Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 6: Sunday morning church

~Patrick~
Arms were wrapped around me. I was warm, but not too warm. Were we still at my house? I don't remember going to Petes, but this was a much smaller bed than mine. Then, there was banging at the door. "Peter! Get up! Time for church!" Said someone. Pete started waking up, so I pretended to be asleep. I failed at this. "Patrick, I know you're awake" he said messing up my hair. I blushed slightly. "How you feeling?" He asked still laying with me. "A lot better." I said. "Good" he said before giving me a kiss on the forehead. He sat up and got out of bed. I still sat in bed watching him. He pulled off his shirt and turned to me. My eyes got big as I saw the purple mark on his collarbone. "What?" He asked. I kept my mouth covered with my hand. "What?" He asked again walking over to the mirror. I saw as his eyes got big. He rubbed the hickey to see if it was real. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I think it looks hot. We wear button ups anyway so none will know" I said. He smiled. "Ok. Now let's get dressed" he said unwrapping my arms from around him. He was wearing a button up, with a bow tie and a sweater. I was planning on just wearing my school uniform without my jacket. "My mom will freak if you wear a school tie" said Pete. "So what do I wear?" I asked. He pulled a box out of his closet. It was full of different types of ties. But not a single school tie. "Here. Let's put you in a bow tie" he said pulling one out that was a matching shade of red to his. It was a dark red, almost black. It was more burgundy, but I wasn't good with colors. He knew I didn't know how to tie it, so he pulled me close tying it for me. For a bit I watched his hands, but then I glanced up to his face. A moment later he looked up too. Before I knew it, his lips were pressed up against mine, and I lost all sense of reality. His lips like butter on a hot stove, melting against me. He moved his hands from my tie down to my waist, pulling me close to him. "Come on boys! Don't make me break down this door! Time for church! I want you dressed nicely with your hair slicked back!" Yelled Petes mom. He pulled away from me, but still had me close. "Ever slick back your hair?" He asked pulling away completely. I shook my head. He rolled his eyes. "Come on. Hair stuff is in the bathroom." He said pulling me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He got out a comb and a container of gel. After a few painful minutes, he let me look in the mirror. "I look nothing like me" I said checking myself out in the mirror. He did his hair too. "You look like a proper Christian boy my mom wants me to be friends with." He said. We made our down stairs. His mom and dad were waiting for us. "Don't you two look nice" said Petes mom. Pete gave her a sarcastic smile. "Why don't I take a picture of you two outside" she said. "Mom, we're already running late" said Pete. "Don't back talk me Peter. The good Lord will still be there when we get there. Now go stand in front of the tree" barked his mom. I followed Pete outside to a small tree that was growing in the middle of their front lawn. "Believe it or not, this is every Sunday. My mom always wants to take a picture when I'm all dressed up" he said. "It's sweet. At least you will have pictures to remember these moments. I don't think my family even has a camera" I said. Soon Petes mom was having us pose for the photograph. "Do something cute. Link your arms, hold hands, at least smile Peter" she said. Pete was not having it. It may seem like he was being overly sassy, but his mom treated him like a lap dog. She deserved every bit of sass she had coming to her. "Come on Pete" I said grabbing his hand. It made him smile just long enough for his mom to take a picture.

~Pete~
"Don't you two just look adorable" said my mom as we walked to the car. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again. My parents will kill us" I said to Patrick. "Your mom literally told us to hold hands. It wasn't like it was super extreme." He said. "I know, it's just, I, well, I don't want to lose you. Ya know. Kinda like you, and, ya know. Kinda want to stay with you." I said. He looked down. He was blushing. "Come on. Let's get in the car boys" said my dad. We had mini van. My mom wanted a big family, but she couldn't have any more kids after I was born. Hell, I was barely born. It's why my mom constantly treated me like her little baby, because once I'm gone, she's gonna have no kids left. My dad on the other hand, was the crazy religious one. Well, to start off with. I remember being a little kid and never going to church. And when I was six, after my mom had her final miscarriage, we were sitting at the front row. They put me in bible study, and I became a choir boy, had me transfer to a private school. My mom became overly religious, and my dad just backed off. Couldn't blame her though. It's how she dealt with her past. Dumping it all into the church. "So Patrick, Peter tells me you don't go to church regularly. Is there any reason for that" said my mom. "Uhh, I don't really know. I think my parents used to go to church, but stopped because I think something happened." Said Patrick. "Normally life changing events bring people to the church" said my mom. "I don't really know. I've brought church up a few times, but they always changed the subject" said Patrick. "Well, you are always welcome to come with us." Said my mom. The rest of the ride was silent. There was a blanket on the seat between Patrick and I. We were holding hands underneath it. Oh, we were so asking to get caught. Sleeping together, always closing the doors when we hung out, giving each other 'looks'. And if you don't know what a 'look' is, well, it's how to say, "I really want to kiss you right now" but only with your eyes. I hope as time goes on, we won't make as many mistakes. Just don't get caught. That's all you have to do to keep him.

