Test Your Faith.

Mikey and Frank head over to Pete's locker once they put their own things away. Instead of the usual scene of Brendon trying to piss him off with some stupid joke, they're met with the sight of a familiar freshman in a fedora and velcro shoes and of course Pete. Brendon, they assumed, is probably somewhere fucking with Spencer. They make their way over, and despite Patrick being a freshman and Frank a sophomore, they're the same height almost exactly. Frank can see what Pete likes in the kid, despite him being quite different from Pete's usual type of skinny tan guys. Now, Patrick is no where near fat. And he's not disgustingly skinny. He's in the middle. A girlish figure that looks good with the clothing choices he makes. Cardigans and jeans, usually. The one thing thay Frank can't understand though is the fedora. It's just not in style any more, but Patrick doesn't seem to care. That's another thing Pete loves about Patrick. He couldn't care less about what most people think. It takes a lot to get him down. He's like a littke ray of sunshine that was specifically made to make people happy. It was just him. "Hey! What's up you guys?" Pete smiled as he noticed them walk up. Usually now would be when Patrick would disappear. He liked all of them but he had his own little group of friends. But Pete wouldn't let that happen today. Today, he wrapped his arms around the freshman's waist, smiling brightly. "Nothing much. The usual." Mikey answered for them both, Frank shrugging behind him. "But I've heard a lot's been up for you." Frank grinned, looking pointedly at the two. "Yep. This cute thing is all mine." Pete said with a rather proud smirk. Patrick elbowed him in the ribs, though he didn't do it in the intention to hurt him. Pete faked a pained noise and Patrick immediately spun around worriedly apologizing. God be dead, if Pete didn't have this kid wrapped around his finger. They talked for a while, Patrick eventually escaping Pete's embrace to run off with Ryan and Billie soon after if they could manage to talk him out of the band room. They were finally separated at the bell, Mikey and Frank heading to English Lit, Brendon chasing Pete down the hall on the way to gym. Brendon was a junior along with Pete, despite Pete being almost two years older than Brendon. Brendon had skipped two grades, but despite being younger than the rest of the juniors he was on the popular side. That was likely due to how charismatic the 15 year old was, and how he seemed to be able to charm anyone and everyone. Gym was far from either of their favorite classes, but it was a three day at the least requirement. Their feet pounded on the track as Brendon belted out lyrics to songs, ignoring the looks he was given from other students. Some he'd written, some from his favorite bands, and some that the radio played way too much that Brendon claimed he could sing better. And unfortunately for Pete that meant several Taylor Swift songs. English Literature was something Mikey and Frank found mildly interesting, but as interesting as historical literature could be, the idea of reading Macbeth was a lot more appealing than it actually was. It was a lot of outdated expressions and hard to understand words but they sat in the back of the classroom, reading the long stack of papers in their binders. As Brendon rounded his 7th lap and Pete his 10th, after getting tired of Brendon's constant singing he had sped up. And as Frank was ready to fall asleep and Mikey about to throw the book down oit of frustration. The bell rang. They shuffled through the rest of their morning classes, all sitting at their usual lunch table, and finally finishing off their day. By the time the final class had Patrick had a bit of an attitude, pushing Pete's hand away each time it went to grab his own. The blonde pushed his glasses up, his gaze focused on the ground in front of him. Pete shrugged it off as they all separated to head home. Pete walked Patrick home, Frank and Mikey walking together as usual, and Brendon being carried by an exasperated Spencer to his car. Spencer finally set Brendon down as they reached Spencer's car, walking over to his own side. "Spenceee." He whined dramatically, which earned him an eye roll. "Yes, Princess Brendon?" Spencer asked sarcastically. The shorter boy looked indignant, huffing childishly at the name. "Aren't you going to open the door for me? Like a gentleman." Brendon asked, grinning. With a groan, Spencer did what Brendon had said. Brendon was known to be a bit strange. The Mormon boy was definitely not as stereotypically uptight as most would expect. He loved proving people wrong, . Whether it be kissing boys in the hallway to piss off the homophobic teachers or students, or calling out a teacher on something. That was what he did best. And he did it in such a way that you couldn't get mad at him about it. It was just Brendon. That's how he was. Pete and Patrick's walk home was filled mostly with silence, at least the first half. After a few minutes Pete had gotten Patrick to hold his hand, but the younger definitely wasn't up for a conversation. And that worried Pete. Even when they were just friends he was always happy and talkative. "'Trick?" Pete asked, looking over at Patrick who's gaze was still downcast. Pete had taken his bag, carrying both of theirs on the arm that wasn't holding Patrick's hand. "Mhm?" The blonde boy mumbled. "Everything alright?" At that, Patrick tensed a little, hesitating before shaking his head slowly. "No..." he sighed, Pete squeezing his hand as an acknowledgement to elaborate. Patrick took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, today during Lunch I was talking to Ryan and Billie about how we're dating now and they were both really happy but Ashlee overheard and she said that we were gross and she called me a girly-boy." The freshman's voice cracked as he tightened his hold on Pete's hand. Pete was a mix of upset and enraged. Ashlee was his ex, but that gave her no right to say a word to Patrick. Especially nothing hurtful. "Oh, 'Trick... You know that she's wrong, right? I'll love you forever. We're certainly not gross. And she probably only called you that because you're prettier than she is." Pete laughed. Patrick was a bit happier from then on.

Notes

Some peterick action what do you think? Do you ship it?