Full Of Love

Talent Show

This contains: younger (14-year-old) Peterick and bad self-image thoughts(it's a small part and gets better but I just want everyone to be safe)

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Don't wanna be an American idiot

Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-blow America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Well, maybe I'm the freak America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

I skipped down the stairs and ran to the bathroom. I messed up so badly, I don't even know why I even decided to participate! It was that stupid encouraging music teacher probably, she said I'd do amazing! That I have a great voice! Etc, etc... but seriously, I was absolutely terrible and I already didn't even want to come to school tomorrow! I don't think I could show my face! The kids at this school are way too judgmental, and plus, I can't help but remember what happened to that boy named Tyler or something. (don't kill me I love Ty) I knew I was doomed if I came to school-

"Patrick?!" Pete's voice echoed throughout the empty hallway. I froze immediately. "Patrick, I see you standing there! I'm not blind!"

I stared at him, watching him come closer and closer. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I do best. Ran. 

I bolted into the library, which was conveniently unlocked. I hid to the side, behind the desks that were conveniently sitting around in the room. 

I knew I was probably blowing it out of proportion, or at least after a minute of thinking I knew. 

"Patrick? I just want to talk with you, I'm not mad or upset or anything!" Pete called out, I could see him walking around looking for me. 

"Over here." I sighed, finally giving up. At this point, if I didn't tell him where I was, he would find me anyway. The library wasn't that big anyway. 

"What happened?" He approached me, wiping the old tears from my face with his thumb, sitting down in front of me. 

"I did terribly!" I whisper-yelled, a fresh batch of tears forming in my eyes. 

"No you didn't, you have the voice of an angel." Pete said, whispering quieter than me.

"Ha yeah ok." I replied, sighing and wiping the tears from my eyes, shaking my head. Pete was just too gullible. He wanted to believe that I was perfect, but I wasn't and I wish he could see that. I was fat and ugly and my voice sounded like a dying walrus giving birth to a porcupine. If anything, Pete was perfect. He was 14 and he already had abs and a muscle toned body! I mean, it's not that I looked at him all the time and fantasized about anything- we have gym together I saw his naked chest all the time! Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was in love with him. He was beautiful and kind and strong and confident but still a dork. And he was so nice to me, sometimes it seemed like he liked me too, but that was just my imagination, he would never want to date me! Plus, he's probably not even gay. Maybe bi. MAYBE.

"You are? And you know how I know that? Because I've heard you sing. Just now, in the shower whenever we had sleepovers, in the car to school. I've heard you sing. Now, I know you might not believe me, and that's fine. I don't believe some of the stuff you tell me. But I would never lie to you. I swear to all the possible gods out there. I swear on David Bowie's life. Please trust me, I'm your best friend! I would tell you if you didn't have a good voice. And don't you know that I tell people, who I've never even met in my life, my opinion?" He rambled, tears forming in both of our eyes. 

"Thank you, Pete. I don't know how you could possibly like my fat little ugly self, but I could never be more thankful." He sighed at my statement, staring at me for a second. I was about to ask what was wrong, even though I knew pretty much, but then he kissed me. HE FREAKING KISSED ME! LIKE LIP ON LIP ACTION RIGHT THERE! WITH PETE WENTZ! MY 7 YEAR LONG CRUSH! KISSED! ME!

It took me a second or so to respond, but by the time I realized what was happening and my common sense reappeared, he pulled away. I frowned slightly, my face 74 shades of red (lol no one gets that except for my school friends). I looked up at him, his face dusted with pink, a small look of sadness and rejection across his face. I knew why, but it still hurt me. I took a second to decide and then crashed my lips back onto his. He was shocked, I could feel it in the way his body was so stiff, but he quickly regained his senses and kissed me back. 

We both pulled away again shortly after, breathing slightly harder than before. 

"Wow, I-I liked that." I muttered, more to myself than to him.

"Then we should do it more often." I wasn't even looking at him, and I could feel him wink. Like physically feel it within my body. I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, smiling like an idiot. 

"Oh shush, I know you liked it too mister showcase." I joked, him obviously not getting it because he looked at me very weirdly. 

"Sweetheart? Let's just say I would sit like, with  that when you're kissing someone." I raised my eyebrows, laughing as he quickly realized and closed his legs. "It's ok Peter, you're 14, it's bound to happen. 

"Wouldn't speak too soon, look down 'sweetheart'." He teased, winking at me. My eyes widened and he just started laughing at me.

"Oh, whatever! Now, I'm going to be blunt here. What are we?" I rolled my eyes, curiosity getting the best of me. 

"Well, whatever you want. I mean, I guess I'd like, well absolutely love, to date you." He said, calming down and the dusty pink rising in his face again.

"I would absolutely love that too. So what do you say, boyfriends?" I said, an unstoppable grin spreading across my face.

"Boyfriends."

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fin.