"mr stump you cannot wear that!" called mrs. rieder.
patrick turned to look at the teacher, wide eyed.
"excuse me, ma'am?" the boy asked politely.
"boys cannot wear skirts. it is not allowed! you will be sent to the office immediately!" the professor stated.
patrick nodded, teary eyes and rushed down the hall way to the bathroom.
as he was rushing through the halls, head down, holding in sobs, he smashed into a person, tumbling backwards.
"i-im sorry..." patrick began, choking on his words.
"oh my baby boy, what's wrong?"
patrick looked up and saw it was none other than peter lewis, his boyfriend.
"i-i-i..." patrick sputtered.
"come with me," pete said, grasping his the youngers hand.
once in the bathroom, pete set patrick on the sink and wiped his tears.
"talk to me honey. my beautiful boy, tell me what's wrong."
"th-they won't let m-me wear my skirt petey!" patrick sobbed.
"ill kill them. i promise!"
"no lets go-go home."
"ok"
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the next day patrick walked into school in leggings, wanting to cry. he just wanted to wear his pretty skirt.
"baby boy!" patrick heard. he turned around.
there was his boyfriend. his punk boyfriend. who wore spikes and dyed his hair, standing in a skirt.
"look what i got everyone to do!"
patrick looked around and saw everyone. the boys were all wearing skirts.
"petey...i...thank you...i love you..."
"i love you too"
