Patrick woke with a start. His eyes shot open as he sat up. His eyes searched the yard. Something wasn't right; he could sense it. His eyes finally landed on the lad sitting not too far from him. The pale colour widened, enable to fathom what he was seeing-colour. "W-who are you?" Patrick choked out, scrambling to his feet.
"I'm Pete. This is my house. I shouldn't have to ask your name." He smiled fully, his wide lips pulling back to reveal equally large teeth. On anyone else, it would have looked weird. On Pete, though, it went well with his odd appearence. "O-okay..." Patrick's voice was low and uncertain.
"Inside, now." Pete hurriedly said, flinging a glance over his shoulder. "What?! Why?!" Patrick asked, bewildered. "They're coming!" Pete was almost to the door, waving Patrick over Patrick frantically. "Who are "they"?"
Patrick followed Pete into the house, albiet reluctantly. "The Patrolers. It any of the Kryph officials find me, I'll be taken in. Since you're the only other anomally and you're on my property, they might take you too. Please, just wait until they're gone." Pete's vocie sounded pleading, which only added to the melodic tone. Patrick would've ran by that point, but he trusted Pete for some reason, and he didn't want to be captured by Patrolers. Hesitantly, he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes searching the colourful boy wearily.
He had a sort of quality about him. His eyes held a sparkle, a glimmer of humour in them. His nimble fingers struck repetitively against his dark jeans, filling the room with a quiet, muffled, dull sound. His lips twitched slightly, a low hum escpaing his throat. His scheeme od colour really struck Patrick. He couldn't shake the feeling about him, some sort of force pulling him in, pulling him closer. At the edge of the whirlpool, the face of the cliff, sharks circling below, and at the centre of the danger...was Pete. And, for some reason, that excited Patrick.
"What are you thinking? You're smiling." Pete chuckled. He had an odd laugh, and it resonated through Patrick. "Uh, nothing. I just...I'm glad I have someone I can talk to. I mean, I've been alive for my entire life, but now...you're an anomaly. You understand, so I can talk to you, talk to someone for the first time in forever."
Pete's smile grew impossible wide. "It gets lonely. We've got each other." He said, batting his eyelashes as mock adoration dripped from his tone. Patrick tried to stiffle a laugh, but it came out as a snort. "So, do you think it's safe to go outside now?" Patrick asked hesitantly. "Probably not; they're usually out there for at least half an hour."
He paused. "If you don't mind my asking, why were you on my patio?" He wet his lips gently. Patrick sighed, his back sliding against the doorframe as he lowered himself to the ground. "I don't have a home. Every night, I'm on someone else's property. It's been like this for years; for as long as I can remember, in fact." His voice was soft and uncertain, almost as if he didn't want to tell why, or want to be heard.
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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...
