One Shots

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Warning: Homophobic Slur

Patrick's P.O.V

I glanced across the room and blushed when I saw my crush Pete Wentz looking at me. He smiled and winked at me.

I hid my face as I tried to focus on the history lesson. It wasn't necessarily a lesson, just a review of Immigration and Ellis Island and stuff. Which is stupid since we're seniors and already learned this but whatever.

"Alright, now you guys have to pair up and get to know each other. Trent and Luke, Brendon and Dallon, Tyler and Josh, Pete and Patrick.." the teacher droned on with other pairs.

I felt Pete's presence next to me and blushed when he leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Hi." He said adorably.

"Hi." I replied quietly.

"So what do you like to do?" he asked taking his head off of my shoulder.

"N-nothing much." I stuttered quietly.

"Oh come on. Cute sweater boy has to do something." he coaxed.

I smiled and pushed my glasses up with my sweater paw.

Pete smiled at the tiny action.

"You're so adorable." He said.

I blushed and hid my face. "No I'm not."

Pete wrapped me in a hug and buried his head in my hair. "Yes you are. And I'll prove it." He said.

I cuddled into his side and looked down blushing. "If you say so."

"I know so." He replied.

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I stepped into the hallway and walked to my locker before being pinned against it. I yelped in pain and shook as I looked fearfully into Bob's eyes.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and held me against the wall.

"Hey faggot. Why don't we go into the bathroom and you put your pretty little mouth to use?" He spoke.

I shook my head fiercely and whimpered.

"Too bad Princess." He said.

He lifted me up and started walking to the bathroom.

I saw a familiar face and yelled.
"Pete help me!"

He looked over before Bob covered my mouth.

I closed my eyes and felt Bob open the door.

There was a loud bang which made me open my eyes. Bob dropped me and I landed on my feet before racing into the largest stall and locking it. I sat in the furthest corner and cried into my knees.

I heard a struggle then a cracking noise followed by Bob groaning in pain. I watched his feet stumble into the hallway.

"Patrick?" I recognized Pete's voice.

I whimpered in response. He came to the stall door and easily slid himself under it.

"Aww Pat." He said sadly before hugging my small frame.

I cried into his chest. He nuzzles his nose into my hair and inhales deeply.

"I won't let him hurt you anymore." He told me.

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I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke I was in an unfamiliar house. I looked around and saw pictures of Pete so I laid back down and closed my eyes.

I felt the weight of the couch shift and peeked an eye open to see Pete sitting there.

I instinctively slid over to him and cuddled into his side. "Hey Pat." He said fondly.