Young Volcanoes

~Chapter Ten~

(A/N): Hey, sorry i hadn't uploaded in a while. I had writers block. Thank you so much if you're still reading and following this story, i swear to god your support means so much. Comments and feedback are always aprreciated. I'm not particularly proud of this chapter, but here you are anyways. 🖤🖤

"Shhhh, Trick. You're okay now. You're safe. You're with me. It's okay. I-I love you..."
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It had been one hell of a day.
Patrick had told his Mom about eveything. We had went in to visit her at around 5:00PM, for her to fill in a consent form, notifying the cops, government, school, etc, that Patrick was coming to live with me for the next few months.
It was a short discussion. Patrick's Mom was heartbroken and horrified that his grandparents would do such a thing.
So was i.
So was i...
I was filled with an unexplainable rage. I wanted to do whatever damage i could to those sick bastards. They'd hurt Patrick! Poor, sweet, Patrick. My Patrick.
But of course, i couldn't. For legal reasons, and also because i couldn't let that rage consume me.
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In the last few hours, myself, Patrick, Joe and Andy, have moved all of Patrick's belonging's and unloaded them into my basement, which was pretty much where i spent all my time. I didn't really need my bedroom; i had a couch, tv, mini bathroom, snack bar, work out place etc. I was happy enough to let Pat share with me.
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I cuddled Patrick close to me. He sighed a long sigh. "Thanks Pete. For everything. For putting up with my shitty moods- people bullying me, just-" Patrick started crying, sobbing desperately, "-Everything. Pete, i love you so fucking much. Please don't ever doubt that. I love you."
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When i woke up the next morning, Patrick was gone. I immediatedly panicked, checking every room in the house for any sign of him. There was nome. He was gone. He had left me. In total panic, i texted, called, and left several voicemails. Between desperate sobs, i picked myself up from the ground and ran for the door.
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Patrick was no where to be seen.
Had he been kidnapped? Had he run away? Did he not actually care about me? About how this would me?
I ran.
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I wasn't ready to go back home. I didn't want to talk to anybody . I still hadn't found Patrick, and i was an emotional wreck.
I needed a place to rest. I was beggining to get all dizzy and light headed from all of the running.
I stumbled in amongst the big great oaks, pines and birches, looking for a relatively quiet place; that wasn't difficult. There was nobody heres.
I caught my foot on some roots, and went tumbling forward, hitting my head on a rock.
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"Pete?" A voice asked. I didn't know where it had come from. It did, however know who it was.
Patrick.
I opened my eyes and my eyes aligned with his. We were in an open but of woodland. I saw behind him there was an old Cork tree, and a swing dangline from it's long, twisting arms.
It was beautiful
And i recognized it instantly.
I'd used to come here as a kid, you see. As a comfort zone. Nobody would come here, so it would just be me and my thoughts.
I'd build the seing myself; i was rather suprised to see it was still there.
And even more surprised to find Patrick here.
"'Trick?" I asked.
"Yeah, Panda?" Patrick asked rubbing my head.
"Why'd you run away?" I asked, hurt in my voice. He hadn't told me where he was going.
Patrick smiled.
"Baby, did you not read the note i left on the window sill?" He asked. "I wrote it in bright red marker. I'm sorry, i thought you would-"
"It's okay," i said. "But why didn't you answer the phone?" I asked.
"Because my phone dead." He said simply, holding up his IPhone.
"Oh." I replied.
"Petey, babe, you might wanna get up off of the floor." He said. I nodded, so he held out his hand and helped me up.
"Patrick?"
"Hmm?"
"How did you find this place?" I asked curiously.
"Well. You kind of left your diary behind and i sorta er- read it." Patrick said, carefully.
"Oh." I said, gently.
I had been through alot with that diary: alot of bad thoughts, places, times etc. And the thought that Patrick had read it embarrassed me.
He touched my shoulder. I looked up at him, and he had a loving smile playing about on his lips .

"You know what else i recognize about this place?" Patrick asked me.
I looked around; it looked kind of familiar.
Well, of course it looked familiar, i'd went here as a child. But, something else....

The painting.

When i'd first went to Patrick's house, he'd had his art hung up on the walls, and one painting had caught my eye in particular.

And that just so happened to be what i was looking at, right in front of me.

"Patrick... it's beautiful."
"I know."
"How long have you been coming here?"
"Pretty much all my life."

At this moment i was so relieved that all i wanted to do was kiss him.

"I love you. Please don't give me another panic attack like that again. I was so scared and honestly... i'm just scared of losing you." I pressed my mouth down heavily on his, nibbling on his lower lip. He moaned from beneath me, replying rather enthusiastically.

I pulled away, teasingly. Patrick lay beneath me, expectantly. "Well?" He demanded. "Kiss me, you cheeky little shit!" He said. "Nope. I'm still pissed you ran away." I grinned. "God knows what i want to do to you right now. God also knows i'm not going to do it. Not just yet." I sighed.

"Are you fucking kiddimg me right now?" Patrick asked, smiling.

"Yup."

I leaned down again connecting my lips to his again. I moved my tongue around in circles in his petite mouth, moaning deeply. He smelled good, i noticed. Like cinnamon. His mouth tasted sweet. God, this moment was perfect.

As i melted deeper into the kiss, i slid my hand halfway up his thigh. I didn't do anything else. I just let it rest there.

Patrick held me close, so close that i acciedently piled on top of him. He blushed, noticing exactly what position we were in.

No. We're not quite there yet.

I rolled off of him, laughing, and lay next to him under the cork tree. Under the stars. With Patrick. My sweet, sweet Patrick...
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🎶I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss him, kiss him
I set my clocks early cause i know i'm always late🎶