The little voice inside of Patrick's head that always scolded him for fucking up was going insane.
YOU IDIOT, he yelled at himself, HOW COULD SAY THAT?
Do you realize how badly you fucked up?
You pushed the plan ahead 3 months. 3 FUCKING MONTHS.
While all of this was happening, Pete was chuckling his little ass off. "I could slow down if you want."
In an instant, Patrick's mind just exploded.
WHAT THE FUCK?
HOW THE HELL?
THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN FOR 3 MONTHS!
"Wait what?" Patrick said, mostly to himself.
"I said I could slow down. You said things are going to fast so I'll pull back on the gas pedal a little bit."
Patrick stared dumbfounded at Pete.
"That was-" Patrick cut himself off to think of the word needed, "-very poetic."
"Why thank you," Pete said, doing a mock bow.
"Whatever Prince Charming," Sasstrick said.
"If I'm Prince Charming, then that means you're my princess," Pete said with a wink. Any bit of malice that had previously been visible in his eyes was now completely gone and replaced with mischief. There was something else in his eyes that Patrick couldn't quite place, but it was something Patrick wanted. He saw an opportunity arising and he would use it to make an attempt to figure out what it was.
"To be honest, you're the princess," Patrick giggled.
"I'm the princess?"
"Yeah."
"But you're the beautiful one," Pete said with a wink.
"But you're the slick one."
"Touche."
"Why don't you put those slick skills to the test?" Patrick said, probably pushing what he could accomplish in the little time that he had "known" Pete.
"Why don't I put those slick skills to the test at the coffee shop next weekend?" Pete smirked.
"You'll have to teach me how to be slick," Patrick said with fake awe in his voice.
"I guess I will," Pete smirked yet again, "Because it's clear they work."
Patrick laughed at Pete's statement but felt like he was missing something. He put his little stalker brain to work, analyzing everything that happened in the past day. He almost facepalmed when it dawned on him.
"You set me up from the beginning," Patrick gasped.
Pete shrugged in response.
"You knew I was behind the bush."
"Maybe I did."
"I really do need slick lessons from you."
"Like I said, next weekend."
"I'll see you there," Patrick smiled, "I should get going though. Thanks for the amazing day."
"No problem, the pleasure's all mine," Pete said, doing another "Prince Charming" bow.
Pete led Patrick back up to his room where they both dried off and changed, taking turns in the bathroom of course, and Pete walked with Patrick to the door. Patrick sprinted all the way back home.
He was a happy little bean.
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A/N: Patrick's not insane. The voices are himself.
shhh, don't tell anyone
Ok, but in all honesty, I've thought about how this is going to end. I'm going to start pre-writing this and releasing chapters on whatever interval I decide
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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.
