I'm Not in Love, I Promise (Peterick)

6: I've Got a Dark Apartment and a Bad Idea That Says I'm Gonna Shut My Mouth

(Patrick's POV)

I laugh as Pete rushes me further into the city and onto a street that is below well-kept. It's not a pretty street and the small living-quarters all connected in a row. There's something familiar about it here but I just don't know wha-

"We're here," Pete says snapping  me out of my personal internal contemplation session. "I see that... why did you bring me here, Pete?" I laugh lightly.

He takes my wrist and walks me down about half a block before stopping in front of a small brick building connected to two others tightly. This one has an olive green door... holy shit, wait... it's our old apartment, the first home I ever had without living with my mom. The place that started Pete and I's unlikely creative relationship. The place where it all began.

"Bienvenue à la maison joli garçon" he tells me. I roll my eyes at his effort to try to impress me with his French. He know I still can speak more that him. "Tais-toi" I say fake-annoyed at him. "Why did you wanna bring me here?" I ask him purely of nothing more than curiosity.

"Cause I started missing it. Living alone now I've had a lot of time to... reminisce and all that," he told me.
"Understandable. I miss this shitty place too. It was home..." I tell him letting my mind drift off to when I was a teenager, living without my mom for the first time, moving in with a technically grown man when I was no more than 18.

I snap out of my thoughts and notice Pete walking up to the ugly but sentimentally beautiful door. "Well, lets get going..." I say turning around but stopping after he calls "wait."

"What?" I say facing Pete and the old place once again. "Let's look inside," he said. He had that tone in his voice. The one he always had whenever he was feeling adventurous, or as I like to call it, 'out of his fucking mind.'

"Pete, no. That's trespassing!" I say trying to stop him, but not putting as much effort into it as i normally would... I'll admit it, I wanna see what he's planning to do I there.

"Nah, c'mon. We're fine," he tells me and walk up to the door. "Oh yeah? How're you gonna get in?" I smirk walking after him. I stand there with my arms crossed and nose turned up waiting for an answer. "Impress me," I add.

Then, Pete got something out of his pocket- a bobby pin. He started attempting to pick the lock on the door. "That's not gonna work... you can't pick locks..." I say. I know I can be a bitch to him but that's how it always was.

"-wait, why do you have that?" I ask confused as to why he just has a Bobby pin in his pocket conveniently. "I have an ex-wife, Patrick... if there's anything she'd leave behind, it's something as small and forgettable as a hair pin she already has plenty of."

"Oh..." I say. I stand there watching him make a fool of himself looking as if he's gonna get it (when he clearly isn't) but then I heard a clicking sound and Pete whisper "ah!" I jerked my head to look over.

"What?" I ask. "Unlocked it," he smiled with pride. "How the hell did you know how to do that?" I ask. "I have my ways," he gives me a smirk.

"You're so extra, Picking a lock just to get into our old abandoned apartment that we should have nothing to do with... it's so you," I say.

"Whatever. I'm going in. You can sit out here and wait for the cops to see you just sat on a doorstep and get suspicious, or you could follow me and get that stick out of your ass," he tells me.

I think about it. I remember what nice day it's been with him so far. I mean, he did buy me coffee for no reason... and maybe he needed something to keep last night from sneaking its way back into his currently delicate thoughts.