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Pete remembers the first time he met Patrick like it was yesterday.
He had bumped into the petite, blond teen passing him in one of the hallways and managed to knock them both over. Pete, in a state of confusion and panic, apologized profusely and even offered him to take him to the nurses office. Patrick, who was a lot more calm about the situation and more worried about being late to class on the first day just simply asked if Pete could help him find his way to class.
Turned out they both had chemistry first and only made it to class just in time. But then being also the last in class left them with the worst seats at the back of the class and forced them to be lab partners for the rest of the year, though, neither complained once about being lab partners.
That was three years ago, and now both boys are sixteen and have the closest friendships that most people have ever seen.
For Patrick, Pete is that person he can turn to whenever he needs to talk to someone, whenever he needs a hug or even a shoulder to cry on. Pete is undoubtedly Patrick's best friend and Patrick loves him for that.
For Pete, it's a little different.
Pete's still unsure when he went from loving Patrick to being in love with him, but what he does know is that it's the truest thing he's ever felt and that it fucking hurts.
Currently, the pair are lazing on Patrick's messy bed, Patrick frowning into his pillow and sniffling and Pete rubbing his shoulders soothingly.
"I want to die," Patrick groans, turning around on his back so he could look at Pete.
Pete snorts. "It's just a cold, don't be so dramatic." he laughs.
Patrick's voice sounds thicker and more raspy (and in Pete's opinion, totally hot) and he's constantly sneezing, sniffing and coughing. He's done nothing but complain to Pete the whole day.
Patrick's parents are out of town for the weekend and he managed to convince Pete to stay at his house so he wouldn't be so lonely. Of course Pete agreed and, of course, he spent most his time cuddling Patrick to death.
At first Patrick had complained, but almost instantly gave in when he felt Pete's arms wrap around him. What can be say? He's affectionate when he's sick.
Patrick allows Pete to lay down on his belly and wrap his arms around the slight chub of his waist. Once Pete settles, (being careful not to rest his head to heavily on Patrick's stomach) Patrick begins to run his fingers through Pete's hair.
Pete shudders slightly when he feels Patrick's fingernails scrape against his scalp causing them both to let out breathy laughs.
"Bed time?" Patrick mumbles, letting his eyes fall shut. Pete frowns and glances over at the clock.
"Dude, it's literally only eight pm."
"I don't care," Patrick mumbles, and when Pete looks up at him, he finds that Patrick's eyes have already shut. "I'm tired."
Pete chuckles and reaches over to switch off the light before nestling back down beside Patrick and throwing the blankets over themselves. It silent and still for a few moments before Patrick shifts slightly and wraps his arms around Pete's waist.
Pete smiles and noses at his friends neck, rubbing small circles into the blond's stomach with his thumb. Every now and then, he allows his lips to brush over the soft skin of Patrick's neck, everytime he does this, Patrick would shudder and pull Pete closer to him.
"Y'know," Patrick murmers drowsily, "if you keeps this up, you're gonna catch my cold."
Pete laughs lightly and snuggles impossibly closer to Patrick. "I don't mind, cuddles are tottaly worth getting sick over."
