Adopted (Peterick)

6

Pete was already passed out and Joe, the ginger, who I learned is named Andy, and forehead went home. Pete was passed out on the floor, and I was trying my hardest to drag him up the stairs. Near the end I ended up having to carry him up them. Thank god he was not awake, it would have been extremely awkward.

I fell asleep on my own bed soon afterwards. But, before I fell asleep, I couldn't help but start thinking about Pete. I mean, he was the guy who adopted me, but I just felt weird around him. It was a good weird though. It was like I just wanted to kiss  him.  It's so weird though. He adopted me!

I was just confusing myself so much.

-A Week Later-

I can't believe I have a crush on him! It's so stupid, and I don't think I can hide it forever. He doesn't even know I'm gay! I think I should tell him. Better to get it over before I become to attached to living here.

"Pete?" I asked quietly from were I say on the sofa in the living room. He turned his head up from the movie he was watching. I wasn't paying attention, but from what I can tell it's some '80s movie about robots becoming self aware or something.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I think I need to tell you something, but you might hate me," I began and Pete paused the movie and turned towards me.

"Why would I hate you, Patrick? You can tell me anything." Pete said.

"Well, um, I-I think, well I know, I kinda like, um," No I can't do this! "Oh, never mind," I said, chickening out at the last second.

"Patrick, it's fine you can tell me,"

I didn't know what to say, so I turned to face him, leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He put his hands on my chest and pushed me away.

I could literally hear my heart tear.