Pete led Patrick to where the bathroom was so he could go get changed. Patrick quickly stripped down and slid on his pair of blue and green swim trunks and a plain white T-Shirt. He was kinda self-conscious about his weight, but from past experiences Patrick learned to not let his view of himself control his life. There were more important things to focus on, like Pete.
When Patrick exited the bathroom, Pete was already done. He wore a pair of plain black swim trucks, his chest exposed. Right under his belly button was a tattoo of a bat. There were also plenty of other tattoos in various other places, now exposed.
"Last one to the pool has to lick Brendon's forehead!" Pete shouted as he sprinted out of the room.
"Fuck you!" Patrick shouted racing after Pete. He purposely stayed a few feet behind Pete, because he didn't know how to get to the pool. Pete quickly opened a glass sliding door that led out to the pool. Patrick used the opportunity of Pete stopping to open the door to fly past him. Patrick attempted to stop but ended up not being able to stop in time to avoid landing flat on his face in the pool.
When Patrick emerged from the water, his face red and stinging, Pete was laying on the concrete surrounding the pool laughing his ass off.
"I guess I have to lick Brendon's forehead now," Pete said between laughter, tears now forming in the corners of his eyes.
"If you can even reach his forehead," Patrick shot back with a smirk, changing into a playful grin after a few seconds.
"You're gonna get it for that," Pete said picking himself up and tossing himself in the water. He had cannon-balled so Patrick ended up getting splashed.
"Jokes on you, I'm already wet."
"You dirty little man."
"That's it."
Patrick dove under and swam over to Pete. Patrick then pulled him under and then stood on his chest. Patrick then looked down and noticed Pete was pulling an over dramatic pose, with a hand over his heart and the other over his (normal-sized) forehead. Patrick stood on him for a second with a triumphant look on his face until he moved and allowed Pete to resurface.
"Damn, you're violent," Pete said, wiping water from his eyes.
"You have no idea," Patrick said, not realizing what he had said until he had said it.
"What do you mean by that?" Pete asked, a somewhat concerned look on his face.
"What do I mean by what?"
"The 'you have no idea' thing?"
"I did wrestling in 5th grade," Patrick quickly lied.
"Sure," Pete responded suspiciously.
Patrick smirked and playfully tackled Pete, both of them going underwater. They resurfaced about a second later, Patrick still holding Pete as if he was tackling him.
"3! 2! 1!" Patrick shouted with victory.
"You win El Patridor," Pete said with defeat in his voice. The defeat quickly turned into humor, "Is this what you do in the bedroom?"
"Depends who I'm with," Patrick said with a wink.
"Would you do it with me?"
Patrick was shocked with how straight forward he was.
"I'm kidding," Pete said before Patrick could respond.
Patrick put on a fake smile before pulling Pete underwater again.
A/N: I was probably gonna stop updating this but a friend kept begging for an update so blame them for the continuation of this shitty story.
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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.
