4. I Hope He is a Gentlemen
Warning:illegal age gap(15/20), swearing, mild kissing
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" Moooom! Why does he have to say here?" Patrick whined, stomping his foot slightly on the floor. Ms. Stump rolled her eyes and stuffed more clothes into a suit case.
" Because Patrick! Pete's mom and I are going to New York for two weeks and you're not old enough to be home alone for that long! And besides Pete is a nice boy,"
No he isn't.
" You two will get along!"
No we won't.
" It' be fine." Lies. Lies everywhere. Patrick groaned again, falling onto the sofa over dramatically. She giggled, kissing his forehead softly and slinging her bag over her shoulder.
" They'll be here any minute now, so be nice! Please, don't eat pizza every night and go to sleep at a decent hour." She gave a short lecture, bouncing around to grab other items for the trip.
Patrick moaned in agony, slipping off the sofa and onto the floor with a thud. He rolled onto his stomach and clawed his way to his mother.
" Shouldn't he be at Collage? Or a job? Or at some party doing drugs and getting AIDs?" He wailed, clinging desperately to her pant leg. She gasped, and nudged Patrick's back with her foot.
" Watch it!" She warned, making Patrick giggle and crawl off. He slumped back onto the sofa, pouting. Nothing on tv. No, not watching that. Cooking channel? Nope. Judge Judy... Bad true crime show...bad true crime show... White Chicks, that movie's awful...romantic comedies suck.... Okay The Shinning. Yes.
He was just getting settled to watch a man slip into insanity and try to kill his family when he was so rudely interrupted. The doorbell had the audacity to ring!
" Patty! Get the door! They're here!" Ms. Stump called from upstairs. Patrick groaned again, and flung himself up to answer the door. He grudgingly unlatched the door, turning the knob as slowly as he could and dragging the door open.
Ms. Wentz stood in the doorway beaming at him. Pete glowered behind her, eyes dark with fatigue." Patrick! Is she almost ready?" She asked, walking in as Patrick let her. He hummed in the affirmative and gave Pete a displeased look.
Pete smirked at him darkly and trudged in after his mom. Patrick grit his teeth and closed the door behind them. The two women gathered in the living room. Doing the usual talk-until-the-kids-actually-want-us-gone.
After a few more minutes,(that seemed like hours to Patrick) they stood from the sofa. Pete's mom flung her arms around him. Pete made a face, but gave her a disgruntled pat an on the back and a gentle get the fuck off me nudge.
Patrick's mom decided to go all out, much to Patrick's horror. She hugged him, suffocating him slightly before kissing both his cheeks, his forehead and his nose. Once she released Patrick from the seemingly innocent loving deathtrap, Pete got a good look at Patrick's pink face. And Patrick got a good look at Pete's snarky smirk, and sarcastic eyes.
Patrick looked away and sighed, glaring at the doorframe he found his eyes focused on." Be good you two! Goodbye, Patrick, I love you!" She chirped and the two shuffled from the house, leaving the two displeased boys.
Patrick stood with his arms crossed, eyebrows pulled low, and blue eyes dark with mood. Pete stood, hands in his pockets and bored eyes.
" So now what?" Pete finally said, strolling nonchalantly into the living room and slumping onto the sofa. Patrick growled softly, stomping after Pete.
