Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 17: the christmas from hell pt. 1

~Patrick~
I woke up to Pete jumping on my bed. "Wake up it's Christmas" he said. I opened my eyes and groaned. "Yeah. It's also winter break. And winter break means I get to sleep in." I said pulling the covers over my face. "But it's Christmas" he said getting under the covers as well. "How'd you even get here? What time is it? Does anyone even know you're here? Do your parents know you're here?" I asked. "I walked. 6 AM. Yes. Yes." He said. "Why the hell did you wake me up at 6 AM?" I asked. "Christmas?" He said in a child like voice. We were both under the down comforter. I gave him a kiss on the nose. "Merry Christmas" I said. I could feel his smiling lips against mine as he started to kiss me. My hands slowly wrapped around his waist pulling him close. "Merry Christmas" he said pushing our foreheads together. "It's too bad. That you already let me unwrap my Christmas present" he said putting his hands on my hips, slipping them under my shirt. "Well if you think you're gonna get to open it again, then you're wrong" I said. I felt him rub my back. "I just want to lay with you. Nothing fancy." He said pulling my shirt over my head, and pulling himself close to me. I pulled his shirt off as well, so we were both shirtless. "This is why I came so early. So we could do this. I just wanted to cuddle with you" he said burying his head into my chest. I kissed the top of his head. "I do not want to go to church." He said. "It won't be that bad" I said. "Christmas has been a bit of a shit show" he said. "Is everything ok?" I said. "I got into a fight last night with my parents." He said. "Are you ok?" I asked rubbing his back. "I'm never going to be able to tell them. They'll kick me out." He said. "What did you fight about?" I asked. "They heard that Brendon was moving back and they were absolutely revolted. I tried to defend him, but they just went on, on how he's going to burn in hell. How people like him are going to burn in hell no matter how much they pray. They raised me to be in that front row, that it could never happen to me." He said starting to lightly cry. I held him close. "Who says any of that is true. For all we know, all the straights go to hell, because God is gay" I said. He slightly laughed. "It's my own parents. They'll hate me" he said. "Brendon's parents don't hate him. Their methods were wrong, but their intentions were good. They only wanted the best that they believed for him to have. I think your parents would do the same" I said. "Even if they have good intentions, I don't want to be taken away from you." He said. "Shh. It's Christmas. I don't want you crying" I said. I could feel him wipe his tears on my chest. "If you ever need to talk, or need someone, you know where I am" I said. "Thank you 'Trick. You're too good to me" he said making himself comfortable on my chest. Before I knew it, we were fast asleep.

~Patrick's mom~
I woke up to the door bell ringing. I walked to the door in my Christmas pajamas, and rain deer slippers. I wanted to be festive this year. We never really celebrated Christmas that much, but because the Wentz's were coming over, I wanted to look like we actually gave a crap about the holiday. "Mother?" I said as I opened the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Well, is it a crime for me to see my daughter on Christmas?" She asked walking in. "Mom. We haven't talked since I got married. You said since I was pregnant already the marriage would never work" I said following her into the kitchen. "I'm getting old. My kids don't visit me and I've never met Paul" she said. "His name is Patrick" I said. "Patrick? What kind of name is that?" She asked with a laugh. "Are the Wentz's here already?" Asked David coming out of the bedroom. "You're still with him?" Said my mother with a disgusted look on her face. "Yes. We're happily married. Happier than you and dad were" I said. "Don't bring up your father." She said slamming her hands on the counter. "What's this?" She asked picking up a piece of paper. "I'm here. Signed Pete" she said. "Pete's here? When are the rest of the Wentz's showing up" asked David. "I think they're supposed to show up around 8:30. We're supposed to be at the church at 9" I said. "You? Church? You told your dad to go shove religion up his ass when he asked you to formally join the church." Said mom. "We weren't expecting you Karen. How'd you find us?" Asked David. "I had my assistant Google my daughter. Found that Pablo-" she said but I cut her off. "Patrick" I said correcting her. "Patrick goes to Northern Seattle Private, and from there I found your address from there." She said. "Nice school. I thought you would raise him in some dirty apartment. This place is nice." She said looking around. "I'm gonna go wake up the boys. They're probably already up, but they need to get ready" I said leaving the kitchen. I walked up the stairs. The one year. The one year we celebrate Christmas my mother shows up. I knocked on Patrick's door. "Boys, wake up. It's Christmas. Don't make me come in there. Also, why is this door closed. I know you know the rules Pete" I yelled.