Friends Till The End(Peterick)

Chapter 5

Hi ppls!!! So the picture above I found online and I just started laughing so hard!!!!!Anyway enjoy

(Pete, age 18, point of view)
Wow. I'm surprised Patrick let me be the dominant one, cause he is usually a fighter. If I'm going to be honest, being dominant is more fun for me. And the second time of almost having sex was actually in my opinion a lot more fun than the first time.But I don't think anything can beat our first kiss in third grade.
"You're gifted Pete", Patrick smiled up at me as we held hands walking towards school.
"So are you baby Patty", I smile kissing his temple. You know, me and Patrick are definitely ok with kissing and holding hands and hugging at school since our school isn't homophobic. And plus, me and Patrick are the cutest couple:)
"Wanna do it again...later?", Patrick asked looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Of course", I whisper.
         "Are you sure you aren't cold?", he asks, playing with the zipper on the jacket I had given him because he was cold.
       "I don't care if I'm cold. I only care if you're cold", I smile down at him. He looks away and looks at his feet.
       "I don't deserve you Pete. And all the things you do for me", he says sadly. "You're too good for me".
         I grab Patrick's and force him to look at me.(But not in a hurtful force.)
        "You deserve the world Patrick. You're an angel. A perfect, beautiful, precious, adorable, flawless, gorgeous, angel. So baby please stop telling your self all those mean things. Can you do that for me baby"? I ask him. He nods. I peck his lips. He pulls me closer to me by pulling on my shirt collar. I pull his legs up so he was straddling me. We smile for through the kiss.
        "Love ya", we both say at the same time when we pull away. I set him down and lace our hands together.
       As we were getting closer to school Patrick started slowing down
"What wrong Pattycakes", I ask walking back towards him.
"I don't feel good",he pouted.
"Aww come on Patty look the school isn't that far away", I try to tell him. Too bad he is way too stubborn. But of course it's irresistible. His stubbornness is one of his best qualities I love and adore about him.
"Hey it's not my fault someone has been straddling me all day", he smirked and pouted at the same time which was adorable.
"Come here baby", I smiled, picking him up bridal style. I looked down at my precious angel and saw how tired he looked. The walk to school was like five minutes or so. I smirked but he blushed when we got "aww"s and "they are made for each other" and stuff like that from people.
       "Hey!You all better remember that he is mine", I yelled at them playfully. They all nodded.
       "And he is mine so you all better stay away", Patrick pouted playfully gripping his grasp around my neck tighter. They all nod again.
      "HEY HOWS PETERICK DOING!!!!", Brendon screamed running over to us. In nearly ten years Brendon has still not changed from his five year old self.
       "Shut up bitch", I snap at him."My baby is tried".
        "Awwwwww". After hearing that I hear the sound of a click from a camera. I turn around to see Joe, Andy, Frank, Gerard, Josh, and Tyler all holding up their phones. Well except for Frank because he takes the photos for our school newspaper and yearbook.
        "Now all these pictures I have of you and Patrick are going into the yearbook", Frank grins. I hold the middle finger up at him.
         "Oh I bet you stick that up in Patrick all the time", Josh laughed. I grab a rock and throw at him. Fortunately, it hit his chest.
         "Uh Pete...I think there is something wrong with Patrick", Andy says in a worried tone while Josh is whimpering that I hit the soft part in his chest.
           I look down at Patrick. His eyes are almost shut closed. He is pale and looks weak.
         "Patrick", I ask. No answer. "Patrick?". No answer. I see a couple streams of blood escape his temple.Oh no. I move the hair from his eyes and see something I have never seen there before. A big purple and red bruise. And now streams of blood are escaping his head. I feel a tear drop from my eye and land exactly on his heart.
      "Pete get him to the nurse. Me and Andy will go to the nurse with you while the other guys can tell your home room teachers what happened", Joe tells me putting a hand on my shoulder. I nod looking down at my angel.  More blood is escaping. Not just from his head but from his chest too.
      We hurry towards the nurse and our good friends Megan Camper and Ashlee Simpson hold the door open for us. They stare at Patrick in shock.
      "Oh no what happened here", the nurse gasps at the sight of Patrick. She mentions for me to set Patrick down on a table. I set him down carefully, my hand on his forehead, moving the hair from his face.
      "I don't know what happened.He just started bleeding out of no where", I  respond to her question, tears leaving my eyes.
       "Oh dear", she comes over and gives me a hug. "You can stay with him for as long as you like. I will be right back to get a couple things to patch him up". Before she leaves she gives me a small smile. I smile before I hear a little sick cough. I turn to look at Patrick staring up at me, fear all over his face.
        "Pete...", he whispered."I don't feel good..."
I moved closer to him, running my hand through his hair. "Shh I know you don't feel good baby it's going to be ok", I leaned over and kiss his forehead gently, getting some of his blood on my lips.
"Make me feel better", he whispered again."Tickle me".
"I can't it might hurt you", I tell him, a couple new tears escaping my eyes.
"Please Petey...", he whispers grabbing my shirt collar, pulling me closer to him.
I smile at him. I tickle him gently, causing him to start these adorable giggles. I stop after a little while.
"There's my baby's smile", I smile. He smiles. I lean over and peck his lips, both of us smiling through the entire kiss. I have to say, this is one of my favorite kisses. I pull back from our sweet, gentle, kiss.
"Patrick...what happened?", I plead for him to tell me. He looks down. "Patty..."
"My dad...", he mumbled, staring into my eyes with sadness. At first, I couldn't understand what he said, but then I managed to understand what he said.
"Did your dad do this to you?", I ask him, knowing the answer.
"I didn't want you to find out this way...", he whispered tears dripping from his eyes.
"Aww baby. Why didn't you tell me", I whisper. I'm glad the nurse left to find bandages and other stuff to heal his wounds. We both start to cry.
"You must hate me now...", he cried. I stared at him from his words.
"I would never hate you angel...I love you. But I promised you a long time ago I would protect you and I didn't. I wasn't there for you when you needed me most.I could have protected you but I didn't", I cry, laying my head on his shoulder."I'm sorry baby".
He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. He smiled up at me. I smiled back. I yanked my shirt off over my head. I wrapped it around his chest. I thought it might help for a while. I lean over and kiss his tears. I unbutton his shirt in the process. Once I pulled away, I notice all the scars and bruises all over his chest. I lean over to his chest and kiss each wound, even his wound that was currently gushing with blood. I lay my head on his on his heart.
      "Petey...he's been raping me", Patrick whispered through my hair.
       "I swear I'm going to kill him", I snap. I turn my head up to look up at him. "I will protect you this time ok?" I lean up to peck his small lips. "I promise...", I mutter before I give the best kiss I have ever given to this boy.