Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

Can I Sleep With You?

{I'm just update twice tonight}
[Patrick's POV]
He let me stay the night, and as long as I needed. He gave me the extra room, I thanked him and he said it was no problem. I told him everything that had led up to my mom going mental, he understood. He once had an uncle like that. His name was Steve. Crazy Uncle Steve. He used to hit Pete's cousins until Pete's parents stopped him.

So here I am now, in my teachers house, in a guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling for god knows how many hours. I can't sleep! I'm not tired, Pete went to his room, I went to this one. He helped me unpack some stuff I'd brought. The the  necessities, my Donatello stuffed turtle, one of Michael Jackson's albums, my phone, the Ghostbusters movie on DVD, my fedora, homework, book, coat, and the picture of my dad and I.

Pete's letting me barrow some clothes and pajamas while I stay with him, it may be awhile. I sigh as I stare intently at the ceiling. I try closing my eyes, but all I see is my mom telling me how worthless I am. Then her punches hitting me, fist after fist after fist. I am worthless, she's right.

I force my eyes open and jolt in the bed. I obviously wasn't get any sleep tonight. I turned over and grab my Donatello, he is as tall as the length of my arms, I pull him close to me and close my eyes once more. I love this stuffed animal, not only because it's freaking Donatello the Ninja Turtle, but because it was from my dad. Sometimes, if I focus enough, I can still smell the scent of my father on Donatello. I know that sounds weird, but it relaxes me.

I think happy thoughts, music, my friends, my dad. I feel myself calming down, I breathe in and out deeply and slowly. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, my happiness turns into horror. An image of my mother is in my head again, she is yelling at me. Yelling awful things. I finally give up and open my eyes. Donatello is still in my arms. I'm sweating and on the verge of tears. I look to the clock and see the time. 12:45. Pete's gotta be awake. It's still really early.

I sit up in the bed and hug Don again, I decide to bring him with me. I pull the duvet off me and slip some light baby blue slippers on, then begin walking I over to Pete's room. I see a faint glow coming out his door.

I creak his door open slightly and see him on his laptop. I open the door gently and it makes an extremely loud creaking noise. Pete looks over to the door and smiles. "Hi." I say waving, still holding Don in my right arm. "Hey." Pete says in a groggy voice, he sounds tired. His hair is a mess and five o'clock shadow beard had already made its way onto his face.

"I can't sleep." I said, Pete shifted over to the right side of the bed and patted the open space next to him. "Here," he said. "You can sit here until you're tired." I nod. "Can I sleep with you?" I ask, as I make my way to the bed. Pete shrugs. "I don't know-" I cut him off while I begin to climb under the duvet still hugging Donatello. "Please?"

He smiles. "Okay, fine. I'll let you." I grin and hug him. "Thanks Pete! I lo-" I stop myself, but he finishes for me. "I love you too Patrick." He plants a kiss onto my forehead and shuts his laptop.

The room goes dark and I pull myself next to Pete. After a couple minutes, he's asleep. I listen to him breathe, counting each breath. Now, I could fall asleep.