Like A Pheonix - peterick fic

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~Time skip to the next day at school~

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(pete pov)

It's finally the end of the day. Almost everyone has already left, but I was on the other side of the school and I haven't found any of my friends. I had barely any lessons with patrick today, or any of my other friends for that matter. I just wanted to see one of them.

my luck goes up as I turn the corner, and run into Patrick.
I feel my heart rate pick up slightly as I see him at the end of the corridor, getting something out of his locker. I smile and pace over to him, but he's not seen me yet. As I get closer, I notice his lips are moving, even though he's alone. Is he talking to himself? I slow down as I get nearer, now not wanting to be seen. I want to know what he's saying to himself. Is that creepy? Probably.

I'm almost directly behind patrick now, and I realise I was quite wrong. He isn't talking to himself.
He's singing.
I stay silent, and just listen to him. I recognise it, he's singing a David Bowie song.

It's a god awful small affair
For the girl with the mousy hair
For her mommy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen
And now she walks through a sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's up to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore,
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors, fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the law man, beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man, I wonder if he'll ever know?
He's in the bestselling show
And is there life on Mars?

I'm speechless. Patrick's voice is just incredible. I've never heard anything like it. The musicians on the radio? They are nothing compared to Patrick. My patrick.

Wait. Not my patrick. Just patrick. He's not mine.

But God, a boy can dream.

I am quickly shoved out of my daydream, quite literally, when Patrick abruptly turns around and knocks into me. Ah. I may have forgot to move out of the way.
Or tell him I was there.
he yells as he falls into me, and we both hit the floor.

He lands on top of me, with my back to the ground. I look up at him, and I can't stop the flashback. The flashback of when I first officially met him. The same day when I learned his name was Patrick. When I first walked to class with him, and when I first sat next to him. a pretty great day.
Oh wait, reality check.

"So uh," I murmured, not really knowing what to say.
"This rings a bell" Patrick laughs, and i couldn't help but laugh too.
"I still can't believe Ryan and Brendon shoved me into you that day" Patrick chuckles lightly, slowly moving off of me and sitting with his back to the lockers.

"Hey, I'm glad. I think I may have to thank them." I say, smiling at the blush that rises to Patrick's cheeks at the comment I made. I sit up slightly and lean back on my arms, not bothering to actually sit up.

"They only did it because I told them you were staring at me that morning." Patrick mumbled, smiling to himself at the memory. He began to fiddle with his hands, not really knowing what to say after he brought that up.

"W-were you staring at me?" Patrick asks quietly. I feel my heart jump. Crap. Well I wasn't expecting to be having this conversation 2 minutes ago.

"Um, well uh, yeah. I was." I say softly.

Silence.

"Can I ask why?"

Patrick looks up at me then, curiosity in his eyes. How does he not see how perfect he is? but without a second thought, I let the words fall out of my mouth.

"because I thought you were beautiful."

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pls dont hurt me Ik I never update. Sorry. I've had loads of exams and homework recently, and in the summer I was mainly focusing on my other SRAR peterick fic.
Anyways, I don't usually do song lyrics in stories, but I've recently learned how to play life on Mars, and Patrick's cover of it is insanely good.