Pete looked at him across the stage. He told himself to focus. He continued to strum the chords on his guitar as he started to sweat. Patrick skillfully glanced over as well, still singing. His voice overpowering the entire stadium. Patrick smiled at Pete, he returned the smile; though his was wider and brighter. Was it possibly more genuine than his, too? "Shit.." Pete cursed under his breath. He screwed up a chord. Yet Patrick continues to seem flawless as he remembers all the words, not bothering to glance at him again.
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Patrick. (a short story)
Fanfiction(hI wArnInG: idk what the fuck I was on whilst writing this so im sorry if this is crap) This is my first peterick fan fiction. um it might be really shitty but hey I put a lot of time and effort into it so I hope you like it (whenever I decide to a...
