AU: highschool-freshman
Patrick pressed his face against the rain splattered window as the school counsellor tried to engage him in some bullshit about an after school self esteem course
"Does this woman actually think I'm listening to her?" He thought to himself.
"What about a GSA sweetheart?"
At those words Patrick perked up. He didn't want anyone to know he was queer though. So he instantly rolled his eyes
"I'm not a fucking fag."
"Pattie, it's obvio-"
"FINE. I'll join. Only as an ally though and so you'll shut up."
The therapist smirked.
"The next meeting is during your free period. Be there at exactly 1:15!"
Patrick dragged his backpack out of the room, pissed that he had missed lunch for this bitch.
Patrick stared at the clock until his bell rang. He faked an annoyed groan and walked into the GSA clubs meeting
"LISTEN I'm not gonna raise a damn flag for you queers. I'm just here since it's a requirement by my counsellor"
A small boy with eyeliner scooted down the bench to make room. Patrick looked at his name tag
"Pete"
He smiled. "Cute name"
Pete blushed. "c-cute face"
After the meeting had ended, Pete motioned for Patrick to stay in the room.
"Closeted huh?"
"Yea"
"Sucks ass..."
Patrick smiled. "Sorry for being rude at the beginning. I'm not used to this. But wow. You're fucking adorable"
Pete went wide eyed and jammed his number in Patrick's hand before running off to his next class.
When Patrick was getting on the bus home, the number slipped out of the hole in his pocket and into a puddle of mud Patrick.
"SHIT!"
Patrick dug through the mud. The last number had the ink smudged. He sat down in the front row and put on some earbuds.
~Late that night~
Pete had been waiting eagerly by his phone, but as the hours ticked by, he was beginning to lose hope. A sleepy Pete was jolted awake by the loud buzzing of his phone against the table.
"Hey! It's Patrick"
"I thought you'd never call..."
"The ink smudged, I had to call a few different numbers. And I had a science project due."
"Well. I have a sex ed project due. If you'd like to help."
Patrick sighed
"I'm fine with chemistry for now. Imma sneak out, I don't know where anyone is anyways."
Patrick unlocked his window and turned on a recording of shower noise so he would be able to sneak back in. He got in his dad's car and drove to the house he saw Pete walk into.
"Hey pattie! Wait...Aren't you kinda young to drive?"
"Eh."
Pete rolled his eyes and walked inside. His room was really cool. He had chalkboard painted walls, a pansexual flag on, yes, his closet door. He had a daybed that acted as a couch across from a television hooked up to a PlayStation.
Patrick smiled. "Nice room."
"Thanks."
