Peterick Oneshots

12

"Pete, do you mind telling me why exactly you have these, thoughts?"
"I don't know what you mean Dr Goldman. I think a lot."
"I mean the thoughts that cause your mom to think you need to be here."
"I, people tell me I'm weird."
"Why is that?"
"A lot of things. I don't have any friends, I don't really understand why. I've never done anything mean to anyone. People are confusing, and I like to accept that."
"Pete, as your principal, I'm going to assign you a partner."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to assign you a friend. Maybe to help you fit in, stuff like that. You're expected to hangout at least once a week at either one's house." Pete frowned and clutched his backpack.
       A young boy walking in the room. Pete had seen him before. He had blonde hair sticking out of his trucker cap and a jean jacket covered in buttons.
"So, Patrick, this is Pete. Pete, this is patrick." The patrick kid looked uninterested.
"Patrick, after school you will go to Pete's house and learn about your new friend more."
"So what, is this some kind of buddy system to help retarded kids feel included?" Patrick asked. Pete felt kind of hurt, he didn't understand why everybody thought everything was weird. Mr Goldman glared at Patrick.
"That's is NOT a nice way to treat your fellow peers. Please apologize."
"I'm sorry that you're a fucking retard." Patrick grumbled and walked out of the room. Pete got up and walked away.
       Patrick walked into Pete's room and gave him kind of a disgusted look.
"Jesus, we have something in common." He said and looked at my posters. Then he looked at the drawings on my wall.
"The fuck?" He looked at the drawings. They were mostly of comic characters but in, a weird style. They were colored very exotically and looked a little messed up.
"Why'd you draw them all fucked up? And why is Thor green? Why is the hulk black? Why are these so.. Weird?!" Patrick looked at them.
"I don't see why you're so offended they're not colored the way you desire." Pete said lowly and Patrick turned around.
"It's just not right!"
"Why should I care?"
"You should care because what if you wanna fuck a girl, your wall is a living cockblock!"
"I don't care. I don't care because who cares? It's just wall design and it's not their own wall design. I don't know why so many things are considered weird. Like if I don't color in Thor the colors everyone wants me to I'm considered a retard and in need of therapy?! If I don't have many friends because I don't care about my social reputation I'm considered a fucking retard?!" Patrick stopped at Pete's outburst and smiled.
"You know, I really like the perspective you see things from." Patrick said and with that he was standing next to Pete, a thumb under his chin.
"I would kiss you, but I can tell you have your feelings reserved for someone else. But, who cares, right?" Pete smiled and kissed Patrick softly.
"Oh c'mon you pussy that was a peck!" Patrick kissed him a little more intense and that's what got Pete hooked. He ran his tongue across Patrick's lip await song for something a little more. Patrick pulled away and kissed Pete's cheek before ray Bing out of his room. Pete looked out his window and watched Patrick unlocking his car. They exchanged waves before Patrick left. Pete found himself excited for a new friend.

So I saw The Swiss Army Man and it was such a good movie that I was inspired. but I'm pretty sure I didn't get the message right because I don't know how to explain anything.