Full Of Love

You Belong With Me

I don't have an excuse for this shitty fic, I wrote the beginning in History class because I got super bored. Hope you enjoy, I'm gonna do a part 2, so look forward to that :)

{Patrick's POV}

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset..." I bolted out the lyrics to my (secret) favorite Taylor Swift song... in the car with Pete. He didn't care that I knew it, but what he didn't know was that it applied to our relationship. I heard the arguing and the snappy goodbyes. I knew he and Maria weren't happy. And I had a huge crush on him. I have a crush on my best friend, how stupid. 

"Have you seen the video for that? It's so sweet! I wish Maria was that sweet..." He said at the end of the song, sighing heavily. 

"If I ever get a boyfriend, I would be sweeter than sweet. I would want him to feel wanted." I mumbled to myself more than to Pete.

"You would be an amazing boyfriend, I know." He replied, laughing a little.

"If only anyone else saw that." I joked, sighing.

"Are you saying you wouldn't want me as a boyfriend?" He remarked slyly. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. 

"W-what? I didn't say that!" I stumbled over my words, probably turning red. 

"Ha, chill dude. I was just joking." He said, shaking his head. Did he know what he was doing to me?! God, I wish he wasn't dating Maria...

{Pete's POV}

"Ha, chill dude. I was just joking." I said, wishing he had said yes. I have the biggest crush on him, I want some reassurance that he likes me back, other than Andy, Joe, and Brendon telling me. 

I swear as he turned the car off I saw a hint of disappointment flash across his face. I was probably imagining it. 

-later that night in their apartment still in Pete's POV-

It was around 8 or 9 at night and I heard soft singing coming from the bathroom. I got up to investigate. 

It turned out to be Patrick singing in the shower(I didn't open the door, I'm not that perverted). I don't know why I realize that we're the only two in the house... it's been a long week. He was singing 'You Belong With Me' again, and, god, he has an amazing voice. I leaned against the doorframe, just listening. I could do that all night, which I planned to do, not realizing he would get out of the shower at one point. I was deep in thought and I didn't even notice the shower turn off. 

The door opening woke me from my state of unconsciousness. I looked up to see a whiter-than-normal Patrick standing with a loose towel around his waist. I couldn't help but stare, I mean he is HOT. 

"Um... Pete? You alright there, my eyes are up here bud." Oh god. He was snickering a little. He hated me. I knew I would screw it up somehow.

"Ha, I'm just not used to seeing you like this. Don't flatter yourself, Pat. " Good save Pete, he didn't even seem mad why not RUIN this opportunity. 

{Patrick's POV}

"Ha, I'm just not used to seeing you like. Don't flatter yourself, Pat." Oh. He's so cute, ugh. I just had to think he was staring at my waist, of course he wasn't! What was I thinking?

"I wasn't thinking that. Now, what were you doing sitting outside of the bathroom?" I asked, trying to move the conversation away from that.

"Ummm... well, to be honest, I was listening to you sing. It calmed me down actually," he whispered, barely audible. He was shy, awwwww. But why??

"Thanks, Pete."

-another time skip cause why not-

I was laying in bed and I still couldn't stop thinking about Pete! He was definitely staring at my waist and he was sitting in the hallway listening to me sing. Those are signs that he likes me right? And he said I would be an amazing boyfriend... But he's dating Maria. I can't be that kind of person. I- what was that? It sounded like footsteps near my door. Crap.

The door opened and it was... PETE. What the friddledoo?! What was Pete doing up at 3 in the morning? He didn't even say anything, just stumbled over to my bed and climbed in beside me. What's happening?

He just curled up beside me and wrapped his hands around my waist. I was only wearing underwear! WHAT IS HAPPENING??

About 10 minutes passed without either one of us speaking and I was kind of getting used to Pete laying here. And... kind of liking it. Right as I was falling asleep I heard him whisper.

"I wish we could do this every night. You're so much better than Maria, And plus, you're really hot Patty."