It took a while for Pete to calm down. Patrick had no clue why he'd been that way. He worried and thought he did something wrong. Pete wasn't speaking to him; he only glanced at him, his face filled with anger and an unknown desire that Patrick could feel. He could only look back at him in confusion.
After both taking a shower, they sat next to each other on the same bed. They ignored each other. Patrick knew he wanted something too, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Pete wouldn't answer. He inhaled slowly. Patrick keep staring at him in deep confusion. "I.." said Pete under his breath.
His heart beat increased. "If it's my fault just tell me. I don't.."
Nothing happened for the next five minutes.
Now it was getting irritating.
Patrick turned to him and yelled in his face. "If there's something wrong you need to tell me!"
Pete looked at him, his expression still plain. He was turned to Patrick now. Pete lifted a hand and caressed Patricks cheek.
His heart stopped. He could feel Pete's cold, slow and tingling breath on his neck. They got closer to each other and Pete leaned especially close to him.
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Patrick. (a short story)
Fanfic(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...
