Legal But Not Socially Acceptable (Peterick)

Fake It 'Til You Make It

I KNOW.

Oh my god I know...I've been awful, absolutely awful. It's ridiculous. I've lost almost all passion to do anything for these past months. School work totally hasn't helped as I'm being drowned in it lol. Also heartbreak tagged along. Enough with my own excuses. I've been a shitty person at these updates, I know, I know. This chapter ain't even that magical. Honestly I've been adding to it over the months as I've had writer's block. I hope you enjoy it anyway haha.

Sigh...I need to update my other stories too...

~Kill meee~

"He's your boyfriend...?" His mother's quirked brow and the small frown of her lightly colored lips were only telling him so much. Her bemused build snapped to concern at breakneck speed, Patrick's head almost felt dizzy.

"Oh! Honey you look rather pale," His blanched appearance suddenly striking to all eyes able to lay their eyes on it. His own eyes were half-lidded and his mouth lax while his mother clucked her tongue, shaking her head.

"Are you coming down with a cold? You never tell me anything anymore..." The last few words were somewhat strained as she scolded him with partly narrowed eyes.

Guilt started clenching at the heart in Patrick's heavy thumping chest once again, but that's to be expected when his mother decided to spontaneously drop in. "I'm n-not ill, I'm – " he paused for a brief moment, before he turned his gaze onto Pete. The same shamefaced expression fixed on his face from when his mother walked through the door. "Mother – I...can you give Pete and me a moment to speak...alone."

Patrick felt quite relieved when the only backlash he received was a quick shot of slight suspicion before she turned heel, nodding her head. "Of course...you two love birds," she laughed a hearty chuckle while he sputtered in return. A few seconds went by as he made sure his mother was out of hearing distance. The leisure click of her heels gradually dying down into air as he not so subtly glared at Pete.

"Explain," is all Patrick said with his eyes lit like tiny little flames ready to detonate at any given moment. When all Pete did was stutter out a few measly words, the cop huffed a gruff growl. "Explain." His patience was thinning while his temper was rising. Fingers dug into the center of his palms deep and painful as he chewed at his bottom lip.

"Well...for starters... your mother seems nice." Before Patrick could scream bloody murder, alerting his mother and the whole goddamn block containing his flat, Pete quickly continued with "It was a surprise – I – needed an explanation...I panicked."

"You panicked," Patrick repeated in a voice so low, almost he couldn't hear it. Pete gave a brief, but tentative nod. The cop's eyes were piercing, his heartbeat pounding within his ears as his fingers clenched once again.

"You panicked?!" The words were a hushed hiss of fury as Patrick's entire body heaved forward with a harsh breath of air. "I can't believe you – oh my god," he groaned, turning around, back to Pete's front as he raked a hand through his mussed hair.

Patrick's eyes closed shut as he felt a sudden rush of nausea go through him. With his stomach quivering, he swore he could taste the bile building up in the back of his aching throat. He knew he was overreacting – oh god – he knew. Be that as it may, he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the sudden vigor igniting his nerves aflame. His eyelids cracked open when he felt a soft, but firm palm gently curl around his shoulder.