Boycott Love (Peterick AU)

Chapter 4

Pete's P.O.V.

I wake up startled to the smell of something burning and some grumbling coming from the kitchen. Groaning I make my way in there was fast as one can after just waking up. I stumble in the find Patrick making a huge mess and whatever had been in the pan on the stove burned to a crisp.

"Uh Patrick, exactly what are you doing to those poor pans?"

He looks up startled and glances at the various bowls and foods lying on tube counter. "Cooking?" he asks with a weak smile.

I just shake my head. "What can you even cook with flour, jam, orange juice, and what even is that?.." I ask curiously while motioning to a bowl.

"Canned peaches?"

I sigh and guide him to my room. "Get changed. I'm taking us out to eat, again, I'll deal with this mess later.."

He nods slowly , "Are you sure Pete? And I'm sorry I didn't think it would end that badly.. I mean I know yesterday didn't go well but still..."

I nod and wait for him to get changed before we head to get in the car.

I pull my car into the lot of Bob Evans and look over at Patrick. He looks perfect, the morning sun pouring over his face as he happily hums along to a song on the radio. I take my keys out of the ignition and open my door. I quickly rush around to his side and open the door for him.

"Pete you didn't have to do that" he says as he blushes. I just grin and grab his hand. His face goes red and I smile as I drag him towards the front door. I notice that he's glancing at me nervously as we approach the line to be seated, but I refuse to let go of his hand if anything I squeeze it tighter.

"Pete...." he whines and tries to tug his hand free.
"Patrickkk" I say back dragging out the k, "I'm not letting go so get over it" He huffs and glares at me even though I know he's not really that mad at me.

"Table for how many?" The lady asks as she gives us a look. It's not really a mean look, it's more of a 'I'm not sure if I approve but it's none of my business' look. I don't really mind, since it could be worse. At least she's trying, more people need to do that.
"Two please" I say politely. We're quickly seated and handed menus.

Patrick's POV

Pete finally lets go of my hand when we're being seated. He's definitely nice, and quite the gentleman. No one has ever opened a car door for me before. I glance up from my menu and look at him, he's engulfed by the menu who know a guy could be so interested in food all the time. I suppose all the time could be an exaggeration considering I just met him, but I do know he's obsessed with pizza. Honestly I'm incredibly glad someone like him got me this time, a little bit more money for my family. I still wonder what he meant by things should be better for me, maybe I should ask him. Now is as good as any time, especially since there will be food as a distraction. I clear my throat and he looks up. "Can I ask you something?"

He laughs, "You just did." I roll my eyes and playfully hit his arm. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" He shrugs "What did you mean yesterday by things should be better for me?" He just gives me a small smiled and shrugs, he's saved from my question as the waiter comes to get out order. We end up talking about music until our food arrives, which surprisingly isn't long. Pete is shoveling down his pancakes like a madman. Goodness, he eats a lot for someone so skinny. I wish I could do that. Breakfast ends up being pretty uneventful, mostly just eating very little talking. That's okay though, even though I don't know him well yet just being around him seems nice. We finally finish up and start to head out. Pete of course getting all the doors for me as we go, I actually kinda like it. I smile as he opens the car door for me, "Pete, thank you. Not just for the door, but for everything so far."

Pete's POV

For a minute I just stand there smiling sadly at him. The poor guy, I can tell he's not used to being treated this good and it breaks my heart. I think everyone deserves to be treated right, and I hate seeing it when people aren't even though all they do is try to make things better for others. Patrick told me a little more about his sister last night and I really just want to help the kid out. I snap out of my thoughts and shut Patrick's door and get in my side. On the drive home I watch Patrick hum along to the radio, he gets really enthusiastic about some song called Hallelujah and it's just adorable.

This day is off to a great start.