We'll Go Down in History [Peterick]

Chapter 7 ~ I'm not thinking of Patrick. Pshh

"Hey, sorry guys, but I have to head off. I'll text you later Patty, k?" Brendon says.

"Yeah see ya." I say.

"Thanks for helping me out last night." Pete says with a laugh.

"No problem. Bye" Brendon says with a smile then leaves. I head to the cupboard for the cereal and a bowl. I set my food down and get the milk. I soon start eating in silence. I can feel Pete looking at me and my face heating up.

Pete's POV:

"So, were we lots of trouble last night?" Patrick asks. I snap myself out of my thoughts and responded.

"Nah, you guys were just loud."

"Oh, sorry." He says with a chuckle.

"Remember how last time, I got drunk and I kissed you? That was such a funny story to hear afterwards. You never get drunk so I don't really have one of you. But last night you did something that was really weird that it is a story worth to tell." I say. I want to bring up the subject but I don't know how without sounding so awkward. Really failed at it.

"Oh, really? What happened?"

"Well, I was cleaning up some trash and you just come in and grab my ass." I start out. Already his cheeks are red and I can feel mine heating up too. "So I back away and you're saying 'Oh, Pete I love you' and 'I'm only with Tyler to get over you but I still love you'. It was weird. But then Brendon dragged you off to your room. He came back down the stairs and said I should talk to you about it so it won't be weird. Is it weird?"

"Um, no I don't think so. Wow, I must have been really drunk to say that I love you. Ew, you and me. It's too gross to think about." He says. But I can tell there's caution in his voice. He looks away awkwardly.

"Pat, you don't actually love me do you?" I ask. I want to know the answer but I don't at the same time. Patrick takes a few seconds to answer.

"There's no point in faking it anymore. Pete, I love you. I have since you kissed me and before that. I probably will forever, to be honest. I'm sorry if you hate me now, but that's how I feel and you can't change that."

There's a minute of silence before we say anything.

"You're good Pat." I finally say.

"What?"

"You're good. I don't hate you. I understand that's how you feel and there's nothing I can do to change who you are. But thank you for telling me. That obviously must have taken guts to confess you love someone. So thank you, I appreciate you doing that."

He looks at me like I just killed a kitten with that in pure shock face.