Peterick one-shots

Synesthesia

The once blue sky became overclouded in the matter of a few minutes, which meant that rain was soon to fall from the puffy clouds. Most people would associate this with the color gray, but Pete, however, thought differently. He mostly associated them with the shade pigeon blue. Pete connected a lot of things with colors, which is commonly known as synesthesia. He was diagnosed with the mental ability at a fairly young age. When his parents took him to a therapist, they were astounded at the results. Pete often embarrassed his parents when they went out in public.

"Why does that man look so gray?" younger Pete questioned to his parents. The accompanied stranger usually gave the family an unusual look. Nearly all of the time, people would ignore the family and move on with their day. Sometimes, however, the strangers they happened to bump into on the streets weren't so friendly. His family became so fed up with Pete's shenanigans that they had decided not to expose him of the public eye anymore unless he absolutely had to accompany them. The two parental figures hired a babysitter for their child until he was sixteen in which he could take care of himself by then. Pete often remained in his room, gazing at the people walking the streets of Chicago, seeing their colors individually. To Pete, a single individual's color appeared monochromatic, but when the individual interacted with another, the colors became polychromatic. Occasionally, though, an individual would have more than just one color.

Pete sighed, thinking of the rain now falling from the dark, puffy-like clouds. He decided that now would be a perfect time to go out, considering no one exactly enjoys the rain and he did his best to avoid most folks. Pete was now 25 and living in his cozy apartment his parents purchased for him. He began to grab his keys, but remembered that the shop he wanted to visit was just down the street, so he could just walk. He grabbed his raincoat and his umbrella and headed for the shop. While taking a stroll, Pete wasn't necessarily looking where he was going and the other individual rushing at him wasn't either. The two collided, causing them to fall from the action and the papers from the other male to fall on the wet, soggy sidewalk.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and I was in a rush and-" the male stuttered out, trying to compose himself. "Oh no my papers!" he cried, trying to pick them up before getting extremely soaked, but it was useless.

"It's fine, but the papers..." Pete exclaimed in a monotone, yet sorry voice. He began to help the stressed soul pick up his now soggy papers.

"I don't know what I'm going to do..." he said standing up, Pete following his actions. He placed the umbrella over their heads as Patrick spoke up again. "I'm really sorry about this. You're probably just trying to get from point a to point b" He laughed nervously.

"No, I assure you, it's fine"

"I'll make it up to you, we could go out for lunch tomorrow, or whenever, but um... Here" he exclaimed quickly. He began to scribble down his phone number on a somewhat wet piece of paper. The male ripped the section off and gave it to Pete. "Just text me whenever you're free I guess." He exclaimed, nervousness still lingering in his voice. "I'm gonna be late I gotta go. Hopefully, I'll see you later?" He asked stuttering here and there. The stranger slowly started to walk off but waited for his response. Pete gave a simple 'mhm' while the other male smiled and strolled on. Pete began to walk on to the nearest shop and think about the latest events. He found the shorter male interesting and also had a nice color. Pete became conflicted about whether or not he should accept the lunch date or not. What if he finds out about Pete's ability? Would he just push him away as everyone else in his life did? Perhaps people didn't push him away and he just never tried hard enough to befriend someone. These thoughts raced through Pete's mind as he approached the shop's door. He grabbed a few items he needed for the week, paid for them, and headed for his apartment. Once Pete arrived at his residence, he tiredly fell on the couch and pulled out the sloppily-written phone number. He was hesitant on texting it, since the man from earlier was merely a stranger, but did so anyway. Pete typed in the number and began texting him.