Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 16: something about cigarettes

~Patrick~
I walked into the house to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch. "How was Pete's?" Asked my mom. "Good. We did homework. Played video games" I said. "Why don't you come sit down and we'll have a little chat" said my dad patting the space between them on the couch. Shit. Did they know? I sat down between them anxiously. "What is this about" I asked. "You're not in trouble" said my dad. "We wanted to talk about something quite personal with you" said my mom. "Are you getting a divorce?" I asked. "Sweetest no!" Said my mom pulling me into a hug. "I very much love your mother." Said my dad. "Then what is it?" I asked. Had someone died? Did I need blood work? Am I being sent to boarding school? "I'm just going to say it. We want to talk about sex" said my dad. Oh no. "You're a teenager, and around this time is when you start feeling, desires, to do, things, with other people." Said my mom. "Are you seriously having 'the talk' with me? I'm a freshman in high school" I said. "It doesn't matter. We just want you to be safe" said my mom. "Dad, are you actually on board with this? Don't you think I'm a bit young for sex?" I said. "Yes. I do. But teenagers have the tendency to think things aren't considered sex when they actually are. And we want to make sure that no matter what, you're safe" he said. "I acted the exact same way when my mother had it with me. Do you know what she told me? "If you have sex before you're married, you'll get an STD. If you have sex without a condom, you'll have a baby. And if you have sex without a condom before you're married, you'll have a baby with STDs" verbatim is what she said." Said my mom. "And if my parents didn't have it with me, well, you would probably have an older sibling." Said my dad. "Now, I know this is a personal question, but is there anyone you are having sex with? Or planning to have sex with? Or have had sex with? You don't have to tell us who, we just want to make sure you were safe" said my mom. "No mom. I'm not having sex. I'm not planning on having sex any time soon. And I haven't ever had sex" I said. What Pete and I were doing didn't count as sex, right? My mom was doing one of her fake grins. What she did when she was trying to keep a straight face. "Oral sex, or fingering-" said my mom, but I cut her off. "Please, can we talk about something else? Anything but my sex life" I said. I didn't want to lie to my parents, but I also didn't want to tell them I was with Pete. How awkward would that be? They're giving me a lecture of how condoms prevent pregnancy, and I tell them it's impossible for me to get someone pregnant.

After a few hours of painful lecturing, my parents were finally done. "Do you have any questions?" Asked my dad. "Can I go to my room?" I asked. "Sure. Did you eat dinner at Pete's?" Asked my mom. "Yes. I'm going to sleep" I said making my way up the stairs.

~Patrick's mom~
Patrick looked so uncomfortable. I didn't personally care if he was having sex. It wasn't my business. But I was concerned about all his lying. There was so many moments when I just wanted to say "I know you're gay. And I don't care" but I couldn't do that. I wanted him to tell me himself. Even if it might be years.

~Patrick~
I walked up to the group the next day at lunch. "I swear my parents are trying to get me to admit that I'm gay" I said. "Are you?" Asked Mikey. "No." I said defensively. He didn't respond. Just went back to copying Frank's math homework. "Crap. Patrick, do you have a cigarette?" Asked Brendon. "Why would I have cigarettes?" I said. "Do you have anything to smoke?" He asked. I pulled a, what we called, a green cigarette. It was basically a joint. "I can't believe my parents flew me back for Christmas. Looks like they really want me back in the family" he said lighting the green. "Too bad Ryan's sick. He called me this morning to tell me, to tell you, he says hi" said Gerard. "What are you doing here anyway? You don't even go to this school." Said Pete. "Is it a crime to hang out with my friends?" He asked. "No. But it is for you to be on school grounds, and for you to be smoking, and for you to be smoking on school grounds" I said. "I don't care. I don't want to be at home with my folks." He said. "Aren't you going to be moving back home though?" I asked. "Doesn't mean I'm going to spend time with them. I'll be here. Or at Ryan's. Anywhere but with my parents" he said taking a deep inhale on his green. Soon the bell was going off and everyone put their cigarettes out on the wall. "Anyone got a mint?" I asked as we made our way back to the school. Frank tossed me a pack of gum and I quickly popped one in my mouth. "Three days left of school for the year" said Pete meeting me at my locker. "Then Christmas break?" I asked. "My parents were wondering if your family wanted to come to the Christmas service with my family" said Pete. "I'll ask." I said. "Or are your parents hard core atheists? They're kinda hard to read" he said. "I could talk them into it. I doubt they would refuse." I said. "Also, what do you want for Christmas?" He asked. "Pete, you don't have to get me anything" I said as we started making our way to class. "Not even cover up for your tattoo?" He asked. There was so many moments when I forgot about it. "No one is supposed to know about that. How do you know?" I said in a hushed voice. "Please, I've seen your feet before 'Trick. And I think it's cute. I can't wait until I'm old enough to get tattoos." He said as we sat down in English. "What kind would you get?" I asked. "All kinds. Hey, maybe you can give me the number of who did yours." He said. "That was months ago. Even if I could remember then, which I couldn't, I can't remember now." I said. "But seriously, what do you want from Christmas?" He asked. "I don't want anything Pete. I'm not expecting you to get me anything." I said. Before he could say anything else, class's was starting. Oh, how I hated English.

