Like A Pheonix - peterick fic

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(Pete pov)

I can't believe my luck. Patrick and I have almost every class together. We sit next to each other in music, english and French, and he always makes me smile. Sometimes unintentionally. It's been a month since I started the new school, and a month since I met my best friend.

He introduced me to some of his other friends, and they are all pretty cool. There's obviously Brendon and Ryan, which are always poking and smirking at patrick whenever I'm around. I thought it was pretty weird, but patrick said to ignore it because they're just strange people.

Then he introduced me to jon, Spencer and Dallon. Again, all nice guys. Jon is always wearing flip flops and doesn't hesitate to ask if you want weed, Spencer feels like the parent of the group because he's seems to be looking out for anyone, and dallon is taller than a fucking giraffe, but a very kind giraffe.
But none of them even begin to compare to patrick.

Patrick is the best. He always tells me how boring and quiet he is, and he often asks me why I even want to be friends with him, and I just reply with a a shrug, a smile, and then a bear hug. It's not that hard to figure out, it's just patrick. We just get each other.
It sounds much more normal and much less cliché in my head.

But right now, we are sat on my bedroom floor working on a english project.
And I just can't stop thinking about him.

"PETE" patrick said, waving his hand in front of my face wildly.
"Huh? Yeah?" I respond, shaking myself out of my thoughts.
"You were daydreaming for so long, I thought you had actually fell asleep with your eyes open."
Patrick laughed, and I smiled and laughed along, hoping the blush didn't show. He doesn't need to know I was daydreaming about him.

"Oh, sorry about that" I scratch the back of my neck nervously. Come on Pete, pull yourself together. Don't screw this up.
"You want anything to eat?" I ask Patrick, hoping this will make him forget my embarrassingly long daydream.
He pauses for a moment, before looking up and nodding his head. "Sure, what do you have?" He asks.
"You know, with it being my house and all, you would think I'd know?" I smile, and patrick laughs at me. I stand up and so does he, and we make our way downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen and head over to the fridge. Patrick stands next to me for a moment, before spotting an empty counter top and he hops onto it. He turns to face me, and blushes when he finds me already staring.
"What are you doing?" I laugh, gesturing to his swinging legs and you know, him sitting on the counter.
"What? I knew you were going to take years, and I wanted to be comfy as the seasons changed." Patrick smirked.
"Oh yeah? Well maybe I'm only going to take a few minutes to decide what I want, then you are going to look like a fool!" I say, fake hurt, trying not to laugh.
"Oh please, seasons change, but people don't. Especially you!" Patrick replied. (heh)

Just as I'm about to comment on the sass, I hear the door open.
Great. My mom is home.

"Pete? You home sweetie?" I hear my mom call from the hallway. I cringe, hear patrick stifle a laugh next to me, and I open my eyes and glare at him. He just bites his lip, dangerously close to losing it. Then he silently mouths,
"Sweetie?"
I lightly hit his shoulder and go to meet my mom in the hall, and as I'm walking off I hear patrick laughing.

It's a good thing that dork is cute or he'd be dead by now.

"Hey mom" I say, leaning against the door. She looks up and smiles at me, then looks past me at Patrick.
"Hey honey- oh you didn't tell me you were having friends round?"
"Oh yeah sorry mom I forgot- it's for an english project. But I've told you about patrick."
I say the last part slightly quieter to my mom, because it's kind of an embarrasing thing for your new best friend to hear. That you like them so much you end up talking about them to your mom.
It's not usually what teenage boys do.

My mom seems to pick up on it though, and we walk into the kitchen. Patrick has jumped off the counter, and is now just awkwardly standing by the fridge. I send him a reassuring smile.

He's told me he's not too great with meeting new people, and his social anxiety can make him really nervous. I told my mom this a few days earlier, I really hope she remembers.
But luckily, it seems she has.
"Hello Patrick, I'm Pete's mom! It's so lovely to meet you, I've heard about you quite a bit"
My mom smiles. I internally face palm, and try not to repeatedly bang my head against the table. It seems she's remembered to help him with his anxiety, but completely forgot the whole 'don't tell him I almost constantly talk about him' deal. Wonderful.

I dare a glance over at Patrick, to see him blushing and smiling, and he's looking at me. I shoot him a smile, internally very pleased he's not running out of the house.

I try and block out the talking and just focus on Patrick. He looks at me too, and just for a moment, everything goes quiet. I can't hear my mom. I can't hear the cars driving past outside. I can't hear the little radio in the corner. I can't hear any of it. all I can think, and all I can see, is patrick.

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my updating is so bad oh my god. I am so sorry.

Also i am so sorry this chapter is such a mess and ik it's super long but it's almost 1am so shush