Peterick Oneshots

I heavily relate to this one

A/N: This is a oneshot where Patrick is trans ftm. Yeah I just requested this to @thnksfrthvnmpete but I wanted to write one too so deal with it (Patrick's p.o.v)

As I pulled my favorite David Bowie (my tablet tried to correct that to David Bowtie wtf) shirt over my binder-covered chest, I sighed.

 I was telling my boyfriend, Pete, that I was trans. Tonight. At dinner. At a diner. I was panicking. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind. "What if he dumps me?" "What if he's mad that I didn't tell him earlier?" "What if he leaves me sitting at the restaurant by myself?" . I let out a choked sob.

 I almost didn't hear a car door shut. I almost didn't hear Pete unlock the door to my apartment with the key I gave him. I almost didn't hear him call my name. "Patrick? Honey, I'm here!" I let out another sob. "Babe? Are you okay?" I slid down the wall, tears streaming down my face. Pete ran up the stairs to my room. "Pattycakes? What 's wrong? " "I ha-have something to tell you..." I said, trying to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks and landing on my shirt.

 "What is it bub?" He asked me. "I...I'm transgender Pete. I was born a girl and didn't want to be one anymore. I haven't got the surgery yet..." I blurted out. Pete's hot whiskey eyes met mine.

 "Baby, I still love you. I will always love you. And if you want the surgery I'll help you pay for it. I'm sure our friends will help pay too." He said, grabbing my hand. I smiled up at him, my eyes filling with tears. "Patrick honey, please don't cry. If you start crying I will and then there's gonna be eyeliner all over my face. " Pete said seriously. I laughed. 

We went on our date that night, and it was amazing. The waiter brought out food to the wrong table and Pete stood up and said, in a very posh voice, "Excuse me sir, my boyfriend and I would appreciate it if you would bring us our food and not give it to these gentleman." The guys sitting at the table laughed. There were four of them and they looked kinda scary, but they were really nice.

We ended up meeting one of them after dinner. The tallest approached us outside the diner, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Hey, my name's Adam. It was pretty damn hilarious when you were talking to the waiter." Pete smiled. "Hey, the other guys sitting at the table and I are in a band, and we're actually from Canada, but we're here on tour. Do you guys wanna come see us? You can come for free since you guys are so funny. " he said. "Heck yeah!!" Pete said, smiling. "We're at the stage by the Wal-Mart and crap. We're called Three Days Grace. Tell them that Adam gave you verbal vip tickets for free."

We went to see the band and they were AMAZING! We had the best time ever. All my thoughts from earlier were wrong,as usual.