Peterick Oneshots

Bring on the Starbucks (TW: slurs)

It's longer than usual, yay! (short compared to most peoples oneshots but oh well sksksks.)

Anyway! Hi guys! I'm really sorry if I get any information wrong, me not having experienced this myself, but I have asked some of my friends who have gone through similar things. I have tried my best, even though it isn't great, I did enjoy writing it! Feel free to correct me on anything :)

fUn fact: I've only ordered something from Starbucks once and I live in the UK (that's why there's random 'u's' in some words), but tried to set this in America rip.

TW for slurs (transphobic and homophobic)

I giggle, bringing my cardigan sleeves down over my hands, and covering may face.

"You're adorable when you do that, you know," Pete leans down and whispers. I blush and take a sip of my hot chocolate. And yes, we're in Starbucks- yes, don't judge, but both our inner white-girl selves are shining through. Plus, we- well I enjoy being stereo-typically gay (A/N I say that phrase, WAY too much). And yes, Pete and I are dating.

One more thing, no, I am no longer a girl, I'm a guy, and yes, my name is Patrick because I came out to Pete on St. Patrick's Day and being the stupid fucker he is, started calling me Patrick, so it kinda stuck.

"What 'you thinking about babe?" Pete asks.

"Oh, just how I was magically named Patrick by your stupid ass!" Pete laughs, and takes my hand across the table. "Well, you did tell me on St. Patrick's Day, so I had no choice!"

"You could have at least given me a good name," I groan.

"Yeah, well, it's cute and I like it. End of." He huffs, and I laugh, giving him a quick kiss.

"OMG, hey Emily!" A voice breaks are conversation, and I see Haley- somebody from my old college, come up to us, along with a friend. "You cut your hair! It looks so good, ooh, is this your boyfriend!" She says excitedly, I cringe at the use of my old name, and Pete gives my hand a squeeze, and smiles at me reassuringly. I let out a deep breath. Haley's nice, I'm not sure about her friend though. Could be her boyfriend, actually.

"I haven't seen you in ages Haley!" I say, giving her a hug, "But I'd prefer it if you called me Patrick." I say, slightly nervously. I then point to Pete. "This stupid ass thought it would be a good new name to call me."

I take a sharp breath.

She looks over at Pete and smiles, then turns back to me. "God, I'm so sorry Patrick! I didn't mean to! I-" I cut her off with a laugh.

"It's fine, honestly, no need to apologize, please sit down with us!" I tell her warmly. She nods her head, and turns to the guy next to her. "This is my boyfriend, Sam."

That name rings a bell, and a mix of emotion comes to me. I mean a lot of people are called Sam, I just... My thoughts are cut off by Haley's loud, high-pitched voice.

"Sam, this is my old friend E-Patrick." I face him and smile, holding out my hand. He doesn't say anything to me, but whispers into Haley's ear just loud enough for me and Pete to hear. "I'm not sitting next to your stupid... fag friends, ok? They're not right. Especially h- I mean the girl."

I feel a pang in my chest and a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. That really hurt, but I'll pretend It didn't. I'll just stay calm and-

"What the fuck did you just say?" I hear Pete say to him, standing next to me. Haley looks at Sam angrily and gives me an apologetic smile. I just shrug to say it didn't matter. Even though it did. And I know it hurt Pete, even though he doesn't act like it. He'll keep a brave face until it all gets too much. We've got so much criticism that we're becoming resilient. Maybe one day it won't affect us at all...

"Let's just go Sam," Haley tugs at his shirt sleeve, but he wont budge. He may be taller than Pete, but Pete's a lot fitter. I may look slim, but I actually don't think I've ever set foot in a gym.

We stand there in utter silence.

That's until the memories overcome me...

I stare at myself in the mirror in utter horror.

There stands a girl in physical form, but not mentally. Tear stained cheeks and a queasy expression. I feel sick. I can't breathe. Fuck my stupid chest, my stupid body. I clutch my stomach and run to the toilet, gagging, tears streaming down my face.

"You ok, babe?" Pete asks, kneeling beside me. I simply nod, and hug him back, my body trembling.

"Yeah, just feel sick."

I breathe in and out, just like I did back then. I can't let Sam see me cry. Please no, please no, please no... too late. He notices.

"Are you actually fucking crying? Crying like a girl. Girls cry. You're just following a norm, Emily. Get the fuck together and understand you were born a girl." His voice takes a gentler tone and his eyes hold something- an emotion I'm unsure of. Conflict... perhaps regret... even-love? "I know it's on trend... changing genders and what-not. So is this gay phase. I thought I was-" He paused for a second as hot tears flush my face. I try to calm down. Come on Patrick, you can do this.

"I thought I was gay, I mean a fag once." He almost whispers the end bit. "But my parents made me realized I was being stupid. Being gay is a choice. It's not right"

I look up at Pete, my rock. He squeezes my hand harder.

"It's not a choice, Sam. We're just the same as you. We love each other very much. Trust me." Pete says, calmly and surely.

I take a sharp breath, waiting for his reaction, and notice Haley from the corner of my eye. My body's still shaking, but my mind is starting to clear.

I turn back to Sam and evaluate his emotion. His face turns from anger, to fear, to worry, to shame and back to anger again.

It settles on anger.

"Fuck off fags. Hope you change your mind Patr- Emily. Bye Haley, I can't be with you when you support..." he takes a breath, "when you support them"

It's almost like he doesn't have the heart to insult us again.

He turns around, away from us... then pauses, like he wants to say something. The back of his head then shakes, and he walks briskly away, leaving us all shocked and shaken.

I want to breakdown right there and then. I didn't think it was him. Oh god. I'm so sorry Sam, for rejecting you all those years ago. I was young, in elementary. I'm so sorry Sam, but you know that rumour spreads fast, and I'm so sorry your parents found out. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm-

"Come on 'Trick, time to go." Pete murmurs into my ear, breaking my thoughts. I notice Haley's gone. I must have been stood there for a long time.

I let out a shuddering response, trying to keep the tears back.

"Yeah. Let's go home."

Part 2? :)