Twin Skeletons ☩ Peterick

Chapter 2

Those words rang through Patrick's head like a church bell. Of course he had a plan to explain why he was there, but he was nervous. He didn't expect to be caught so soon. The sound of bumping the leaves while he stood up was probably what had alerted Pete to where he was.

"My name is Patrick," he said, careful not to sound suspicious, "And I would ask the same question to you."

"I'm Pete," he responded, "Why are you here? Were you spying on me?"

"Why would I spy on you?" he said, attempting to keep himself from shaking, "I've never even you before." That was a lie, and Patrick knew that. Patrick also knew that lying was a sin. Sometimes you have to sin though. Nobody's perfect.

"I don't know you would spy on me," Pete responded with a sigh, clearly not having a comeback. "Well why are you here? You might not have been spying, but it seams like you were eavesdropping, not that it was that important of a conversation anyways."

"I didn't even realize you were here," Patrick responded innocently, "I was just drawing." He nodded towards a drawing pad that was beside him that was covered in doodles. "I work my best when I'm surrounded by nature, or a bush in this case."

"You still haven't addressed me accusing you of eavesdropping," Pete said, dropping his guard a little bit. It appeared that he was buying the story.

"I get lost in my work," Patrick shrugged, "All I heard was 'OTP! OTP!' I don't even know what that means."

"Whatever," Pete said with an eyeroll. Patrick couldn't tell if he was convinced by his story or if he just being sarcastic. He took a quick note to learn the difference between Pete being sincere and sarcastic.

"So, what are you doing here?" Patrick asked looking up at Pete. It was his first time talking to him. If he was going to make him his own, he would need to know how to have a proper conversation with him.

"I was just hanging out with some friends," Pete answered with no particular tone in his voice. Just an honest answer to the question. "Do you mind if I look at your drawings?"

Patrick was shocked that Pete had actually asked about that, he didn't expect him to ask about that.

He's so much sweeter than I thought he was, Patrick thought to himself, using all his willpower to restrain from blushing and smiling.

"Uh- sure, I guess," Patrick said handing the drawing pad over to Pete. It was full of half-finished drawings that were made months before, in case he ever got caught.

"Wow, they're amazing," Pete's eye widened as he flipped through the pad.

"Oh please, none of them are even done."

"Really, I couldn't tell." His voice was filled with genuine interest. Pete then flipped to the back page and picked up one of Patrick's pencils that he had laid all over the ground. He scribbled something before standing up and walking away without a word. Patrick flipped to the last page and there was a little note written.

Call me

369-8636

~Pete

When Patrick looked up, Pete had completely vanished from sight. He let out a little squeal of excitement before standing up and running to his house.

A/N: Hello again. Thank you for putting up with my bullshit story if you've read this far. Appreciate it. Also btw, the number is just a random one that I made up. Don't call it because you'll just be an asshole.