Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

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3RD POV

Loud footsteps and multiple voices were sounding through the house. That's what woke Patrick up. He groggily stood and wrapped the purple, fluffy blanket around himself.

Everyone else was in the kitchen, so that's where Patrick went. As soon as he walked in, he immediately walked into Pete's arms.

Pete looked down at him, stopping his conversation with the rest. "What's this for?"

"M'you're warm.." Was his only response. Everyone chuckled a bit at that. As sassy as Patrick can be, he can also be a total softie.

"Here, want me to take you up to bed?" Pete offered. Patrick nodded.

"Carry me, though." Patrick honestly has no idea what all he's actually saying, as his sleepy personality has no actual filter or idea what's going on.

Everyone gets quiet, seeing if Pete would actually do it. He bends down and Patrick wraps his arms around Pete's neck, jumping slightly and bringing his legs around the taller's waist. Patrick's head was laid in the crook of his neck, soft breathing making Pete shiver.

The rest of the group stared as Pete took the sleepy bundle upstairs and to the bedroom. Pete kicked the door open with his foot and took Patrick in, laying him on Pete's own bed.

As the dark haired male was turning away, Patrick grabbed his wrist. "Stay here?"

Pete's eyes softened and he smiled warmly. "Of course, Benzy." The nickname made Patrick smile. The taller climbed onto the best and sat against the headboard. Patrick instantly snuggled into his side, slinging an arm over him.

"M'we really need to talk, Sandman." Patrick looked up into his eyes. He could feel Pete stiffen a little.

"About what? Is something wrong?" Patrick shook his head.

"So, I was talking to Ryan earlier. He was saying how I should start being more open about myself." Shining blue eyes looked up to meet dark whiskey eyes.

(yes, i know that wasnt in their convo. i didnt actually write p and ry's whole convo WHOOPS)

"I think," Patrick sighed deeply. "I think I really like you.. Like, more than a friend? If I was taking this whole thing that's been going on for the past couple days totally wrong, then please forget everything I just said. The last thing I'd want you to think of me of is a hopeless loser that just wants your love-" He was cut off from his rambling by roughly satisfying lips pressed against his soft, pink ones.

Patrick squeaked in surprise, but soon melted into his and being pressed down against the mattress as Pete made his way on top of him. They pulled away slowly, breathing heavily.

"Stop rambling, you dork. Of course all the flirting meant something." He smiled and quickly pressed another kiss to Patrick's lips.

A knocking came from the door before Joe pushed his way in. "The cockblock queen has arrived, now let's go losers. Since we all went out for working purposes earlier, the boys are taking us all out to some art museum or something."

Patrick let out a groan and Pete got off of him. The smallest boy quickly changed into socially acceptable clothes and laid his pajamas on the edge of his bed.

Pete took the small, soft hand and went downstairs where everyone had been waiting. "C'mon guys, let's go!" Ryan said excitedly as he took Brendon's hand and ran to the car.

Patrick looked up to Pete. "Well, you heard Ryan, let's go." He said quietly with a gorgeous smile.

OH BOYYYYY SO THE PETERICK FINALLY HAPPENED KINDA I HAVE P L A N S FOR THIS BOOK AND YALL GONNA HATE ME SO MUCH BUT THATS OKAY CAUSE THINGS ARE GONNA HOPEFULLY END UP FINE SO YEAH I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS :)) sorry its so short aaa!!