A Perfect Mistake (Book One in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

The Gold Standard (Patrick's POV)

Ok. Writing these paragraphs should be simple, right? Wrong! I thought I knew what I wanted to do with my future, but when I wrote them down, it sounded so unrealistic and stupid it's ridiculous. I was getting so frustrated.

"You ok there, Trick?" Pete asked, noticing my frustration.

"This paper is getting me frustrated," I said.

"Why?" he asked, putting his paper and pencil down.

"Everytime I write what I want my future to be, it sounds stupid as hell and unrealistic," I said.

"Can I read it?" he asked.

"I-I guess," I said as I handed my paper to him. "It's not that good though..."

"I doubt it," Pete said as he smiled and took the paper.

"It's bad," I said again.

"What do I see in my future? Well, for the longest time, I've seen myself playing in a band. Music has always been my passion since I was little, there was definitely no doubt about that. I can play drums, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, trumpet, and I even sing a little, but I hate my voice. I'd be more comfortable playing drums or guitar if me being in a band would ever happen," Pete read aloud.

"Pete! Don't read it out loud!" I groaned as I held my head in my hands.

"It's good! Shut up!" he said. "People have told me I can sing and that I could go places with my voice, but I was never confident in my voice and I doubt I'll ever be. See, I've always been very self-conscious and its always been very noticeable. I never had many friends, and the ones I did have, really never acted as though we were friends in public. So, I guess you could say that I never really had friends at all."

"Pete," I groaned again as I hid my face in the pillow.

"I've always been the not-so-skinny-kid as well. I've struggled with my weight ever since I can remember, and I've always gotten teased about it too. I'm not going to lie, I've taken things that were said to me to heart too much, but it's kind of hard not too when things are said to you so often," Pete read. "Another thing I've gotten teased about ever since I was thirteen is me being gay. Now, think what you want, but this is who I am and no one can change that. I'm me and I always will be. There's no changing it. I've already gotten disowned by my grandfather and aunt, but I'm also prepared to be shunned by others as well. I always used to think that I deserved what people told me because, well, pardon my french but, I convinced myself that I was a fuck up like everyone told me. I really did think that I deserved what was being told to me. I even told myself that I was going to kill myself before I turned twenty."

"God," I mumbled.

"But, that's my past, and what's been in my past, I'm not going to let it control my future. I know that I'm better than those people will ever be and I will grow up to prove them wrong. They obviously didn't ever get to see the real me, and I intend that they'll never return to see it, but once you get to know the real me, I'm actually not a bad guy, as long as you can overlook my chubbiness, me being gay, and my troubled thoughts. I hope that one day I can settle down with someone and be comfortable with them and call them mine. That is what I see in my future," Pete finished.

"God, you probably hate me now, don't you?" I asked as I picked my head up slightly, only to see Pete sitting right in front of me with a tear rolling down his cheek. "A-Are you ok?"

"Patrick, don't kill yourself. You need a sign not to kill yourself and this is it," Pete said as he leaned in closer to me.

I suddenly felt his soft lips upon mine. . .