Pete yawned loudly. He made an odd sound as he stretched, his arms falling listlessly to his sides. He stood slugishly, his legs stiff and aching. He tossed on a change of clothes, not bothering to try and tame his wild mop of thick hair. He was about to walk downstairs when something caught his eye. A splotch of grey on his back patio. He grinned widely, racking his brain for the boy's name. It started with 'P'-he knew that much- but what was it?
Paul? No... Pace? Nope, deffinetly not. Parker? Probably wasn't. Patrick! Yes, that's it! Pete's smile was victorious as he walked downstairs to his small kitchenette.
He found a clean mug and poured a cup of coffee. He made two simple slices of toast and set them and the cup on a plate large enough for them. He made his way to the back door, the plate precariously balanced on his forearm as he unlocked it. He gingerly stepped across the patio, glancing nervously over his shoulder. Thankfully, no one was watching the house. He set the plate on the small table near Patrick, smiling softly at how peaceful he looked. Despite being alone, ignored, disregarded, he still managed to find peace. That was something Pete had never been able to do.
Pete was also an anomally, a deviation to the global rule. He was of colours. Not skin tone; no, people had skin tones just as you and I have them. His hair and eyes were the warm tone of melted chocolate. His clothes were rather unusual, too. His skin was a myriad of colours, of all tones. His jeans, which clung to his skinny legs, were a dark, poison green. His clunky hightops were grey and purple.
In a two tone world, he stood out. Even more so than Patrick. But with Patrick, they jjust ignored him, as if he wasn't there. With Pete, it was different. The Capitol, or the Kryph, was on the lookout for him. He could barely leave his house. If he was found, he would be taken, no questions asked. They saw him as dangerous; for some reason, they thought he would 'infect' others, as though his colours could bleed unto them.
It was stupid, really. Anomallies can't change others. You're either normal or not; it was as simple as that. Pete decided to sit in one of the other chairs on the opposite side of the patio. He enjoyed the sound of the crystal water flowing through the midnight and snow forest that grew at the edge of everyone's backyard, and the gentle noise of the birdsong flittering through the air. His right heel was lefted on the toe of his right foot and it was shifting slightly, swaying side to side. His fingers drummed against the arm rest as he hummed under his breath. That was another way he was different; he was a very musical person and he was always making some form or another of noise
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Impossibilities~~~Peterick
FanfictionPatrick Stump never fit in. In a world of black and white, he was a shade of grey. He was alone. After all, no one would acknowledge his existence. As far as they were concerned, he didn't exist. When he meets a boy of colours, his life will fo...
