The Boy With The Glasses ＊ A Peterick AU

seven: pictures

"Good morning beautiful." Patrick said as I walked into the coffee shop. I smiled as I walked over to him before sitting down in my usual seat, Patrick across from me like always. "Morning." I mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Sleepy?" Patrick asked, pushing my order towards me.

I thanked him with smile before speaking up. "I'm not working today, so I slept in a little later. But I'm still tired." I replied, taking a sip of my coffee. A content sigh leaving my lips. "Lucky for you, I'm not working either." Patrick said, taking a sip of his own drink.

"And why would that be lucky for me?" I teased, raising my eyebrow. "Because now we can spend the day together." Patrick blushed. "I mean, if you want. You don't have to. It's your day off and I don't want to annoy you." He added quickly, his face turning red in embarrassment.

"Trick it's okay, I'd love to spend the day with you." I smiled, reaching out to touch our hands together. He smiled in relief, his hand taking mine. I watched as the pad of his thumb rubbed over my knuckles, warming up my cold skin. "I like it when you call me that, it's cute." Patrick whispered, causing me to look up at him.

His eyes were staring into mine, the light shining through the window making them a light greenish-grey colour. "Do you want to go on a walk?" He asked, glancing out the window. Today was one of the warmer days. The sun was bright and shining, bringing out the colour in all the leaves that covered the ground, and the few that were still on the trees.

It rained last night, so the street was shining with water. A few droplets were still on the windows, a few even dripping from balconies and roofs. As cars drove they weaved a bit to avoid the puddles of water on the road, not wanting to splash the people on the sidewalks.

"I'd love to."

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Patrick and I were now sitting on a park bench, the same one we sat on a couple days ago. We were sitting in a comfortable silence, just watching the different people scattered around the park. Some kids were playing on the playground, their parents sitting on the benches, the moms gossiping as the dads talked about last nights football game.

Some people were jogging through the park, others sitting on benches and reading books or throwing breadcrumbs to pigeons. "It's so peaceful here." I sighed, leaning against the green wooden bench. "It is, I could sit here for hours." Patrick agreed, his eyes focused on a small pigeon hopping around.

"It's almost twelve, we've literally been sitting here for almost three and a half hours." Patrick said, checking his phone for the time. "Holy shit, what were we even talking about." I chuckled. "We started talking about our hobbies, then all the pets we've had, then I think we talked about balloons then we talked about food." He shrugged, a goofy smile on his face.

"Do you want to go get some lunch? I'm starving." I asked, standing up and stretching my legs. "Sure, I'm dying for a hot dog." Patrick said, standing up and following me. We talked about random things as we walked to the hot dog cart by the park entrance. We stood in line behind a few people, the two of us close to the road.

"So why did you ge-" Patrick started talking but was cut off when a big truck drove through a puddle a few feet away from us, causing water to splash all over Patrick and I. Most of it drenched Patrick, while only the bottom of my pants got wet. "Holy shit, I thought this only happens in movies." Patrick shivered.

"Oh my god, Patrick you need to go take a shower and get changed. You could get hypothermia out here." I said, taking his cold hand. "My apartment is a block from here," He said, pointing in the direction of the coffee shop. "Okay, let's go. I don't want you to get sick." I said, leading the way.

Once we got to Patrick's apartment building he got out his keys, his hand shivering from the cold. He unlocked the door and we walked into the building before stopping in front of his apartment. He unlocked that door too before walking in, I followed close behind him.

His apartment was exactly how I imagined it; bookshelves lined the walls, big cushioned sofas were in the middle of the room, facing a big tv. Stacks of movies were next to it, ranging from Star Wars to The Notebook. Pictures were scattered around the place, some of what I assumed was Patrick's family, and others of different sceneries.

"I'm going to go take a shower, so feel free to make yourself at home." He smiled before waddling down the hall to the bathroom and shutting the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down on it, sinking into the soft cushions. I decided to just watch some tv, so I grabbed the tv remote off of the coffee table and turned on the tv. It was on an episode of Dr. Phil, so I just watched that.

Fifteen minutes later the episode ended, leaving me bored once again. I looked through the channels, not finding anything interesting so I just turned off the tv. I stood up and looked around the room again, seeing a small table with cameras in the corner of the room. Patrick must be into photography, I thought as I walked over to it.

There were a few different cameras, some being brand new Cannon and Nikon ones, others being old Polaroid and film cameras. Next to those were a few photo albums, so I picked one up and looked through it. There were mostly pictures of Patrick's family, others were pictures of random things he came across. Like trees, lakes, buildings, stuff like that.

I put that one down and picked up the other one. As I took it in my hands a few loose pictures fell out, I bent down and picked them up, my stomach dropping as I did. One of the pictures was of me a few years ago, when I went to Italy with my family. Another was of me at Christmas, holding the new bass my parents had gotten me.

And the last one was of me sleeping.

"Pete, what are you doing." Patrick's voice startled me before I quickly spun around to face him. "What the fuck is this?" I demanded, holding up the pictures. Patrick's face fell, his eyes wide as his mouth opened and closed, trying to find words. "I swear, it's not what you think." He said, his hands up in defence.

"Oh really? Then what the fuck is it? You have pictures of me in your house. One of them is of me sleeping! How did you even get that?" I yelled, holding up the picture. "I can explain," he said, his voice desperate as he took a step towards me. "No, just fuck off and don't talk to me. Ever." I said, grabbing my jacket and hurrying out of the apartment.

I could hear Patrick calling my name but I ignored him and ran out of the building. I ran all the way home, stopping to catch my breath as I made it to my front door. I unlocked the door and hurried inside before going into my apartment. Hemingway greeted me at the door but I walked past him and into my room before falling into my bed.

What the fuck just happened.

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Author's Note:

Well that escalated quickly