Sick (Peterick AU)

Then You Called and Changed it all, Doll

Oml okay so I originally had two ideas for this chapter and I did write the other one out but I think I'm gonna save that for a different day.

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"Trick," Pete calls after me as he tries to catch up and follow me. I'm walking fairly fast today; I don't entirely know why. I'm just happy, I guess.

I turn to see that Pete has a swing in his step as well. This just makes my heart swell with excitement. Happy Pete is my favorite Pete. Pete is my favorite Pete, who am I kidding.

He slides to a stop next to me. As I begin to turn and take my original direction, Pete decides to loop his arm through mine and take me back toward the West wing of the hospital.

What is he up to? And where is he taking me? A few questions pop up along the way, but I decide that they'll all be answered when it happens.

He guides me to a tiny nook with a vending machine and three plush lounge chairs. This is supposed to be a waiting room. This was where Pete and I had our first real conversation.

My stomach flutters when I think about that night. I was beginning to feel something, to feel happy again. It had been a while since anything like that had happened.

When we're both sat across from each other, him in his corner seat, myself in the one next to the window, I turn to him.

"How've you been," I ask him.

He cocks an eyebrow with a low smirk. "I've been great, you?"

"Pretty good." I smile and narrow my eyes at him. He is so cute when he's like this. There is silence, but its not awkward like it would've been seven months ago.

Dang. Seven months.

It's strange that in just seven months, someone who was originally described as orphic can become so transparent. It's amazing. It's beautiful. I love it.

"Okay," Pete breaks the silence. "So, this might seem a little awkward, considering we haven't really known each other for very long..." Seven months seems like a long time to me. I let him continue. "But- god, alright. Screw it... Patrick," the use of my full name catches me off guard. "Do you like me?"

"Yes," the word comes out of my mouth without my permission. Granted, it is the truth, but I don't really want to seem eager. What if he's just asking because he's curious? What if I'd made it obvious and Pete's just making sure?

"I like you too," he carefully responds. He speaks as though his words are glass, as if they might fall and shatter on their way to me, and I hear the wrong thing. Now, though, he says nothing.

His last few words encase me, keeping me warm. I like you too. His voice feels like home, and I'm left wondering if this is all a dream. This is far too much a fairy tale for it to be real.

But it is real.

And I am here, as well as Pete. This is real, and we've both just admitted to liking the other. So now what?

"Fuck it," I hear these words, but before I can really process what they mean, someone is on top of me in the chair. Pete, is on top of me.

Pete is kissing me.

It's a soft kiss, simple. But the meaning behind it is so complex that it forces me to stop thinking, to just feel.

He stops quickly, and searches my eyes for direction. Whether to stop, or to keep going. God, please keep going.
He does, he kisses me again, this time more feverishly. Though, all the same, making me forget everything else.

If I were to die just now, this is exactly how I'd want to go; kissing Pete Wentz like nothing else is happening. Pete Wentz kissing me like nothing else is happening.

This is amazing.

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Ah okay so another short chapter, but tbh I rlyrly like where this is going.

stay safe and stay street ✌