Fireworks [1/1]
Fireworks
(451) // (G)
for March 03.
patrick/pete, mostly gen. hinting at a future relationship, i guess.
When they met, there were no fireworks or cute glances at the floor. There were a few sarcastic remarks and introductions, maybe, and then they got to work. After that, there were a few cute glances at the floor, but still no fireworks. Those came later.
"Do you ever think you could just stay in one place, forever?" Pete asks, and Patrick can distinctly hear the comma. There's something weird about the way Pete talks, where you can constantly hear every bit of punctuation, even though when he types there isn't any.
"Sometimes, I guess," Patrick replies, staring at the ceiling. He's trying to remember how they got here, because sometimes when he's with Pete it feels like there's large sections missing. One minute they're here, the next minute they're ten miles down the road. Most of the time, it's just figuratively. Sometimes it's literally.
"I wish I did," Pete says, rolling over. "But I don't think I could be truly happy anywhere. I mean, I can't be happy everywhere." He pauses, "No, that's not what I mean at all."
Patrick laughs a little, because even though he's staring at the ceiling he can definitely imagine the look on Pete's face.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious," Pete says, propping himself up on his elbows and moving into Patrick's field of vision. "I don't think I could stay happy in one place, is what I mean. I have to be moving around. Can't get bored, you know? I'm going to live on a plane and never stop moving."
Patrick believes it, because the next minute Pete's rolled over and is holding his legs in the air.
"I used to do this all the time when I was little," Pete says, bending at the knees. "I don't know why, but I think every little kid did. I used to love being upside-down."
It's kind of weird, to see somebody five years older than him bouncing around while he lays still. Weird, yeah, but it's Pete, so it's normal.
"Seeing the world differently, you know?" says Pete, still going strong. Once, Patrick wished Pete would shut up. He didn't talk for five days, and by the end of it Patrick's hands shook. "Like, right-side up you have to be missing something, sometimes. Hidden messages, maybe, like if you look at a cliff or something upside-down you'll see God's secret code."
It's four in the morning. Patrick should be asleep--he has school tomorrow. Today. In three hours. "Pete," he says, voice cracking slightly. "I need to go to sleep."
Pete stops moving for a moment, eyes focused sharply on Patrick's. "Go to sleep, then," he says, half-smiling in a completely aggravating way. "Nobody's stopping you."
(451) // (G)
for March 03.
patrick/pete, mostly gen. hinting at a future relationship, i guess.
When they met, there were no fireworks or cute glances at the floor. There were a few sarcastic remarks and introductions, maybe, and then they got to work. After that, there were a few cute glances at the floor, but still no fireworks. Those came later.
"Do you ever think you could just stay in one place, forever?" Pete asks, and Patrick can distinctly hear the comma. There's something weird about the way Pete talks, where you can constantly hear every bit of punctuation, even though when he types there isn't any.
"Sometimes, I guess," Patrick replies, staring at the ceiling. He's trying to remember how they got here, because sometimes when he's with Pete it feels like there's large sections missing. One minute they're here, the next minute they're ten miles down the road. Most of the time, it's just figuratively. Sometimes it's literally.
"I wish I did," Pete says, rolling over. "But I don't think I could be truly happy anywhere. I mean, I can't be happy everywhere." He pauses, "No, that's not what I mean at all."
Patrick laughs a little, because even though he's staring at the ceiling he can definitely imagine the look on Pete's face.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious," Pete says, propping himself up on his elbows and moving into Patrick's field of vision. "I don't think I could stay happy in one place, is what I mean. I have to be moving around. Can't get bored, you know? I'm going to live on a plane and never stop moving."
Patrick believes it, because the next minute Pete's rolled over and is holding his legs in the air.
"I used to do this all the time when I was little," Pete says, bending at the knees. "I don't know why, but I think every little kid did. I used to love being upside-down."
It's kind of weird, to see somebody five years older than him bouncing around while he lays still. Weird, yeah, but it's Pete, so it's normal.
"Seeing the world differently, you know?" says Pete, still going strong. Once, Patrick wished Pete would shut up. He didn't talk for five days, and by the end of it Patrick's hands shook. "Like, right-side up you have to be missing something, sometimes. Hidden messages, maybe, like if you look at a cliff or something upside-down you'll see God's secret code."
It's four in the morning. Patrick should be asleep--he has school tomorrow. Today. In three hours. "Pete," he says, voice cracking slightly. "I need to go to sleep."
Pete stops moving for a moment, eyes focused sharply on Patrick's. "Go to sleep, then," he says, half-smiling in a completely aggravating way. "Nobody's stopping you."