TOO IMPERFECT [Vic Criss x reader]

Patrick?

.this is like shet pretty much but you better fucking enjoy it or stop reading love ya  WARNING  THERE IS SOME SAD SOFTNESS IN THIS CHAPTER. xxxxxx

It was Patrick. I know its crazy to say this but I was relived, he was a pretty decent dude once you got to know him. Anyway we said hello and he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies as friends, since we're both skipping school. I replied with yes and asked what we would be seeing at the theatre. He told me it was some shitty horror movie about a werewolf. So I agreed as I had nothing better to do with my life.

As we arrived at the theatre we realised it was closed. So then he asked me if my house was empty so we could go there. I checked the time and it turns out that it was fourth period so my folks wouldn't be home, we went to my room to hang out as I didn't know when they would come back : if they did come home early Patrick could climb out the window. "So what should we do?" Patrick asked me wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. "I don't know there's nothing much to do in my room I'll go downs stairs and get some food," I replied getting up.

dis ur room btw 

As I left I heard Patrick get of the bed, I knew he was going to look around but I didn't have anything that personal so it was okay. I went down stairs and looked around in the kitchen for food decent to snack on. When I did find something (a selection of crisps) it had been a while, so I decided to just grab two beers and run up the stairs back to my room. "Hey pat I'm back!" I saw him close the lid to a box quickly and smile at me, then go to sit down.

"So..." we had just finished the snacks I brought up "Truth or dare," I asked and looked at him, "Dare I ain't no pussy!" he shouted this whilst tossing the crisp packet across the room. "Okay I dare you to choose truth," I giggled. He rolled his eyes, "Okay truth," he playfully pushed me over. "Are you straight. No judging though," as soon as I asked a blush ran across his face. "No," he mumbled, a random tear went down his face. "Patrick?" I shuffled closer "Patrick, child why are you crying?" I embraced him in a hug as he started heavily crying oh shit . "Because my life just hates me I wish I could start over," he sobbed into my shoulder "Shh. Hey it may be shit but at least its not dog shit. Tell me everything you want to," and so he began to spill it all out...

  "I'm a fucktart; I'm gay for a dude who I'm pretty sure is straight and even if he was gay he'd never love me; I killed my brother and I really could do with one at the moment; I'm part of a gang that are highly against qeers like me and to make shit worse I take out my pain on others, I never wanted to do that. I suck. I screw girls so that they think I'm not gay but I just find it so uncomfortable. Everyone thinks I think of myself as a god and I don't. I'm just so fed up." I was shooketh. At this point he was fully wailing. I felt myself being to tear up. "Patrick, I can't say I'm sorry cause I don't think I could fix anything or could've. But, I will say this you are an amazing shit. okay don't let any of them hoes tell you different okay." I felt my tears running down my face. "Y/N can I stay over"...

Patrick ended up staying over and we watched rom-coms and shitty movies. The total of emotions I've experienced today are unbelievable, oh well...