Dick Pics (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

32

CH. 32 -- PETE

"It, uh, he's. He's gone." Patrick tells me, and then he starts crying. "You said you'd fly out, yeah? Funeral is Wednesday, and we can fly back Thursday."

"'Trick, I'm so sorry." I say, and I wish I could be with him right now. Sadly, I'm over two thousand miles away. "I'll get the next flight out, alright? I'll text you my details."

"Okay, Pete." Patrick says, and I sigh, shaking my head. "I love you."

"I love you too." I hang the phone up after that, immediately dialling Brent.

"Hello?"

"Patrick's dad is gone. The funeral is Wednesday. I'm flying out as soon as I can." I rush out, and Brent agrees with me.

"Go comfort him, Pete. I'll tell Ben, and I'll book your flight." Brent tells me, and I thank him before hanging up.

Brent texts me about ten minutes later with my flight information. I leave in forty-five minutes if everything goes right.

I put a jacket on and grab my bag, heading for the door. I open it and find it to be pouring down outside. I just sigh and keep going. "I'm coming, 'Trick."

As I reach the airport, I realise that this four hour flight is going to suck ass it it continues to rain like this. Turbulence is the absolute worst, but seeing Patrick will make it all worth it.

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"I'm so glad to see you. I missed you so much." I say as soon as I see Patrick. He just smiles at me sadly and takes me into his arms.

"I missed you more." He mumbles in response, kissing the top of my head. "Come on, let's go."

Patrick carries my bag to his brother's BMW that I remember seeing a few times back in high school. We all thought Kevin was the shit because he had a nice car. "Kev's here?"

"Got here late last night. He didn't even get to see Dad." Patrick tells me, shaking his head. We part ways, me going to the passenger side and him going to the driver's side.

Both of Patrick's hands grip the steering wheel tight enough that his knuckle are turning white, and his jaw is clenched. I sigh and take his hand, holding it in my own. His grip immediately loosens, and his jaw relaxes.

"Everything's going to be okay." I say, rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb. His eyes flicker from our hands, to the road, to me, and back to the road before he smiles and nods.

"I know it is." Patrick nods his head and squeezes my hand as we pull into his driveway. "Come here." He cups my face and kisses me gently. "Thanks for flying out here. It means a lot."

"Anything for you." I say, and he just kisses me again.

When we go inside, the atmosphere is sad, as can be expected. Kevin and Megan fake smiles at me when I'm re-introduced to them, this time as Patrick's boyfriend.

"Normally I'd be threatening you about not hurting my baby brother, but I like you more than I like him." Kevin jokes, and Patrick narrows his eyes at his brother before sitting down next to me on the couch.

"Love you too." Patrick deadpans, rolling his eyes.

"Nice to see you again, Peter." Patricia says as she sits a glass of water in front of me. "I wish it were on different circumstances that you're here, but we appreciate you coming for Patrick."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stump. And I'll always be here for Patrick, even if he doesn't want me to be." I say, taking Patrick's hand in my own, squeezing it gently.

He gives me a tight-lipped smile in return, and we sit in silence. It isn't awkward, but we all know something is missing. Rather, someone. Megan looks like she's going to say something, but instead, she looks at all of us and begins crying.

Kevin gets up and hugs her, rubbing her back as she cries. Patricia looks like she'll be crying next. Patrick just drops his head and crosses his arms.

"It's okay to cry." I whisper, kissing his temple. "Don't hold back."

"I don't want to cry anymore, Pete. I've cried enough in the past few days to fill up the Nile River if it suddenly went dry." Patrick shakes his head, but I see a tear roll down his face. I want to tell him it'll all be okay, but he just pushes himself off of the couch and marches down the hallway to what I know is not his room.

I sigh in response, putting my head in my hands. Kevin gets up to go talk to Patrick, but I stop him, grabbing his arm. "I'll go." Kevin gives me a sympathetic smile as he sits back down, wrapping his arm around his sister.

"Patrick?" I ask, knocking on the open door of the room he went in. I instantly recognise the room as his father's 'man cave.'

"Go away." Patrick says, but he opens his arms anyways. I sit in his lap, and he immediately starts crying into my shirt. "I feel like such a fucking baby." I grab his chin and make him look up at me.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Patrick." I say, and he shakes his head.

"I'm sitting here, crying my eyes out right in front of you, Pete." Patrick says, and I cup his cheeks.

"You're also holding me when you're the one that's sad." I say, and Patrick smiles at me after that.

"Kiss me please." Patrick mumbles, and who am I to deny him? I kiss him, and his hands slip under the back of my shirt and splay across my lower back.

"'Trick." I say when one of his hands slips lower to where it's on my ass, as a warning more than anything.

"Sorry. I just maybe thought.." Patrick trails off then, and my eyes widen.

"Patrick, not here. You're depressed, and I'm not taking advantage of you." I say quickly, and Patrick just nods, pushing me up and out of his lap.

"Let's go." He mumbles, walking back towards the living room. I sigh, feeling bad as I re-enter the room.

i have like three chaps already written on this lmao

thoughts?