Fic - Ordinary Moments
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Title Ordinary Moments
Author stolenxmoments
Rating PG for now. Will get higher
Disclaimer I just had a nightmare more real than this.
Summary Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen, in the most ordinary moments.
NotesFirst FOB/slash fic. Also, I'm sorry if I get details wrong or anything, I tried to stay fairly canon, at least for the meeting and then it just got away from me.
It’s just an ordinary day for Patrick. Until he answers the door to a stranger who immediately insults his sweater. Yeah, like he’ll be taking fashion tips from a guy that wears eyeliner and girl jeans anytime soon. The guy then has the audacity to make him sing.
Somewhere other than the shower.
In front of someone.
A couple of hours later and its not such an ordinary day. Patrick is in a band. Patrick is in a band with Pete Wentz. Pete Wentz from Racetraitor and Arma Angelus. He’ll wake up at any time he keeps telling himself. That’s the last time he watches Twilight Zones before he goes to sleep he also tells himself.
It gets even weirder when Pete, in his excitement hugs Patrick and kisses him as he leaves. Beneath the blush, Patrick considers his new band mates mental stability. Pete then tells Patrick if he ever sees that sweater again, he’ll burn it. He leaves smiling and muttering something about Joe and fucking Borders while chuckling.
Patrick watches him leave. Confused about what just happened, and wondering about Pete. His final thought before entering the house to help his mom with dinner is My sweater is not that bad.
***
It’s just an ordinary band practice for Patrick. Until Pete’s new play thing comes in. Yeah, it was just an ordinary band practice until during a song Pete leans over and kisses the unnaturally skinny boy. It was just an ordinary practice until Patrick messed up his next note. He excuses himself saying his throat is dry from the singing, and needs water.
Yeah, he tells himself, it’s the singing that made your throat dry, loser.
He is in the kitchen with his water silently cursing the new boy (His hair is just really annoying. And even by Pete’s standards the boy wears a lot of eye liner. And are those jeans just painted on?) These are all valid reasons to hate him Patrick muses, when Pete walks in.
“Hey man, you coming back to us soon?”
“Yeah just need a second. Throat is kind of sore.”
“Maybe you should take it easy. We’ve done enough for today anyway.”
“No its – I’ll be fine in a minute.”
“Nah man, it’s cool. Alex is getting kind of bored anyway. I should entertain him.”
Patrick tries to ignore Pete’s satisfied smirk.
“If you’re sure.”
“Positive.”
“Okay cool, I’ve got homework and stuff anyway.” Way to make yourself sound like a kid Idiot. Wait, Pete knows you’re in school. Since when do you care?
“Cool dude, don’t stress it. I’ll call you when Alex leaves. Later”
Patrick watches Pete leave and he tries to ignore the tight feeling in his chest.
It’s just an ordinary band practice when Patrick realises he has a thing for Pete.
***
It’s just an ordinary college party. Well Patrick assumes it’s an ordinary party. Being in high school and never having been to a college party. Alex had stopped coming to band practice a week after Patrick realised his crush. Then there was Aimee. That was a month ago. Pete had been flying solo for the past two weeks. Because of this, Patrick got dragged to a college party. With drunken girls, more beer than Patrick had ever seen, and enough weed to make Joe think he’d died and gone to heaven.
Pete had gone to the kitchen to get them a drink. He had told Patrick half joking, half serious, not to accept drinks from anyone but Pete. Apparently Patrick was easy prey on account of being so damn cute. That’s what made Patrick think Pete was just joking. Getting fed up waiting Patrick went to see what the hold up was with the drinks. It didn’t take him long to find out. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Pete. Well the part of him that wasn’t being swallowed by some guy against a counter.
Chest aching, Patrick slipped past noiselessly and out the back door. Pete had been too wrapped up in the other guy to notice. He sat on the steps and willed himself not to cry. The past two weeks had been amazing. Solo Pete meant he spent all his time with Patrick. It wasn’t even always to do with the band anymore. They were becoming best friends.
