Fic: Validation
Hi! Me again with another standalone/one shot
I'm really trying to work on different writing styles and I pretty much think I suck most of the time so the reason I am posting is to try work some of the kinks out. I WANT to improve because I have a long way to go to keep up the standard created here by some people so ConCrit is totally welcome. I'm a big girl (not really, I'm rather short) but I can take it :D
Title:Validation
Author: Katie
Rating: PG to PG-13, a couple of swear words but nothing too bad.
Disclaimer: Pete is real, Patrick is real, the rest pretty much isn't and the guys (sadly) don't belong to me. I'm just using them to try be creative.
Summary: Quiet talks, endless highways and driving through the night.
here goes:
Pete felt like he’d been on the road for years. The month since he’d left Wilmette in a beaten up old van with the three guys had just been a blur of shows in dingy clubs, bad food, hardly any sleep and long seemingly endless nights on the road driving from town to town.
Joe and Andy were currently passed out in the back of the van, Joe still clutching a packet of cheesy puffs, while Patrick sat next to him up front – feet propped against the dashboard, head resting on an arm curled up against the window. He’d drive until sunrise Pete decided, and then find a lay by to try and get a couple of hours sleep. He actually felt like he might sleep tonight or this morning or whenever the fuck it was and be damned if he was going to miss that opportunity.
Glancing across at Patrick, Pete found himself smiling and reliving the nights show. That kid was something else His voice was going to change the world. At least it would if Pete had anything to do with it. That voice was why he as driving through the night to get to the next town and the next stage. To give Patrick his platform.
He was still staring at Patrick imaging all the places that 16 year olds voice would take the when he heard said voice mutter “watch the road fucker.” Pete grinned to himself and turned his attention back to the empty highway in front of him. He stayed that way until he could feel eyes burning into his head.
“What?” he asked without looking at the boy who was clearly now awake.
“Just seeing how you like being stared at.” came the reply.
Pete laughed. Patrick was always such a little bitch when he first woke up. It was adorable.
“You know you’re going to change the world kid?”
“Pete it’s four am. I think this is you dreaming while still awake. Pull over and get some sleep.”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation you little bitch. So shut up and take a damn compliment.”
Pete didn’t have to look at Patrick to know he was rolling his eyes. A month on the road with someone and you got to know their habits pretty well.
“Pete just shut the fuck up. I’m not going to change the world. I just sing your words,” Patrick paused before adding in a softer voice “everyone knows it’s the words that count.”
This made Pete turn to look at Patrick, sleepy eyes and crumpled clothes. He pulled over to the side of the road and killed the engine before turning to face Patrick again.
“Without you the words wouldn’t be heard. You validate them. Make them real. If it wasn’t for you, nobody but me would get them.”
“You put too much faith in me.”
Pete didn’t know what to say. Why couldn’t Patrick see what he meant? Why didn’t he understand? He looked at the younger boy again to see him sitting facing him, back against the window, knees pulled up against his chest, looking every bit the sixteen year old kid he was. Before he realized what he was doing, Pete had his hands on Patrick’s knees and kissed them gently though the worn denim of the boys jeans. Patrick didn’t move, didn’t make any noises or didn’t even change his breathing pattern. Instead, when Pete looked up to meet Patrick’s eyes, he was met with shining blue curiosity. He found himself kneeling before the boy and placing his hand at the back of his neck, brushing strawberry blonde strands.
Patrick moved his legs to either side of Pete giving the older boy more room to move, almost as if he expected the next move. If he didn’t, and if he was surprised, Patrick certainly didn’t show it as Pete’s lips found his forehead. He just closed his eyes and sat still, waiting for Pete to make his next move. He kissed both of Patrick’s closed eyelids and then moved his mouth to just over Patrick’s lips. There were so close that their lips brushed with each of Pete’s next words.
“Don’t you get it? You’re the reason I’m here. I write the words just to hear you sing them.” He was whispering, as if speaking too loudly would destroy the gentle point he was trying to make. Would destroy this perfect moment and private world the two had created in this van.
Pete finally brushed his lips against Patrick’s. Soft, gentle and so light they could have been imagining it. When Pete pulled away, neither spoke. Pete still wasn’t sure Patrick got it, while Patrick no longer thought he needed to get it. Somehow what had been said and done was enough.
When the sounds of morning traffic woke Pete a few hours later, he found himself still on that side of the road, with Patrick’s torso as a pillow and warm hands tangled in his hair.