~Pete~
My parents had taken me to the mall and given me $150 to buy Christmas presents. I got my mom a new blanket that says 'Jesus saves' and my dad a gift card for the happy shoe parlor. But now the struggle of finding Patrick a gift. I don't care if he said not to get him one. I was going to get him something. "Hello sir, can I help you find something?" Asked the store clerk. "Yeah, I'm looking for a Christmas present, but I don't exactly know what to get them" I said. "Well, who is the gift for? A parent? A buddy? A girlfriend? An enemy?" They asked. I checked over my shoulder to make sure I didn't know anyone around us. "It's for my boyfriend" I said hesitantly. "Ok. Are things on the hush?" They asked. "Pretty much. It has to be something that can pass as a gift for a good friend." I said. "What's your price range" they asked. "I only have $75" I said. "What about a polaroid camera? We have a working vintage one on sale for $25, and you can stock up on film with the rest." They said. I thought of the fact that Patrick has no way to take pictures. Their family has one camera, and it's not particularly good for every day. He didn't have a computer, so even if he had a digital one, he would have nothing to put them on. An instant camera was starting to start like a better and better idea. "Yeah. That sounds pretty good" I said. The sales clerk rang me up. "Would you like me to wrap it, or do you want to do the wrapping yourself?" They asked. "I'll wrap it myself" I said grabbing the bag and heading out of the store. My mom was waiting for me on a bench outside. "Did you get all your Christmas shopping done?" She asked looking up from her bible. "Yup. You, dad, and Patrick" I said. "Oh, is his family coming to church?" She asked. "I'm pretty sure. I can call and ask" I said. I left my cell phone at home, so I asked my mom for hers. She had Patrick's home number saved in it.

~Patrick~
The telephone rang and my mom went to go answer it. "Hello, who is this?" She asked. "Oh Pete! So nice to hear from you" she said. "Christmas, we weren't planning on doing much. Just a gift exchange." Said my mom into the phone. "Dear! Sweetest! How would you like to spend Christmas with the Wentz's?" She asked. "Patrick? Do you want to?" Asked my dad. "Yeah" I said. My family didn't really celebrate Christmas. We didn't really celebrate anything. "Ok. See you Christmas morning" she said hanging up the phone. "We're having Christmas with the Wentz's. I'm excited to meet Petes parents" said my mom. "Hey mom?" I said. "Yes?" She asked. "I'm pretty sure Pete is getting me a Christmas present, even though I told him not to, and now I don't know what to get him" I said. "You should get him something a bit more personal, not something so materialistic" said my mom. "Like what?" I asked. "I can't answer that. He's your friend, not mine." She said. I sat back in the couch thinking of what I could get him. Then I thought of a birthday gift I had gotten a few years back from my aunt. It was a charm bracelet with a P on it, with a heart around it. I remember getting it and thinking it was the worst birthday present ever. But now I wanted to give it to Pete. It could mean something. Aunt marrie always said someday in would come in handy. I ran upstairs and grabbed the bracelet. "Sweetest, did you think of something for Pete?" Asked my mom. I didn't want to show it to her. She might find it a bit romantic. When I got it, I remember her saying I could give it to my future girlfriend. "Yeah. I think I got something" I said. It was a tradition in my family that at least one of the gifts we give has to be something of ours. Not something store bought.

*a/n*
So I'm going to promote my new story, Saved. It's ferard. I'm not gonna stop writing this one, but updates might not be as frequent. Okz. Bye!