He was startled when a girl sat beside him. She was pretty. She was really pretty. And she didn’t slur her words. Her name was Sam and she had just broken up with her boyfriend that night. She smiled sadly when Patrick confessed he was invisible to the one person he wanted to be seen by. She offered him a beer. He accepted. They didn’t get drunk. But they loosened up enough to end up kissing. At least someone wanted him.
It was just an ordinary college party when Patrick lost his virginity.
***
It was an ordinary Wednesday night when Pete showed up at Patrick’s house. He had even gone for the cliché of throwing pebbles at his window. Somehow, and Patrick still hadn’t figured it out, Pate had convinced him to go for a drive.
Patrick wasn’t even sure where they were. He wasn’t even sure it mattered though. He and Pete were sitting in the car, listening to Saves the Day and humming along in between spurts of random conversation.
Pete couldn’t sleep. That’s why they were out here. Pete rarely slept. And sometimes on those nights, he would just drive for hours, until he was tired and slept on the back seat, or until the sun came up. Whichever happened first. But tonight, he wanted to talk to Patrick. So they were sitting in the car, listening to Saves the Day, and not really saying anything. Until
“I’m just so tired Patrick.”
“Do you want to sleep? I’ll drive us back if you tell me where we are.”
“No, not that kind of tired.”
“Oh.”
“Do you ever feel stuck? Like everything around you is moving, but nothing is changing?”
“Eh”
“I’m just so sick of it all. The meaningless hook ups, the stupid parties, all the bullshit that comes with it.”
“So why do you do it?”
“Sleeping next to a stranger beats sleeping alone.”
Patrick was silent for a long time.
“Let’s go back.”
“But I can’t sleep yet.”
“You can sleep in my bed tonight. I’m not a stranger and you won’t be alone.”
Then Pete kissed him. It was soft, and brief, and for a minute Patrick was sure he’d imagined it. But the look on Pete’s face told him he hadn’t. The wide eyes and the huge, REAL smile, the warm breath Patrick could still feel against him. He knew the kiss was just friends. But it didn’t matter. Pete had kissed him. For once, Patrick felt a small victory over all the others.
It was just an ordinary Wednesday when Patrick fell in love.
Title Ordinary Moments
Author stolenxmoments
Rating PG for now. Will get higher
Disclaimer I just had a nightmare more real than this.
Summary Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen, in the most ordinary moments.
NotesFirst FOB/slash fic. Also, I'm sorry if I get details wrong or anything, I tried to stay fairly canon, at least for the meeting and then it just got away from me.
It’s just an ordinary day for Patrick. Until he answers the door to a stranger who immediately insults his sweater. Yeah, like he’ll be taking fashion tips from a guy that wears eyeliner and girl jeans anytime soon. The guy then has the audacity to make him sing.
Somewhere other than the shower.
In front of someone.
A couple of hours later and its not such an ordinary day. Patrick is in a band. Patrick is in a band with Pete Wentz. Pete Wentz from Racetraitor and Arma Angelus. He’ll wake up at any time he keeps telling himself. That’s the last time he watches Twilight Zones before he goes to sleep he also tells himself.
It gets even weirder when Pete, in his excitement hugs Patrick and kisses him as he leaves. Beneath the blush, Patrick considers his new band mates mental stability. Pete then tells Patrick if he ever sees that sweater again, he’ll burn it. He leaves smiling and muttering something about Joe and fucking Borders while chuckling.
Patrick watches him leave. Confused about what just happened, and wondering about Pete. His final thought before entering the house to help his mom with dinner is My sweater is not that bad.
***
It’s just an ordinary band practice for Patrick. Until Pete’s new play thing comes in. Yeah, it was just an ordinary band practice until during a song Pete leans over and kisses the unnaturally skinny boy. It was just an ordinary practice until Patrick messed up his next note. He excuses himself saying his throat is dry from the singing, and needs water.
Yeah, he tells himself, it’s the singing that made your throat dry, loser.
He is in the kitchen with his water silently cursing the new boy (His hair is just really annoying. And even by Pete’s standards the boy wears a lot of eye liner. And are those jeans just painted on?) These are all valid reasons to hate him Patrick muses, when Pete walks in.
“Hey man, you coming back to us soon?”
