When Patrick returned home, the first thing he did was enter the number into his phone.
Patrick: Hi, is this Pete?
Pete: Sure is ;)
Patrick: Haha, what's with the wik?
Patrick: *wink
Pete: Just a typo, like what you just did
Patrick: Shut up you cyberbully
Pete: Cyberbully? You should come over so you can experience real bullying ;)
Pete: Btw, that wink wasn't a typo
Patrick: I have nothing better to do, so why not :)
Pete sent his address and told Patrick to come over whenever he was ready. Patrick put his phone down and started to get ready. Patrick didn't actually know where Pete lived, which is really embarrassing considering he's been stalking him for what seems like forever now.
Patrick picked his phone back up and put the address into Google Maps. It was only a few miles away. If he sprinted he could make it in about 10 minutes. The sooner he got to see his Peteypie, the better.
He looked at the house on the satellite image. It was huge! It was a borderline mansion, not quite there, but almost. There was a massive pool in the backyard, with (including the pool) had to be at least 4 acres. Patrick quickly put some stuff in a black backpack- his phone charger, drawing pad, a set of pens, and a swimsuit just in case- before slinging it over his back and sprinting all the way there.
When he arrived, he was even more stunned by seeing it in person. Sure it looked big on Google Maps but- in real life. He rang the doorbell, praying the Pete would answer because he didn't know how to introduce himself to Pete's parents. Not yet at least.
Fortunately, Pete did open the door.
"Wow, you're fast," Pete said, smiling at Patrick.
"I told you, I have nothing better to do. I was just excited," Patrick responded to Pete, returning the smile.
"Did you happen to bring a swimsuit?" Pete asked him.
"I did. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the pool down the street."
Pete laughed at Patrick's answer. "The community pool is gross. You're sharing it with a bunch of other people. We've got our own pool," Pete said with a proud look on his face.
"So like, a kiddie-pool?" Patrick said, trying not to give away that he'd already seen it.
"No, like an actual pool. About as big as the community pool, and all to ourselves," Pete smiled. His smile faded as he said, "Unless my parents decide to stop by." He quickly returned to smiling as he soon as he had said it.
Patrick pretended to not take notice of the change in his expression as he said, "What do you want to do first?"
Pete turned his gaze to meet Patrick's and said, "Let's go swimming first and get to know each other, and then we can watch some movies and stuff."
"Sounds great to me!"
Pete led Patrick inside. The first room they entered was a long hallway with gold and white argyle wallpaper that ended with a big spiraling set of stairs. There was 3 rooms on each side of the hallway, all with doors closed.
I might need to come back without Pete here and take a look around. Why do they close all the goddamn doors?
Pete led Patrick up the stairs to the second floor, but the stairs continuing spiraling up for what looked like 5 more floors. So 7 in total.
What do his parents do? Patrick thought, And why is Pete so scared of them? I'd love having parents that could afford this. He thought about his medium-sized suburban house and compared it to Pete's. When we get married, we're moving into his house.
When they hit the second floor, it was the same as it was through the front door. A long hallway with three doors on either side and the yellow and white diamond pattern wallpaper- which Patrick found very tacky. It wasn't his house though, so he didn't have the right to complain.
Pete led Patrick in the last door to the right which he said was his room. It was definitely different than the rest of the house that he had seen, which wasn't really that much of it, but it wasn't different in a bad way. The wallpaper was replaced with completely black walls plastered with band posters and celebrities cut out of magazines. It was basically what a stereotypical teenage girl's room would look like. There was a huge bed- probably a king or queen size- in the the middle of the room against a wall with miscellaneous furniture spread throughout the rest of the room. Patrick couldn't help but notice the black and red bass guitar hooked up to an amp in the corner.
"Do you play?" he asked, indicating to the the bass in corner. Of course he already knew the answer because he's seen him play it before. It was at one of his friend's (presumably) house in the garage. Patrick was watching from behind the tree of a thankfully abandoned house on the other side of the street.
"Yeah, I play in a band with some friends," he said, answering the question. He then picked up the bass and was about to play a little bit but was interrupted by a voice.
"Pete, who's your little friend?"
A/N: Once again, I can't express how much I have to thank you for reading. I know that this story is garbage and will probably continue to be garbage, so just thank you for reading. Also, I have no idea where this story will go. I have nothing planned out so send me ideas if you want.
I actually updated 3 days in a row, I'm proud of myself.
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Twin Skeletons ☩ Peterick
Fanfiction[ Stalker!Patrick ] Would you do anything for the one you love? Would you rip out your skeleton and give it to them if they asked for it? That's an unhealthy relationship, and one that Patrick finds himself wound up in.
