Like A Pheonix - peterick fic

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-time skip a week later-

(Pete pov)

A new state, a new town, a new school.
How fun.
To be honest, Chicago doesn't look that bad. Just... different. But I am kind of annoyed I had to leave all my friends. I mean, I was never popular, but I did have a circle of friends.
But at least I didn't have to leave a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Although on some level, I kind of wish I did. just so I could say I've been in a relationship. Because right now, I'm realising that this Chicago school may be different to back home, and it will be weird that I've never been in a relationship at the age of 16. Sure, I've done stuff with people, but it's never meant anything.

But to be honest, it's because I've never actually found someone I'm romantically attracted to. I've been sexually attracted to a whole load of people, but I've never been able to look at someone and want to just hold their hand. And I really want to.

Unfortunately, as much as I'd like to think that a new school brings new hope, nobody really likes the "weird emo".
So not many people tend to develop crushes on me.

But my thoughts come to an abrupt stop when my mom pulls up outside a school. My new school, apparently.

"Okay, Pete honey, here it is. I'll be here at the end of the day to pick you up, unless of course you make friends on the first day and want to walk home with them, then call me. Have a great day, and good luck!"
I said goodbye to my mom then shut the car door, watching her drive off. I felt like a little kid again, desperately wanting my mom to come back. But I shook myself out of it and turned around to face my new school, and walked towards what I hoped was the entrance.
As I continued to look around, this one boy caught my eye. He was wearing a trucker hat, black skinny jeans, a grey blink 182 shirt and black sneakers. Pretty dark clothes for such a innocent looking guy. He had chunky back glasses and strawberry blonde hair. This boy was actually really cute. But his eyes were fixed on the floor, barely looking up, so he seemed kind of shy. He just got cuter. I definitely wanted to know this boy.
And I definitely wanted to kiss this boy.

As I was looking at him, he noticed. He looked up briefly only to catch me staring right at him, and all I could do was smile slightly and wave. wow pete. Not creepy at all.
But the cute boy obviously didn't think so, because after a second, he smiles shyly back. And I couldn't help but notice his blushing.

And it was the cutest thing I've seen all week.

(Patrick POV)

Ugh, school. Another year of it. I think I'd rather binge Netflix.
Joe has just dropped me off at school, and I really would have preferred if he had just crashed the car. This is awful.
I make my way to the entrance, but I realise to do this I might actually have to stop staring at my shoes and look around to make sure I'm not walking into anyone. Reluctantly, I glance up, only to be met with the eyes from a boy I've never seen before.
It's a big school, so there would be a good chance I could have just missed him, but I would definitely have remembered this boy.

He had tanned skin and a slightly muscular build, and he was wearing almost all black clothing. He had black hair and a fringe that sweeped across his face and covered some of his eyes, which made me notice his eyeliner. Correction, his perfectly applied eyeliner. He must be some kind of artist, I had tried using it years ago and it looked like a toddler had picked up the pencil. I then noticed his smile. It was only a small one, but just the fact that he was smiling at me was a big deal. I have a quick internal debate with myself about whether or not to smile back, but his smile does eventually win me over. I smile quickly back, automatically feeling the heat rush to my face. Great. I pray he doesn't notice and quickly rush off to find Brendon, to tell him about my small encounter with possibly the most attractive boy I've ever seen in my entire freaking life.