Of all glory and toppings
"Woah, who are you" Pete was being pulled by a guy in a black hoodie, he wasn't freaking out, because the guys nails were painted black, so he knew it was from his group. "Shut up." The man replied. "Wait," Pete stopped but the man didn't turn back to look, and still had a strong grip on his arm. "Patrick is that you?" "Keep your voice down." Patrick finally looked at Pete, and Pete could see that Patrick has been crying. It hurt Pete to look at Patrick this way, Pete loved him so much, even tho he didn't want to admit it. 8 years, 8 years they had to watch each other hook up with other people, because they were too scared to admit it. Patrick looked forward again, and continued walking with Pete, but not with a grip on Pete's arm, but going hand in hand with him. At this point, Pete didn't talk for the rest of the time, and he already knew he was set on skipping Science. Pete knew where they was going, they called it 'The Gaylord'. It was the tree were Pete had run off to his 6th grade year, when people were taunting him for being gay, the whole group followed him, and they all came out as gay, with an exception to Brendon, who was pansexual, Tyler, who was bi, and Patrick, who 'believed' he was staright. Pete remembers Gerard finally confessing that he liked Frank in 9th grade. The Gaylord was convenient because it was in between the Middle and the High school, although no one ever went there because it was too far away.
Pete was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Patrick leaning against the tree, sobbing into his hoodie.
Pete took a long breath and he knew this wasn't going to end in 'friends', anything other than friends.
"Patrick? What happened?"
Sob.
"Patrick come on, I can't help you if you don't let me."
Pete moved next to Patrick, which was sitting against the trunk, and Patrick crawled into his lap, and wrapped his arms around Pete'said neck. After shock, Pete hugged Patrick around his waist and waited till the other boy was ready to talk.
"Y-you... you meant it." Patrick choked out.
"What are you talking about 'Trick?"
"You said you loved me. In 4th grade, I was afraid no one would love me, but you said you will. I couldn't see straight all these years, to know that you actually meant it. That can't be. I can't have feelings for you. I-I'm supposed to be staright."
Pete turned red immediately after hearing that Patrick knew.
"You aren't supposed to be anything 'Trick, just yourself."
"P-Pete," Patrick said, "D-did you m-meant it? W-when you, you said you l-loved me?"
Pete looked nervous, but he had to tell the truth. He had been keeping it ever since he first met Patrick. Tyler would always give him the 'fate, destiny, meant to be' crap, and Pete never believed him, never until now.
Pete nodded, "Every last word" Pete said with a small grin that was hardly noticeable.
Patrick broke down again, and started to cry again, right into Pete's black Metallica shirt. Patrick kept on crying for 10 minutes, until Patrick finally had the confidence to look up to Pete's face, which was only inches away at this point.
"P-Pete?" Patrick asked, to which Pete replied with a noise, to let Patrick know he was listening, "You know how my dad is," Pete winced at the thought of Patrick's sexist, alcoholic, racist, abusive, homophobic so called 'father', which by the way, no one that rude deserved to be called 'father', "What are we going to do about him?"
"There's always the option to hang him up by his balls" Pete suggested with a smirk.
"No," Patrick shook his head, then looked Pete in the eyes, and placed a hand on Pete's right cheek, "I don't want to hurt him."
"What the hell?!" Pete yelled, because no matter how nice Patrick is, his dad deserved his whole life in jail for everything that he has done. "No Patrick screw your father, he was the worst, he never supported you when you wanted to go after music, or when you wanted to have friends over, or when you TRIED to give him a BIRTHDAY PRESENT, but when it was a family picture he just beat the livings out of you, and left you all bruised for us to clean up! So i mean it when i scream, what the hell?!" Pete meant to yell more, he really did, but was interrupted by Patrick kissing him on his own lips, and boy did it feel nice. The kiss was slow, passionate and meaningful, but it also happened too quick because the next thing Pete knew, Patrick pulled away and started to sob again, trying to wipe away tears, but more just kept on coming.
"No! No! I'm supposed to be straight! I-I can't be gay, I just can't." Patrick said with a shaky voice.
Pete was very patient for things like this, especially when it came to Patrick. God, he was head over heels for this boy.
"Patrick," Pete said calmly, "Who are you trying to convince, me or you?"
Patrick looked at him with a little bit of anger in his eyes, but there was something else, something Pete couldn't pin.
After a stare down by Patrick, Pete smashed his lips into Patrick's, not able to contain himself from finding his lip's and tongue's ways around Patrick's mouth. Patrick let out a small moan into Pete's mouth, and Oh My God, Pete could've gotten hard right then and there, if it weren't for the fact that they were in school... and it's Patrick were talking about, I mean Pete would've, but Patrick would never. Patrick leaned forward into Pete, pushing Pete completely flat against the tree, still in Pete's lap. As much as Pete was enjoying the kissing, he needed something more. Pete pushed Patrick forward, until Patrick reached the ground and Pete was on top of Patrick, making his way down Patrick's next with soft kisses that made 'Trick shudder with each and everyone.
"What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked.
Pete was caught off gaurd by Mikey and quickly got off Patrick, and fixed the messiness in his hair that Patrick had caused.
"Uh, I-I was um-" Pete really had a trouble with words right now.
"Not the kissing, you dumbo," Mikey grinned, "What we're you doing topping, that's not like you."
Pete got up, held Patrick's hand, and with his free hand, shoved Mikey and his smug face to the ground.