Sitting in the front row. That was my family. My dad had ran a few red lights just to make it on time. Soon it was time for the youth choir to sing. I hated it. I had talked to the pastor so I could just play backup on the guitar. He liked the idea. A few times I looked down to Patrick. He looked like a lost puppy. My church wasn't that big. Pastor Carl knew everyone who walked through that door. "I see a new face up here in the front row" said Pastor Carl. "Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself" he continued. Patrick made his way up onto the stage. He looked extremely nervous. "What's your name boy?" He asked him. "Patrick" he said. He kept playing with his fingers, a habit he did when he was nervous. He tried to hide it, but I always noticed it when he got called on in class. "Who brought you this wonderful Sunday morning? Or did you make it here yourself?" He asked. This was the moment. My family would get all the credit. "The Wentz family" he said. The entire church started clapping. "How about you stay up here and pray with me" said Carl. "Peter, you get over here too" I walked over to them. I always tuned out prayer. There was some homophobic, female degrading part of it. I didn't believe any on it. Not for a second. Soon we were all done praying and eating donuts. "So, how easy our first day of church" I asked Patrick. "Interesting" he said taking a sip of coffee out of his cup. "Don't believe any of the crap that comes out of Carl's mouth." I said. He laughed slightly. "I wasn't planning on it" he said. His back was leaning against the wall. He was watching everyone. "Something catch your eye?" I asked. "No. Just trying to figure out how long people stay here for." He said. "I Could ask my parents if we could go for breakfast. I bet they're starving." I said. He nodded. I walked over to my mom who was talking to the bible study teacher. "Peter, we missed you this week. What were you up to?" Asked Mindy. "We had a new student. I've been hanging out with him all week" I said. Mindy smiled. "Mom, are we gonna go out for breakfast?" Asked. "Yes. Of course. Go get Patrick. Meet your father and I at the car" she said. She was in an odd mood today. She was really happy, but snapped more than normal. "Come on Patrick" I said as I walked past him to the door. He followed me to the car and we sat inside. "Church was hell." He said leaning into my arms. "Every single Sunday" I said petting his hair since I couldn't run my fingers through it. "I'm sorry" he said. "For what?" I asked. "For this" he said before turning his head and giving me a kiss. We kissed for a little bit before he pulled away. I felt like it was cut short, but any longer and my parents would have saw us. There was something so exhilarating about it. Having a secret, but having it so close to the people I was hiding it from. "Patrick, what do you want for breakfast?" Asked my mom. "Anything but waffles" he said.

We had breakfast at a little diner in town. Patrick had eggs and bacon, while I ironically had a waffle. "I can't even watch you eat that. I am so sick of waffles" he said. "What is the story behind your dad and the waffle iron?" I asked. He laughed. I could tell this would be interesting. "When I was six, we went on vacation. It was at a place that had free breakfast. They had a waffle iron. My dad, got his shirt sleeve caught in the waffle iron. There was a fire, and we had to go to the hospital, and my dad had an irrational fear of waffles. And it only got worse. When I was thirteen, someone messed up his order at a restaurant, and he was stuck in the corner of the restaurant being held captive by a waffle until someone moved it. So, last Christmas I got him a waffle iron to face his fear. After plenty of crying, he succeeded at making a waffle. I've eaten waffles everyday for breakfast since" said Patrick. I couldn't help but laugh. "I will never make you eat another waffle ever again" I said resting my hand on his shoulder. I practically forgot my parents were sitting across from us. I was pulled back into reality when Patrick pulled my hand off his shoulder. I looked over to my parents. They were in their own little bubble. Completely ignoring us. I could have kissed him and they still wouldn't notice.

*a/n*
Look! New chapter! Wow! It Saturday for me (which means I've been singing Saturday all day. If you don't know what song that is, it's old fall out boy. Look it up. It's actually really good) in other news, I watched the jungle book. Okz. Bye!