peterick oneshots

confessions

Pete's pov

It's a cold winter night, Patrick and I are hanging out. I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna admit to him that I've fallen in love, I've felt this feeling for so long and I just- It keeps coming across in my mind....it's extremely distracting. I can't focus on anything else. Everything about him is captivating, his hair, his eyes, his lips, his a- he notices me staring. "What's wrong?" he asks. I reply, "nothing's wrong, why are you asking?" "well, it's just-" he runs his hand through his hair, "I have something I have to admit..."

Patrick's pov

My heart is racing, my palms are extremely sweaty, and I'm nervous. What if he thinks I'm weird for liking him? What if...he doesn't want to be my fr- I need to stop thinking right now. I should just tell him. "The th-thing I was trying-g to s-say i-is that.....I like you. As more than a friend, you don't have to like me bac-" he cut me off by pulling me into a kiss. He pulled away not too much later and replied, "I love you too Patrick."