Christmas Oneshots!

From Under the Mistletoe (Peterick)

Currently, it was December twenty-fourth - Christmas Eve - and Pete had been freaking out all day. He still hadn't figured out what to get Patrick for Christmas. He'd been trying to ask him what he wanted, but Patrick never gave him a straight answer. He'd always mess around with Pete, saying about how he wanted his love and that was all, which, nonetheless, pissed Pete off, because he knew Patrick was lying - or just trying to get a rise out of him. It was probably that last one, though.

Pete had even asked Joe and Andy, Patrick's parents even! And either none of them knew, or Patrick had put them up to this. Pete knew Patrick, and given that, he knew he probably called them up and told them that Pete was freaking out over nothing, and after all, they should play along for Patrick's own pleasure.

After hours upon hours of scurrying around store after store - their own house even - Pete couldn't find a thing he'd think Patrick would want, let alone anything he really needed. He'd thrown around the idea of getting him another guitar or even some picks, but when he confronted Patrick about it, Patrick insisted he didn't need a new guitar, and that he was stocked up on picks.

To say the least, Pete felt like the world's worst boyfriend at this point. He couldn't even find one, simple gift to give to Patrick, he couldn't make him happy on one of the best days of the year. He felt terrible. Surely, he couldn't blame Patrick if he dumped him tomorrow or the day after. He'd probably deserve it, after all.

And this is where Pete is now; still freaking out over something so simple. But, it wasn't simple to him. He'd loved Patrick for so long, and now that they were together, he wanted everything to be perfect, especially for their first Christmas together. He loves Patrick with all of his heart, and that's why he's trying so hard to make this so perfect, beyond perfect even.

"Pete," Patrick said as he walked into the kitchen, only to find Pete deep in his thoughts, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Pete," Patrick said again, literally standing right in front of Pete.

"O-Oh, hey 'Trick," Pete said, snapping out of his thoughts slightly.

"What are you doing?" Patrick asked.

"Just thinking," Pete said.

"Pete, I don't wan-"

"You want to go out to eat?" Pete interrupted Patrick.

"Uh, sure," Patrick shrugged his shoulders.

Patrick couldn't help but think how incredibly random that was, but surely a nice Christmas Eve dinner with Pete should make him happier, and make Pete a little more sane. Hopefully, anyway.

The two of them grabbed their jackets, Patrick fastened his fedora on his head, Pete put on a winter hat with the strings coming down off of it, then they made their way out the door.

Pete was still deep in thought as they walked down the sidewalk to their vehicle, so he nearly slipped on ice and fell into a pile of snow. Patrick caught him, thankfully, and of course, Pete brushed it off like it never even happened, and continued being engulfed in his thoughts.

Without any question at all, Patrick volunteered to drive. He didn't feel like dying from a car accident on Christmas Eve because of Pete, so it was best he drove.

As Patrick got on the main road in the middle of town, he knew that nearly every restaurant would be closed, so their only bet was a fast food joint, which Patrick didn't mind as much as you'd think. He knew Pete, and he knew he'd still make it a fun time no matter what.

As Patrick pulled into a Burger King parking lot, Pete gave him a weird look, almost asking why they were at a fast food joint, but then realizing the answer to his own question. Patrick gave him a little chuckle, then they both got out of the vehicle. As they walked inside, the place was decorated with tinsel, plastic ornaments, and things hanging from the ceiling. Patrick thought it was nice how they at least decorated for the holidays.