying, "Thanks, dude. Patrick," He holds his hand out.

"Joe," The guy says. He doesn't shake his hand. "Hey, now, there's no teaches around. No need to be all proper, bro,"

Patrick just nods. "What room you in?" This is the first guy around his age Patrick's seen, so maybe this is his roommate.

"306. You?" Joe asks. Patrick curses mentally. This guy's cool and doesn't treat him as if he's the new guy on campus.

"305. Any idea who my roommate is?" Patrick tells him. Joe smirks at him.

"Course I know who your roommate is," Joe says. Patrick waits for him to say who it is. Joe laughs when Patrick raises an eyebrow and makes a gesture because he really wants to know. "Dun. Josh Dun,"

Patrick's eyebrows furrow. What kind of last name is Dun?

"Most of us call him Fun. He's a flaming homosexual, but he's cool about it. You'll find out quickly that most of us are," Joe says.

"When you say most of us, you mean.." Patrick trails off. Joe laughs again.

"Considering there's not many guys in this dorm, every one of them are at least half gay. I'm going to assume you aren't, though. So you're probably the only straight one," Joe explains. "I, myself, am pansexual, but I prefer guys,"

"Yeah, I'm straight. Definitely not homophobic, though," Patrick says. Joe laughs. "What's funny?"

"You're straight until you meet Hurley. Everyone's a slut for him," Joe says.

Patrick's eyebrows raise in confusion. "Hurley? What's special about him?"

"He's really fit. Into all that healthy shit. Never smoke or drank in his life before. He's got a boyfriend, though," Joe tells him.

"Who'd that be?" Patrick asks. Joe smiles.

"You're looking at him,"

I'm excited for this tbh

first boarding school au

patrick's immediate family's dead again so that sucks

he obviously hates the christmas holiday since a bunch of shit happened to him

he smokes

everyone's a slut for andy hurley (so basically real life)

joe and andy are a couple

everyone's gay except for patrick

josh dun is a flaming homosexual (who would've thought that)

okay so yeah seriously fucking excited