"Hey, Patrick! I-I thought you might like to go on a date with me, if I were to invite you to one, correct?" Pete asks a reflection of his anxious, despaired self.
"No... That's too amusing," Pete looks at the rose he had clipped from a neighbor's garden. The bloody-red shades were now a royal purple, dying in Pete's hands.
"Um, I'm too shy... Maybe I can just write it down," Pete wonders out loud.
But Pete never likes to admit how good of a poet he is. He just enjoys writing, but he didn't agree - with Patrick - that he was any good at it.
"Nevermind."
Pete stands up, pulls up his pants and tucks his fancy white shirt in. He really dressed up for this - in hopes that he wouldn't be declined.
Pete waits for Patrick to arrive. The two are roommates, but Pete has always felt it in his veins that Patrick and him were deeply connected.
Pete was quite fond of his roommate. He liked pleasing him and flattering him with compliments, which were just observations from Pete's view; his honesty towards Patrick was always so beautiful.
Then the doorknob was struggling to let Patrick enter. Pete stood there, in front of the unpowered television screen, holding a dead rose in his black-painted nails.
When Patrick entered, the spark in Pete's eyes went off.
"Um, hi, Pete," Patrick smiles when he sees the flustered boy in their quiet living room.
"P-Patrick... I wanted to ask you something, but... I don't know how to."
"Oh. I won't mind answering... Just ask," Patrick shrugs with a concerned smile.
Pete blushes, looking at the rose in his hands.
"I... got this for you, Patrick," Pete offers the few petals to him and smiles toothily.
"Oh. Thank you," Patrick grabs the stem, accepting Pete's gesture.
When Patrick looks into them, Pete's eyes are smiling.
"M-maybe the little flower will feel better in the fresh air or in a pretty vase in a pretty place," Pete smiles at Patrick, "like in a restaurant where we can have a date," Pete finishes his thought.
Patrick knew his blush was visible on such pale skin. He nodded his head and answered, "I'd love to go out with you."
Pete gently ushers his cheek away from Patrick, an - amateur, failed - attempt to cover up his blush.
"Thank you," Pete mumbles. "Are you ready?" he asks with patience.
"Yeah, I just need to brush my teeth."
"Okay. I'll wait for you here," Pete lifts his heels before letting them set on the floor again, repeating this to calm his nerves.
When Patrick was seen again, his hair was combed under his fedora and his leather jacket was now a blue, button-up.
Pete smiled as Patrick walked his way.
"Come on," Patrick holds Pete's hand to lead them both out of the house.
"Okay, fine, but I'm still driving," Pete tells him, taking his keys and claiming his seat behind the wheel.
The restaurant served Italian food and yummy dessert.
Pete was more than glad to share his plate with Patrick, although they each ordered individual meals.
The two were already comfortable with each other - despite all the blushing sessions they shared - and no stranger to the other, so the silence wasn't invited to join their evening.
Pete had fun talking and listening - he loved being a part of Patrick's happiness and he adored the way Patrick would make that smile where it's obvious he's hiding his tongue behind his front teeth; it was a pretty, humble smile on Patrick.
When the bill arrived, Pete immediately offered to pay for both meals.
"Oh, I can pay for what I ordered," Patrick was flattered at Pete but he refused to let him be this generous.
"No, it was my idea to bring you here and I had planned it a while now... Plus, I think you payed enough with how long you've tolerated me," Pete smiles toothily; Patrick loves that smile on him.
"Fine. But this is going to be my excuse to invite you out some other time," Patrick says with a chuckle.
"You have no reason to get even with me; I wanted to pay for you - as a treat."
"...Thank you, Pete. Should we go home now?" Patrick asks with sleepy eyes.
"Yeah... Let's go," Pete helps his date on his feet and they stroll out of the restaurant.
"Hey, Patrick, was I a good date?" Pete asks once the boys are in their pajamas, readying themselves for sleep.
"Um... I think you deserve better than just 'good' - you were wonderful, Pete. I had a lovely evening," Patrick smiles sweetly as he stands next to Pete.
"Did you? I'm so glad... I-I've never taken anyone on a date before."
Pete sits on his bed, trying to keep a smile on.
"Wow. Well... you were a natural at it. I mean, you knew what to say and it was really fun and enjoyable," Patrick scratches the back of his head, sheepishly taking Pete's hand when he sits down.
"What," Pete murmurs, a soft glaze drawn in his eyes as he blinks whimsically.
"I-- come here," Patrick says in a soft, smooth voice.
Pete brings his face closer to Patrick's. Their noses touch and it makes Patrick exhale a soft chuckle.
Patrick closes his eyes before he tilts his head to one side, opening his mouth slightly, then touching his lips with Pete's.
Pete watches with pleasant embarrassment as Patrick pleasures his mouth. He then closes his eyes along with his date, the two boys falling for each other with each new direction their lips move to.
Pete lets out a pretty sound and his face flushes to a bright pink. Patrick's lips express a smile that results in an ensemble of pretty, indulgent sounds from Patrick.
Pete feels his head flurrying and spinning and swimming when Patrick pushes him onto the mattress.
His hair is being played with and the next thing he hears is a giggle from Patrick.
The kiss is broken but their lips are still touching, the pair of heads holding one another up as focused eye contact is casted like a spell.
