13 Going On 30 (Peterick)

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(A/n keep in mind that Patrick was thirteen in the nineties, so he doesn't know what an iPhone or gps is)

The meeting was sooooo boring. I wasn't really paying attention either. I was sneaking glances at the emo soccer kid look alike. His name is Pete.

He was staring at me the entire time. He didn't even try to hide it. Walking back to my house Andy started telling me about Joe and stuff.

"I told Joe, and he said it was better if you two took a break." I just nodded. I wasn't really sad, I didn't even know him. "And Pete was totally checking you out." He said.

"Was not."

"Yes, he was. He couldn't take his eyes off you." I smiled and blushed to myself. "And you should probably go back to fedoras, they look more professional." He said motioning to my hat. I nodded as I entered my apartment. Andy left.

I sat on my bed and looked around the room. There was a small flat box with a screen on it on the nightstand. I picked it up and looked at it. I pressed the big button on the front and the screen lit up and showed the time.

I ran my fingers along the edge looking for buttons. There were 3. Two didn't do anything, but the top one turned it back off. I swiped the black rectangle on the bottom and the screen changed. Fancy.

The phone made a noise and the top said 'text from unknown number'

I tapped on it and there was a blurb of words in a green talking bubble.

'Hey, it's Pete, we should hang sometime???'

I tapped the blank space and slowly typed a message back.

'Yeah, sounds cool.'

Bling!

'Tomorrow at six?'

'Yeah'

I put the phone down and smiled happily to myself. My now thirty year old self.