New Year - Sequel to Mistletoe

April 26, 2015

A/N: I have such a headache my teeth are aching from the orthodontist and I want to cry

Patrick

I knocked on the door hesitantly, pushing up my glasses which had fallen down the bridge of my nose. Pete opened it soon after, rubbing the back of his neck and yawning. He smiled once he saw me, though, and he stepped aside as I came inside, shivering slightly.

He saw me shiver, and quickly pressed a hand to my arm as my eyes widened and I pulled it back. "'Trick, you're freezing." I gave him a small, awkward smile. "I-It's still cold out." He walked over to the couch, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over me, as I gasped and he wrapped it around me.

I backed away from him slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and he sent me a reassuring smile as he asked, "Do you need anything?" I shook my head, my black fedora falling off my head as I did so. He gave a small chuckle and grabbed it, placing it unevenly on his head, then plopping down on the couch.

I sat down as well, tugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders as he looked over at me. "Hey, Patrick?" He mumbled, and I looked over at him as well. I was surprised to see the concerned, almost scared expression on his face, and I replied, "Yes?" He was quiet for a second, before mumbling, "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

I didn't know how to answer him, and I looked down before quietly answering, "A b-bit." I could hear him exhale, then I looked back at him and quickly added, "But that's just because I need time." He nodded, understanding. Then he said, "We can still hang out, right? As friends?" I nodded. "Yeah, it's fine, Pete."

He stretched out his legs, putting his feet on the coffee table and yawned again, and I gave a small laugh as I said, "Nice pajama pants." He looked down at his batman pajama pants, and then smirked back up at me. "Thanks, Pattycakes." He then looked at me, and said, "How come you're wearing that?" I looked down, seeing my cardigan and black t-shirt. "What do you mean?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Cool people wear pajamas." I raised mine as well. "Well, shoot. Guess I'm not cool, then." He snorted. "What?" I asked. "You said 'shoot'." "What's wrong with that?" He shook his head, giving me an innocent smile. "Nothing." I rolled my eyes, and there was an awkward silence in the room as I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders once again, Pete glancing at me.

I looked over at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable, then he smirked. "W-What are you doing...?" I asked quietly, stuttering as my eyes widened. He grinned, before jumping on me and tickling my sides. I instantly burst out laughing, kicking my feet as I tried to pry his hands off me. "Pete, stop!" I shrieked, my eyes watering slightly as he kept tickling me, grinning the whole time.

Eventually, I pushed him off, and he smiled innocently, saying, "I'm sorry, Patrick. Forgive me?" I stared at him, and he gave me another smile. "Fine." I sighed. Then I smirked, and his smile faltered. I began poking his side, and his eyes widened. "Please no." he whispered, eyes pleading. I just gave him an evil smile as I began tickling him. Payback.

He instantly began laughing, and curled up as I began laughing as well. He started trying to push me off him, but I didn't move. Then, he accidentally kicked me. I winced in pain, instantly moving away and his eyes instantly widened in fear and concern. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I held the spot by my stomach where I could feel the stinging pain, and shook my head, wincing again.

He sat up immediately, and I fought back a few tears as I mumbled, "You kick pretty hard." "I'm so, so sorry, Patrick. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you." I nodded, gritting my teeth at the pain. "I know, Pete." He cautiously looked at the spot he'd kicked, looking back up at me questioningly. "Uh...c-can I see it?" My face flushed a light pink, and I nodded as I lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a red mark where he'd kicked me.

He looked closer at it, and I uncomfortably shifted. "Looks like it's gonna be a bruise." He mumbled, looking ashamed. "Pete, it's fine. It wasn't your fault." He sighed, looking down. "I'm really sorry." He whispered, looking guilty. Surprising myself, and him as well, I pulled him into a short hug. "Don't blame yourself."

I pulled away, and his eyes were wide from surprise as he stuttered, "O-Okay." I leaned back into the couch, and he sat back as well. He glanced at me and whispered, "I could put in a movie to take your mind off it?" His voice rose in a questioning tone, and I nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Sounds good."