***
Lemme know what you think :D
I'm really trying to work on different writing styles and I pretty much think I suck most of the time so the reason I am posting is to try work some of the kinks out. I WANT to improve because I have a long way to go to keep up the standard created here by some people so ConCrit is totally welcome. I'm a big girl (not really, I'm rather short) but I can take it :D
Title:Validation
Author: Katie
Rating: PG to PG-13, a couple of swear words but nothing too bad.
Disclaimer: Pete is real, Patrick is real, the rest pretty much isn't and the guys (sadly) don't belong to me. I'm just using them to try be creative.
Summary: Quiet talks, endless highways and driving through the night.
here goes:
Pete felt like he’d been on the road for years. The month since he’d left Wilmette in a beaten up old van with the three guys had just been a blur of shows in dingy clubs, bad food, hardly any sleep and long seemingly endless nights on the road driving from town to town.
Joe and Andy were currently passed out in the back of the van, Joe still clutching a packet of cheesy puffs, while Patrick sat next to him up front – feet propped against the dashboard, head resting on an arm curled up against the window. He’d drive until sunrise Pete decided, and then find a lay by to try and get a couple of hours sleep. He actually felt like he might sleep tonight or this morning or whenever the fuck it was and be damned if he was going to miss that opportunity.
Glancing across at Patrick, Pete found himself smiling and reliving the nights show. That kid was something else His voice was going to change the world. At least it would if Pete had anything to do with it. That voice was why he as driving through the night to get to the next town and the next stage. To give Patrick his platform.
He was still staring at Patrick imaging all the places that 16 year olds voice would take the when he heard said voice mutter “watch the road fucker.” Pete grinned to himself and turned his attention back to the empty highway in front of him. He stayed that way until he could feel eyes burning into his head.
“What?” he asked without looking at the boy who was clearly now awake.
“Just seeing how you like being stared at.” came the reply.
Pete laughed. Patrick was always such a little bitch when he first woke up. It was adorable.
“You know you’re going to change the world kid?”
“Pete it’s four am. I think this is you dreaming while still awake. Pull over and get some sleep.”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation you little bitch. So shut up and take a damn compliment.”
Pete didn’t have to look at Patrick to know he was rolling his eyes. A month on the road with someone and you got to know their habits pretty well.
“Pete just shut the fuck up. I’m not going to change the world. I just sing your words,” Patrick paused before adding in a softer voice “everyone knows it’s the words that count.”
This made Pete turn to look at Patrick, sleepy eyes and crumpled clothes. He pulled over to the side of the road and killed the engine before turning to face Patrick again.
“Without you the words wouldn’t be heard. You validate them. Make them real. If it wasn’t for you, nobody but me would get them.”
“You put too much faith in me.”
Pete didn’t know what to say. Why couldn’t Patrick see what he meant? Why didn’t he understand? He looked at the younger boy again to see him sitting facing him, back against the window, knees pulled up against his chest, looking every bit the sixteen year old kid he was. Before he realized what he was doing, Pete had his hands on Patrick’s knees and kissed them gently though the worn denim of the boys jeans. Patrick didn’t move, didn’t make any noises or didn’t even change his breathing pattern. Instead, when Pete looked up to meet Patrick’s eyes, he was met with shining blue curiosity. He found himself kneeling before the boy and placing his hand at the back of his neck, brushing strawberry blonde strands.
Patrick moved his legs to either side of Pete giving the older boy more room to move, almost as if he expected the next move. If he didn’t, and if he was surprised, Patrick certainly didn’t show it as Pete’s lips found his forehead. He just closed his eyes and sat still, waiting for Pete to make his next move. He kissed both of Patrick’s closed eyelids and then moved his mouth to just over Patrick’s lips. There were so close that their lips brushed with each of Pete’s next words.
“Don’t you get it? You’re the reason I’m here. I write the words just to hear you sing them.” He was whispering, as if speaking too loudly would destroy the gentle point he was trying to make. Would destroy this perfect moment and private world the two had created in this van.
Pete finally brushed his lips against Patrick’s. Soft, gentle and so light they could have been imagining it. When Pete pulled away, neither spoke. Pete still wasn’t sure Patrick got it, while Patrick no longer thought he needed to get it. Somehow what had been said and done was enough.
When the sounds of morning traffic woke Pete a few hours later, he found himself still on that side of the road, with Patrick’s torso as a pillow and warm hands tangled in his hair.
***
Lemme know what you think :D