“Yeah just need a second. Throat is kind of sore.”
“Maybe you should take it easy. We’ve done enough for today anyway.”
“No its – I’ll be fine in a minute.”
“Nah man, it’s cool. Alex is getting kind of bored anyway. I should entertain him.”
Patrick tries to ignore Pete’s satisfied smirk.
“If you’re sure.”
“Positive.”
“Okay cool, I’ve got homework and stuff anyway.” Way to make yourself sound like a kid Idiot. Wait, Pete knows you’re in school. Since when do you care?
“Cool dude, don’t stress it. I’ll call you when Alex leaves. Later”
Patrick watches Pete leave and he tries to ignore the tight feeling in his chest.
It’s just an ordinary band practice when Patrick realises he has a thing for Pete.
***
It’s just an ordinary college party. Well Patrick assumes it’s an ordinary party. Being in high school and never having been to a college party. Alex had stopped coming to band practice a week after Patrick realised his crush. Then there was Aimee. That was a month ago. Pete had been flying solo for the past two weeks. Because of this, Patrick got dragged to a college party. With drunken girls, more beer than Patrick had ever seen, and enough weed to make Joe think he’d died and gone to heaven.
Pete had gone to the kitchen to get them a drink. He had told Patrick half joking, half serious, not to accept drinks from anyone but Pete. Apparently Patrick was easy prey on account of being so damn cute. That’s what made Patrick think Pete was just joking. Getting fed up waiting Patrick went to see what the hold up was with the drinks. It didn’t take him long to find out. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Pete. Well the part of him that wasn’t being swallowed by some guy against a counter.
Chest aching, Patrick slipped past noiselessly and out the back door. Pete had been too wrapped up in the other guy to notice. He sat on the steps and willed himself not to cry. The past two weeks had been amazing. Solo Pete meant he spent all his time with Patrick. It wasn’t even always to do with the band anymore. They were becoming best friends.
He was startled when a girl sat beside him. She was pretty. She was really pretty. And she didn’t slur her words. Her name was Sam and she had just broken up with her boyfriend that night. She smiled sadly when Patrick confessed he was invisible to the one person he wanted to be seen by. She offered him a beer. He accepted. They didn’t get drunk. But they loosened up enough to end up kissing. At least someone wanted him.
It was just an ordinary college party when Patrick lost his virginity.
***
It was an ordinary Wednesday night when Pete showed up at Patrick’s house. He had even gone for the cliché of throwing pebbles at his window. Somehow, and Patrick still hadn’t figured it out, Pate had convinced him to go for a drive.
Patrick wasn’t even sure where they were. He wasn’t even sure it mattered though. He and Pete were sitting in the car, listening to Saves the Day and humming along in between spurts of random conversation.
Pete couldn’t sleep. That’s why they were out here. Pete rarely slept. And sometimes on those nights, he would just drive for hours, until he was tired and slept on the back seat, or until the sun came up. Whichever happened first. But tonight, he wanted to talk to Patrick. So they were sitting in the car, listening to Saves the Day, and not really saying anything. Until
“I’m just so tired Patrick.”
“Do you want to sleep? I’ll drive us back if you tell me where we are.”
“No, not that kind of tired.”
“Oh.”
“Do you ever feel stuck? Like everything around you is moving, but nothing is changing?”
“Eh”
“I’m just so sick of it all. The meaningless hook ups, the stupid parties, all the bullshit that comes with it.”
“So why do you do it?”
“Sleeping next to a stranger beats sleeping alone.”
Patrick was silent for a long time.
“Let’s go back.”
“But I can’t sleep yet.”
“You can sleep in my bed tonight. I’m not a stranger and you won’t be alone.”
Then Pete kissed him. It was soft, and brief, and for a minute Patrick was sure he’d imagined it. But the look on Pete’s face told him he hadn’t. The wide eyes and the huge, REAL smile, the warm breath Patrick could still feel against him. He knew the kiss was just friends. But it didn’t matter. Pete had kissed him. For once, Patrick felt a small victory over all the others.
It was just an ordinary Wednesday when Patrick fell in love.