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[music|My Favorite Highway - Counterfeit (The Art Of Deception)]


This is my first fic attempt, so it's very short, and rather cliche.

Title: Morning
Author: averagejane42
Pairing: Patrick/Peter.
Rating: G
Summary: Patrick can't believe his luck.
Disclaimer: Wish I owned them...


I rolled over and opened my eyes slowly. There he was, lying right next to me. I squeezed my eyes shut and looked again. Nope, not a dream. He looked so innocent with his eyes shut and mouth slightly open. His eyeliner had smeared down his cheeks and his hair was sticking out in every direction. He had never looked so beautiful.

I propped myself up on one elbow and sighed deeply. I still don’t really understand. He can have any girl he wants. Hell, he can probably have any guy he wants too. One flash of that perfect smile and everyone melts. Especially me. I can’t look in his eyes without going weak at the knees and he knows it.

How did I get to be so lucky? Me, the kid who sits in the corner with his GameBoy. Me, Lunchbox. Me, the emo kid with chunky glasses and the start of a bald spot. How did I catch the eye of the most beautiful man on earth?

“Hey, quit staring, you’re creepin’ me out.”

Oops. I didn’t mean to stare for so long. “I can’t help it,” I said with a small smile.

He laughed. “I’m just kidding with you. Sorta. Kinda weird to think of you watching me sleep, man.” He reached up and put his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and felt him pull me toward him. I felt his lips on mine, warm and caring. I shifted closer and he wrapped his arm around me.

I am the luckiest guy alive.