Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

77. Dream Come True

Based on a tumblr prompt. SRAR era.

Warm brown eyes stare back at Patrick. He's sitting with someone, their arm is around him. They give him a blinding grin, then lean in to kiss him. Patrick kisses back without hesitation. When they pull apart, Patrick is saying their name: "Pete."

Patrick blinks himself awake. The remnants of his dream leave him warm and fuzzy, but he shakes it off; he has to get ready for work.

Patrick forgets about his dream while riding the train to his office building, and it stays buried on the elevator ride to his floor, and all the way to the break room where he fixes himself a second cup of coffee. He walks out of the break room, ready to sit down and work, when he runs into Pete Wentz.

Suddenly his dream is not so forgotten.

Because yeah, Pete Wentz has a beautiful smile and warm brown eyes that look gold in certain lighting and Patrick finds him very, very attractive. He wouldn't have ever said he had a crush on Pete, though; everyone Patrick's talked to has said they think Pete's hot as hell, and it's not like Patrick imagines a life with him or anything. Occasionally they chat, and Patrick will fantasize about taking him home, but that's it.

Pete grins, and Patrick does something he's never done before: he melts. "Hey, Patrick, how's it going?" Pete asks.

"Oh, um, good!" Patrick feels his face heat up. He feels like a high schooler, damn it, this isn't fun. "How are you?" Patrick squeaks out.

"Eh, I'm okay. Definitely not looking forward to that staff meeting later, though." Pete mimes blowing his head off, which is too ridiculous to be charming but for some reason it is, and Patrick laughs. Luckily, it makes Pete smile that he does.

Fuck. Patrick's in trouble.

When he gets to his desk, the first thing he does is text his friend Joe.

To Joe: Come here ASAP.

From Joe: Why? What's wrong

To Joe: I have a problem. Just come here!

Patrick pretends to work until Joe arrives at his desk. Joe pulls up a chair and sits down, leaning on the table top. "What's the situation?" he asks quietly.

Patrick glances around to make sure no one's listening, then turns to Joe. "I had a dream about Wentz."

"A sexy dream? Cause that's normal."

Patrick rolls his eyes. "No, not this time. We were like, dating or some shit. He was cuddling me and then we kissed and then I woke up. And now I think I have an actual crush on him."

Joe's eyes widen. "Seriously?" Patrick shrugs. "Dude, have you ever had a real conversation with him? Because I don't think you can develop a crush on someone you've never had a full conversation with."

"So what do you think this is?"

"I don't know, a little infatuation? It'll probably go away."

Patrick rolls his eyes. "Gee, that's helpful."

"What do you want me to say?"

Patrick sighs. "I don't know."

Joe pats his shoulder. "Give it time." He glances he the clock. "And speaking of time, we have a meeting to go to."

Patrick groans. He can angst later— he has a job to do.

For bigger staff meetings at Patrick's company, a table is taken out of a boardroom and rows of chairs are set up facing the "stage." Patrick sits in one the rows in the middle, wanting to be close enough that he can hear any important information but far away enough that he can zone out if it's just corporate bullshit. Half of the room is full already, and there's still about five minutes left before the meeting starts. The seats beside Patrick fill up quickly, but the seat in front of him remains empty.

Empty, that is, until Pete fucking Wentz sits in it.

The meeting starts, and Patrick tries his best to focus. Really, he does. But he keeps looking at the back of Pete's head, and his hair is so dark and soft-looking, and Patrick kind of wants to run his fingers through it. He keeps following the line of Pete's shoulders, thinking about how nice it would be to rest his head on them.

Patrick doesn't hear a word that's said throughout the entire meeting. He tries to get out of the boardroom as fast as possible so he can get to the bathroom and splash some water on his face in an attempt to shake himself out of it, but he hears someone calling his name. He turns around, expecting it to be Joe, but lo and behold, it's Pete.

Pete smiles and says, "How awful was that PowerPoint?"

"Awful," Patrick says, hoping it's enough to satisfy Pete.

Pete nods. "I thought I was going to die of boredom."

"Well, now you have a few more hours of soul-sucking office work to look forward to."

Pete laughs, and Patrick relaxes. It's a really nice sound. "Well, I'll see you around," Pete says. Then, just before he walks off, he pats Patrick's shoulder, and his fingers graze Patrick's arm as he pulls away. Patrick shivers at the touch, and a voice in his head says Fuck it.

"Hey. Are you doing anything later?"

Pete stops in his tracks, eyes widening. "Me?" he asks, pointing to himself. Patrick shouldn't find his confusion endearing, and yet, here he is.

"Yes, you."

"Oh, um, no. I'm not."

Patrick takes a deep breath, and becomes very aware of how hard his heart is pounding. "Would you want to go out for drinks?"

Pete blinks. "Like. Just you and me?" Patrick nods, feeling like he's going to explode. Pete's face lights up with a soft grin. "Yeah. I'd like that."

A mixture of relief, excitement, and fresh anxiety hit Patrick all at once. "Cool," he says calmly. "Meet you outside after work?"

Pete nods. "Yeah. Sounds good."

Patrick smiles, and they part ways. Maybe Joe will be right— maybe they'll sit down to drink and it'll just be awkward silence, or it won't be awkward silence but they won't have chemistry, and Patrick's crush will fade away as quickly as it came.

Or, maybe, just maybe, something more will come of it.