American Beauty, American Psycho

four

Pete POV

Damn, this kid has an amazing voice.

Of course, i didnt say this.

But i think he picked up on it a bit when i stopped singing along- less because i was discouraged knowing that he was so much better at singing than i was, but because i just wanted to listen to him sing.

Once the song was over he started giggling, and i looked over to him. "Whats so funny?"

"Nothing-" he responded, trying to supress the giggles. And failing.

He finally stopped, abruptly, but the awkward silence between ad and song just sent him into another fit of laughter and i couldnt help but smile. I had to admit, this was the best possible situation. Patrick was like a ray of sunshine cutting through the darkness of my mind.

Hell, i was smiling. When was the last time that happened?

He was still trying supress his laughter when pulled into his driveway, and said his goodbyes before skipping up to the door.

I should offer him a ride every day.

》》》

Patrick POV

I finally caught my breath when i stepped inside, closing the door slowly and walking to the window to watch Pete drive away. With a smile still plastered on my face i raced upstairs and pulled out my phone, flopping onto my bed and opening my chats.

Trick: RYAN

Ryro: Tf you want Patrick

Trick: COME OVER

Ryro: IM HANGING OUT WITH BRENDON

Trick: BRING HIM THEN JUST GET OVER HERE

Ryro: can it wait?

Trick: NO

Ryro: FINE

*slight time skip*

"Whats so urgent that you needed us to come over for?" Ryan asked, walking in and seeing my wide smile.

"So you know that new kid that sat with us at lunch?" I asked, and both boys nodded. "Im crushing on him."

"Why do you need us, though?"

"Because," i continued, "ive never been in a relationship. And you guys might be able to help me on how to ask him out?"

Brendon rolled his eyes, but they both looked back at me.

"Fine."

I jumped up and hugged both of them, running into the living room as they followed.

"So first of all, what do you know about him?"

"Well- his favorite food is pizza, he likes Nirvana, and he plays bass."

"Did you even get his phone number?"

I paused... did i really forget to ask for his number? "... No."