Sanity (Peterick)

15

Patrick's POV

"...what do you mean?" I ask, lifting my head from his shoulder. I don't know why I said that, he couldn't of been anymore clear with what he said. He was in love with me. Oh my god.

"Well, I've always thought you were really sweet and cute and I guess I didn't really figure out my feelings for you, until lately..." Pete said, smiling hopefully at me.

I think I was blushing now, I don't really know what to say. I've been questioning if I was in love with him for a while, but I never made up my mind.

"Remember when you kissed me that one time, you know, out of curiosity?" He said. I nodded. "That's gotta be when I realized, because ever since then, I've noticed every single adorable thing you do,"

"I'm really flattered, but why would you fall in love with me?"

"Because your so freaking cute!" He said and I laughed out of awkwardness. "See, its stuff like that, I love your laugh,"

"Pete, are you really sure this is how you feel?"

"I'm so sure, Patrick, I promise. This is more than a 'crush'," he said, but then his face got serious, "but I have to ask how you feel about all this,"

"I umm.. I don't know. A relationship would be complicated cuz of my condition. Wouldn't it bother you? I know you don't want to date a six year old,"

"He's not legitimately a six year old, and I'm not bothered by your disorder. Plus, I know you'll be able to get better one day," he turned off the radio and we sat on his bed.

"But what if I never get better?" That's a question I ask myself all the time.

"I believe in you, man. One day I know you can overcome this," I smiled at him. "So.. What do you say?" He asked softly.

I thought about it. This was a big decision. I've never actually dated someone before, which is probably not a good thing considering that I'm eighteen. To be honest, I might even feel the same way for him. Maybe if become his boyfriend, I will find out for sure.

"I think we can make it work," I said with a smile.

"Oh my god, yes!! Patrick I love you, I love you so much!" He hugged me a little too tightly. I didn't mind though, he was so overjoyed. He pulled out of the hug with his hands on my shoulders. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" He said with a big smiley face. "I know it's soon but-" I already decided to lean in to kiss him.

It wasn't as short as last time, in fact it was a very long kiss. We parted our faces to take a breath,

"I'm sorry, I'm not very experienced at this," I said.

"It's okay, you're doing awesome. Again?"

"Yes,"

He pushed me down so that we were both lying on the bed. He tasted like sugar, probably because all the sweets at the Christmas party. I liked it though.

He pulled his face away from mine again and looked down at my sweater.

"You know.. we should probably take Brendon's sweater's off now," Pete says. I looked down at it, I totally forgot I was wearing it.

"I agree," We sat up and pulled the sweaters over our heads. We were wearing shirts underneath, by the way. "You know, maybe we should've given these to Tyler and Josh," I said.

"The guys at the party who really liked them?"

"Yeah,"

"Yeah I was thinking that, but I don't know how Brendon would feel about that,"

"Oh, true,"

"So... Do you want to continue?"

"Hmm.. Why not?"

We lied back down and he pressed his lips against mine for the third time. He must really like me if he's willing to do it this much.

This kiss is starting to get pretty intense. All of a sudden Pete is reaching for the top button on my shirt. I start to get a little tense, but I let him keep going.

He starts unbuttoning down my shirt. He's nearly halfway there when I pull my face away.

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"Umm.. You're unbuttoning my shirt,"

"Oh.. I didn't think you'd mind," he starts trying to button them back up for me. I put my hand on his to stop him.

"It's okay... I'm just nervous,"

"Don't be, I won't hurt you," he smiled at me.

I still am scared anyway. I never want anyone to see me with my shirt off. I think I have a hint of what Pete's getting to here, and that's not helping me stay calm. In fact it's making it worse. I mean, I want to do this, but I don't know how.

I let him go all the way down my shirt. He started to pull my button up shirt off of me, but I stopped him again.

"Wait.."

"Huh?"

"I don't know if I'm ready for you too see me.. without a shirt on,"

"Patrick.. Are you being self conscious?" He said in a kinda teasing-ish but caring-ish way.

"Um, I think so,"

"Listen, would it help if I did it first?" He asked.

"Yeah,"

So he pulled his t shirt over his head of black and red hair. I watched him as he got up and put his shirt in the laundry basket. I started to feel a little turned on by seeing him without a shirt on. Maybe that was good in this situation.

He sat back down on the bed at looked straight into my eyes.

"Alright dude, your turn,"

I sat up straight on the bed. I didn't want to take too long, otherwise I might kill the mood. So I got to it. I took off my shirt in front of Pete, but I don't know if I'll regret this or not.

I crossed my arms and hunched over a bit. I really was not sure about this, I hope he's not disappointed in what he sees.

Pete put his hands on my shoulders and readjusted me. "There you go," he said and smiled. "You look so nice, don't be embarrassed,"

"Thanks," I more mouthed that said aloud.

"So then, do you know where this is headed?" Pete said.

"I think I might know,"

"So do you want to do it?"

"Yeah, but you should know that I've never properly done something like this before,"

"Its okay, I've never had sex with a guy before,"

"I guess this'll be new for both of us," I said.

He pushed me down back onto the bed once more. "It sure will,"

Authors note

Okay, okay, let's be real. Does anyone here want me to be graphic with the next scene? Or should I skip it. I need to know your opinion before I start to write the next chapter. Thanks in advance!

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