Oh Nostalgia (Petetrick)

Prologue

Ay so this fic is a dream I had so..well I added stuff and instead of being pete and patrick it was really me and my boyfriend patrick @i_am_patrick go follow him bish

Pete's POV.

"THANK YOU CORK! YOU KIDS ARE AMAZING! WE CERTAINLY ENJOYED PLAYING FOR YOU GUYS! WE LOVE YOU!!" I scream to the crowd in front of me, walking off the stage. Everyone exchanges high fives and water bottles, congratulating each other for rocking the last day of our world tour. I'm pretty damn proud of us, 11 years of making music and people actually like us. And we're not even done. I'm so happy th-

"Peteeeeeee!!" Brendon exclaims, running up to me, interrupting my ever so humble thoughts. "Yes, yes um hi.." I finally get myself together and try again, "Yes, Brendon?"

"Pete, patrick-wants-to-get-you-but-hes-too-lazy-to-get-up" he says like it's all one word, damn he's hyper, "And-he-gave-me-his-Shasta-isnt-that-nice-wow-hes-so-nice-okay-im-gonna-go-get-more-Shasta-oh-wait-did-i-tell-you-im-part-penguin-my-mum-told-me-just-now-and-i-was-like-MUM-HOW-COULD-YOU?-and-shes-like-eh-so-yeah-im-part-koala-or-was-it-penguin-hey-did-you-get-a-haircut-i-got-a-haircut-a-while-back-and-i-looked-like-legalus-from-lord-of-the-rings-and-"

I give up on trying to understand him, pat his back and walk away. I actually think he's high or something, he's usually less... um..like that. I shrug it off and continue walking to Patricks dressing room. I knock at the door and walk in before he could answer. I find him in the hallway, singing Frank Sinatra and stripping. He freezes with his hand up his shirt, about to take it off.

"Oh, shitfuc-" he says, quickly noticing it's me and continues to take off his shirt, "thought you were a crew member or something." he walks over to me and pecks my lips.

"Nope. I'm Pete." I say proudly with my hands on my hips, standing up straight. "Oh I know.." he walks around me, dragging his finger around my shoulder. My arm stretches out and his finger follows it to my hand, grabbing it and pulling me to the couch. He lays down and adjusts himself as I snuggle on top of him.

"So do you like Pete?" I ask him, cuddled into his chest.

"Hm" he hums. He's so relaxed, I don't understand, but I truly envy it. I love him so much.

~*~

So ayy fic prologue

really shitty but hey you know what? I don't give a pair of titballs k?

petetrick..

warning it's gonna be sad but the whole thing is after the sad part that'll prob be in chapter one.

and a happy ending yay

sad part isn't really sad if you think about it. I mean, it is but it leads to something good

ooh and idk when I update. I most certainly won't have a deadline for the next chapter so.. I'll update when I feel like it ok lol

at the moment though i am slightly ill and also currently in America so no updates for a bit, but maybe some short ones? idk

thats it ok but whatever. also I like references.. so expect that in your near future.. and quick look behind you AHHHH