Senior Slump Or Comeback Of The Year

Sinatra Mood

It was always awkward for the first few moment when he and Patrick were alone. Patrick was too shy to be the one to initiate a conversation. And Pete was too afraid of slipping up and saying something stupid.

He shed his cardigan when they walked in the room. Pete couldn't stop examining his stomach. It was clearly rounder than it was the last time he saw it. This was all moving faster than he expected. Though, to be fair, he hadn't seen Patrick without those stupid cardigans on in a while. But now he understood why he wore them everyday in school.

Watching him move around the room now, in his jeans and fitted t-shirt. It was clear he was pregnant. It wasn't just a little chubbiness around his midsection. the front of his stomach was too hard and too spherical to be anything but a baby. Or maybe Pete was just imagining it that way because he knew his future child was in there.

Patrick was straightening things up around his already clean room. Straightening picture frames on his dresser. Dusting off knobs. Picking lint off things hanging in his open closet. He was keeping himself busy to avoid sitting beside Pete in awkward silence.

He pushed the closet door closed when he was finished organizing his sweaters. Revealing a previously hidden, black and white poster of Frank Sinatra.

"You like Sinatra?" Pete smiled at his own stupid question. It was he only poster on his wall. Of course he liked Sinatra. But it was surprising because most people their age didn't. At least not the people he hung out with.

"Of course." Patrick didn't miss the shock in his voice. "You don't?"

"I push more towards rock and roll." He did an air guitar to prove his point. Patrick snorted. Pete decided it was the cutest sound in the world. "But I like a little bit of everything I guess."

"Oh?" Patrick stopped wondering around his room and inched closer to Pete. "Let's see what your phone's playing right now?"

"Uh, lets see." Pete flipped his bangs out of his face to get a better look at his phone. Laughing at himself when he saw the title. The White Stripes- Seven nation army. Cliche. Instead of just repeating that to Patrick, he hit play.

I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back.

The song blared from the phone's speakers. Patrick nodded his head to the song. Immediately recognizing it. He waited a few beats to join in.

"And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone." He held the last syllable longer than the original singer did.

The beauty of his voice showed in the one sung line. It rang through the room. Pete's jaw dropped. He stared at the boy in front of him with his open mouth. Patrick shut his. Concerned worry clouding him.

"Y-You sing?" Pete managed.

"Oh yeah." Patrick laughed. Brushing it off easily. "Kind of."

"That was no kind of." Pete paused the song. "You sound amazing."

He didn't deny it. "Okay, so I'm pretty good."

"You didn't tell me you could sing!"

"You didn't ask."

"How would I know to ask something like that?"

"How would I know you'd want to know?"

"Sing something else."

"Like what?"

"Anything." He pulled the boy down beside him on the bed. "Hell, sing some Frank Sinatra if you want."

"Okay." Patrick closed his eyes. Trying to think of any lyrics. "I'm so bad at remember the words to things. So I'm probably going to botch this so badly."

"I don't care."

He cleared his throat. Staring down at his hands, he started to sing. "Is your figure less than Greek?" Pete didn't recognize the line but that didn't make him any less mesmerized with how Patrick sung it. "Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?" He held the note softly and evenly. Pete's stomach flipped. His heart fluttered like the wings of a bird taking flight. "But don't change a hair for me." His voice was deeper than it was when he was speaking. "Not if you care for me." He looked up at Pete then. Gaining comfort the longer he sung. "Stay, little valentine, stay!" Their eyes connected. Pete felt like the real life representation of the heart eyes emoji. "Each day is Valentine's Day."

"I think I love you." He sighed.

"What?!"

Holy shit. That was supposed to stay in his head. Did he say that out loud? He didn't mean to say that out loud! Why the fuck would he say that? How was he going to save his ass on this one?

"I-uh the song. I've never heard it before. What is that?"

"Uh," Patrick was still shell shocked by Pete's confession.

There was no saving himself from this then. "I'm sorry."

"I-uh." His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"That was supposed to stay in my mind. I don't know how it came out. I shouldn't have said that. Now you feel uncomfortable. Your voice is just really beautiful. You're really beautiful. I don't even know what love is. I'm a dumbass and-"

Patrick dove forward to shut him up. Their lips pressed together too hard at first. Awkward. Everything about them was awkward at first. Their teeth pushed against the inner skin of their mouths. But they quickly relaxed into it.

A/N: You guys have waited like months for me to update before. So I'm going to keep updating way more frequently as a thank you for your patience with my laziness. My Writer's Block is gone, bitches!