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

Mr. Walker

[Patrick's POV]
I woke up the next morning to the sound of Billie Joe Armstrong as my alarm. It was blaring Welcome To Paradise by, odviously, Green Day. I groaned lifted my heavy head off my pillow, I had been laying face first down, and brushed the tangled mess of my hair that had fallen into my face over night out of my eyes.

I wiped the sleep out my eyes and opened the slightly. My room was dark and the only light source was the sliver of sunlight peeking between my two blue curtains. I turned over and sat up. I hated school. At least it was Thursday, one more day until Friday! Thank god.

I crawled of of my bed and landed with a loud hard thud onto the wooden floor. I picked myself up and rubbed my head in pain. Why'd I do that?

I walked to the dresser and grabbed my red argyle sweater and some blue jeans. I brushed my hair and then placed my glasses onto my face. I searched for the perfect fedora, since I had like ten of them. I finally decided on my plain black one with a grey ribbon around the top.

I found some shoes and did a quick check in the mirro, adjusting any small things I'd missed, then opened my curtains, made my bed, walked into the hall, shut my door, and ran downstairs.

I rushed past Pete, who was making a pancake, and opened the cupboards. "Woah, why the hurry there Speedy Gonzales?" He said, as I frantically searched for my cereal. I shrugged and kept looking.

"I'll make you a pancake if you'd like." He offered, I shook my head and found my cereal. "I'm okay, but thanks for offering." I replied smiling, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk, then got a bowl from the other cupboard.

I poured the cereal, then milk, and stirred. I sat at the crappy falling apart wooden table and began to eat. After Pete had finished his pancake making, he sat across from me. He poured syrup onto the fluffy brown pancake, the cut it up. After that, he began to eat it.

We talked for a while, more like ten minutes, but it was really nice. By each day I was getting to know him better, it was so great! Yet, by each day, I kept falling for him too.

I told him my favorite movie, singer, band, color, food, activity, flower, and even my favorite animal. And, the best part was, he listened! He really, truly did! I was able to keep his full attention, and he would interact with the things I said. Sometimes replying, or returning the question to me! He was so nice.

Once it was time for us to leave, we cleaned up, grabbed our stuff, and headed to the car. On our way to school we both talked about the most random things! It was really cool to have someone in your life that you could do that with.

Once we arrived, we both went to Pete's classroom first, then I went to drop my stuff off at my locker, then returned to the room. Since it was really early, only teachers were there. It was really quiet in the school, it was kind of scary to be honest.

Pete worked on his computer while I read. I heard someone knock on the door. "Come in." Pete said, not once looking away from his screen. Footsteps came in. I looked up and saw it was a tall man in a black suit with dark black sunglasses on, so dark you couldn't see his eyes.

Now Pete looked up. "Can I help you?" He asked, the man nodded. He held up a badge showing Pete. "My name is Tim Walker, from Child Protective Services, are tou Peter Lewis Kingston Went the Third? I had a tip from someone that says you have Mr. Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump in your possesion? Mr. Wentz, I am afraid if you do not return this kid back to his mother before next week, we will have to take the child away and have you locked up. Do you understand?" Mr. Walked asked sternly.

Pete's face grew upset, I could tell. "I'm sorry Mr. Walker, but you must have made a mistake, I am keeping Mr. Stump safe for a while in my home. I have his consent and his mother is just awful towards him! She abuses him! Verbally and physically. She goes out to clubs, gets drunk, has sex with random people, and passes out randomly in front of Patrick! That must be horrifying! If anyone should be locked up, it's her." Pete stated.

I smiled. "Okay Mr. Wentz, my team and I will look into that. I will have the police investigate and if we find out she is, we will have his father take care of hi-" I cut him off. "My father's, um, dead." I said quietly, Mr. Walker's eyebrows rose. "Oh. Then, Mr. Stump, who would you like to be your legal guardian. It says you have no family close by and you have no grandparents on your mom's side of what we know of." He said, I nodded, I knew who I wanted to be my guardian.

"Mr. Wentz. I would like him to be my guardian. He's the only person who's really been there for me in all this. Please Mr. Walker, I trust him. He took me in when I was at my very worst." I begged, Mr. Walker nodded slowly.

"Okay, but only if we have proof of your mother abusing you. I can't just arrest someone beca-" I pulled up my sleeve and purple, brown, etc. bruises trailed up and down my arm. Mr. Walker took off his sunglasses and his eyes grew wide. He came close to my arm and stared at them for a while.

"I will have the police go to her house today." He said, now putting his glasses back on. Pete nodded, he had stood up at this point. "Thank you Mr. Walker." Mr. Walker shook Pete' hand and Pete did the same. "You do realize you have to sign a few couple papers, right Mr. Wentz?" Mr. Walker added, Pete nodded.

"They will all be worth it to help Patrick." I smiled, I couldn't ask for a better guy.

Yet just out of the corner of my eye, I could see someboy leaning against the doorway, somebody familiar. Miles.