Christmas - Prequel to Mistletoe

October 9, 2013

Patrick

"You can't be serious." I furrowed my eyebrows as Pete held up his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, I never really liked the original Ghostbusters movie!" I gasped, leaning back. "I can't believe you, Peter." He sent me an apologetic look as I rested my back against the booth we were seated at, in a small coffee shop.

"I mean, it's okay, and I'll watch it, but I just think it could be a little better." I gave him a small smirk as I took a sip of my coffee, responding, "Well, I liked it a lot." He sent me an innocent smile. "And I respect that." I found myself staring at him for a little bit too long as I looked down, my face growing a light pink. "You're cute when you blush." Pete said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said it. "You flirt too much." He raised his eyebrows, casually taking a sip of coffee and replying, "Only to you." I tried to hide the blush that appeared on my face as I looked down, him smirking triumphantly.

"I don't think I'm that cute." I mumbled, almost expecting him not to hear me. I could hear the disbelief in his voice as he said, "Are you serious? You're like, the most adorable person ever. Plus your blush and your stutter are really fucking cute too." I looked up to see him smiling at me genuinely, like he really wanted me to believe him.

"Well...thanks, Pete." I responded slowly, trying hard not to blush even more. He smiled again, answering, "I'm just being honest, 'Trick." "That's a new one." His eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like being called that?" I avoided eye contact as I replied, "Actually...I really like that." He relaxed a little. "Oh, okay. I'll just call you that more then."

I smiled at him, and he smiled back as we both took sips of coffee, then he asked, "This is a little random," I raised my eyebrows as he went on, "so you have insomnia?" I nodded. "Yeah. I've always had it, actually." "Me too. I mean, it gets really bad sometimes but usually I can get at least some sleep."

"Sometimes I'll just sing to myself and it helps." His eyebrows raised, and he seemed surprised. "You sing?" I nodded, and his face broke out into a smile. "You never told me!" "Well, I can't say that I sound very good, but yeah, I like singing." He scoffed. "Bullshit. I bet you sound amazing." I rolled my eyes. "Then I guess I'll have to sing to you sometime." He clapped his hands in enthusiasm, almost knocking over his coffee as I let out a laugh. "You're like an actual toddler."

He pouted, sticking out his lip while I tried to ignore the fact that it really made me want to kiss him. Wait, what? My eyes widened as I shook my head, which confused him. "Why'd you shake your head?" "Oh, sorry. There was a bug. On my ear." His eyebrows furrowed. "Okay...?" I smiled, and he smiled back, still a little confused. We were interrupted by a voice coming from the end of the table. "Hey, Patrick! How's it going?" I looked over to see a smiling Gerard, red hair still falling in front of his face. I smiled instantly, as I answered, "Oh, hey, Gerard! I haven't seen you in forever!" Pete, who was awkwardly looking between us, casually took a sip of his coffee as Gerard answered, "Yeah, I've been pretty busy." I nodded, then gasped, "Oh, by the way, how'd things work out with you?"

He smiled, answering, "It went well! Yeah, we're really happy. Thank you, by the way. You helped a lot." I smiled, responding, "Well, you needed the help, I guess." Pete coughed awkwardly, and I turned my head to look at him, then gasped out, "Oh, sorry! Pete, this is Gerard. Gerard, this is Pete." Pete gave what looked to be a forced smile, replying, "It's nice to meet you." My smile faltered a bit, confused, but I shook it off as Gerard smiled back. "It's nice to meet you, too." Gerard wiggled his eyebrows at me, sneaking a glance at Pete as I sent him a glare, and he just laughed. "I should really leave. Frank's waiting for me." I nodded. "Okay. Tell him I said hi?" He nodded, and smiled before giving me a wave and leaving. I turned to Pete as he said, "So who was that?"

I looked at him, and was a bit surprised to see how serious he was. "Oh, that was just a friend. He was the first person Brendon and Ryan tried to set me up with but he ended up getting back together with his old boyfriend, Frank," I could see him relax a little, and I went on cautiously, "why?" He suddenly seemed to be interested in the sidewalk outside the window as he answered, "No reason. I was just curious." I stared at him for a moment, before I finally got it. "Oh my god," I chuckled, him looking over at me.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" His eyes widened slightly as he said, "No. Definitely not. Why would I be jealous?" I raised my eyebrow at him as he avoided eye contact, and I finally smirked, answering, "Sure, Pete." He blushed slightly, and I pretended to ignore it as I took another sip of coffee. I didn't know why he would be jealous, because I wasn't really anything special, but it made me feel kind of happy.

Like maybe, he did like me.

Did I like him? Well, yeah. I think I like him. I just didn't really think he liked me. But maybe he does. The problem was that I'd never get the courage to ask him. But this was a little hint from him. Hopefully. Then again, I didn't want to get my hopes up if he didn't like me.