Princess Paisley (Peterick AU)

a childhood friend

[go check out Energctic 's version of this. it's really great.]
. . . Third Person . . .
Pete was anxious. It was the beginning of first grade and Pete did not know anyone. He felt like there was a bunch of butterflies in his stomach dancing around. Pete had been trying to find ways to have his mother make him stay home. His mother insisted on having Pete go to school on the first day, no matter how anxious Pete really was.

"Sweetie, are you doing okay? I know how the first day really feels. I know how anxious you must be going into first grade." His mother spoke in a very calming tone like she could sense Pete's uneasiness. She never took her eyes off the road, which made Pete a bit less nervous.

Pete gazed out his window and nodded at his mother's question.

Outside his window, he could see the front of his brand new school coming into view. Pete hadn't been to the school yet. He wondered what he would find inside, or more importantly-- who he would find inside. He hoped whoever he found inside would accept Pete for who he was, and he hoped he wouldn't be judged for what he had been in kindergarten.

At his old school, Pete used to get picked on by all the bigger kids for taking interest in boys and girls. Pete always had made friends of both genders and treated boys the same way as he had treated girls. He hoped that he wouldn't be judged for what he felt towards bo-

Suddenly, he heard a big scream come from his sister, which really startled him out of his thoughts. 

Pete was used to the same usual scream, since his sister would always scream when his family tried to take her out of her car seat. Pete's sister loved her car seat. When ever she had to get out, she would start to cry because she never wanted to get out. This was the way Pete felt today.

"Little Bear, we're here, honey."

Pete quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and waited for his mother to unlock his car door. When she did, Pete whispered the usual silent,"thank you," and hopped out of the vehicle.

When Pete jumped out of the car, his mother was already walking towards the school building. He wondered why she was in such a big hurry.

Suddenly, like he could predict it, Pete felt a small, soft hand touch his shoulder.

"Are you Peter Wentz?"

Pete turned his small, frail body around and saw one of the most adorable boys ever.

The boy had frizzy, ginger-blonde hair, hazel blue eyes, and the cutest smile that could light up the world. This boy was adorable.

Pete had to be friends with this guy.

"I sure am." Pete smiled and was surprised by a tight hug by the smaller child. Pete just smiled an even bigger smile.

"My mom has told me a lot about you."

He knew he was going to love this boy.

. . . . (Reality check) . . . .
A knock from the front door had startled Pete from remembering more of his memory. Pete smiled ear to ear, but frowned when he realized he had spent an hour remembering something from when he was six years old, which was about twelve years ago.

This day was Pete's birthday. That meant Pete would be now officially considered an adult. He was now eighteen and had responsibilities, and responsibilities meant that you couldn't zone out for an hour. It meant you couldn't remember a childhood friend that left you for some place in New York. It meant that you couldn't think about the first boy you ever had a crush on... because you have better things to do. You have responsibilities.

The knocking on the door had gotten louder, which most likely meant that Pete zoned out again.

Instead of going back to his thoughts and zoning out again, Pete finally got up to answer the door.

When he opened the door, he was surprised by who was standing on his doorstep. The face looked so familar and aged, but still all the same. The face still had the same adorable smile he remembered.

"Patrick?"

"Pete."