What Can I Say

What Can I Do?

Here they are again. In public as Pete tries to write his order down but gets frustrated with the shitty picnic table under him and the lack of led left in the mechanical pencil.

"Stop it. Just sign. I can translate for you," Patrick whispered from beside him. "The show will start soon."

"They won't take me seriously. They never do." Pete wrote in his chicken scrawl.

"They wont understand your writing and then you're stuck in the same place again.

"It'll draw attention to us. You don't like attention." Pete wrote, filling the pater. He started to erase to start over.

"Peter Luis Kingston. If you don't sign to at least me i swear i'm never going to kiss you again. And i'll sign as well so we'll get attention no matter what." Patrick signed and spoke this time, making sure to get his point across. The crowd yelled as a microphone scratched on stage.

"Shut up." pete signed and accidentally threw the pencil up in the air and hit a passerby.

"Thank you," Patrick grabbed the paper and apologised to the man that pete hit. "Let's go." they both headed to the concession stand and smiled at the man who was ready to take their order.

"What would you two like?" He asked.

"Well," Patrick started saying what pete signed. "Can i get an Ice Cream pop?"

"Sure thing," The man said and looked at Trick. "And you?"

"Can I just get a water please?" The Man nodded and continued to get things ready.

"So are you deaf?" The man asked Pete. He shook his head and put his right hand to his throat mimicking a key.

"Mute." Patrick translated, putting an arm around his boyfriend."

"Interesting, You two are cute together. That'll be $4:76" the man said as pete got his wallet out, signing thank you in the process.

"You're welcome." the man said and took the money pete gave him.

"Have a nice day sir" Patrick smiled and grabbed the things that were laid down on the counter."

As they to their seats for the concert patrick whispered a "I told you so" In the Mute's ear.