Fic: Suspension (one-shot)
TitleSuspension
AuthorMe
RatingPG
DisclaimerNot Real
SummaryPete wants to do something memorable for his 28th birthday
Say anything, but say what you mean
When you whisper you want this, your eyes tell the same
Patrick had long since gotten used to Pete’s crazy whims. When a random boy showed up on your doorstep when you were fifteen and insulted your outfit before kissing you when he heard you sing, you got used to the idea that maybe he was a little crazy. So yeah, Patrick could handle Pete’s random moods, his rash actions and his seemingly nonsensical decisions. He was however, more than a little confused when, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields at 11:51 at night, Pete had the tour bus pulled over and was dragging Patrick into one of said fields.
He knew better than to ask questions. Pete never explained anything until he felt like it (he seemed to have a theory that Patrick should just automatically understand) so when Pete lay flat out on the grass in the middle of a field in some random state at 11:54 at night, Patrick still didn’t ask questions. He followed orders when Pete instructed him to do the same, because, well, if Pete had lost his mind, someone had to humor him.
After another two minutes of silence, Pete finally explained, never taking his eyes off the sky, speckled with millions of stars.
“I want to be doing something cool when I turn 28. Something memorable.”
Patrick turned his head to look at Pete. It always surprised him hearing Pete’s age out loud. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew the guy was turning 28 as of midnight, but he never seemed that old. In so many ways, he was the baby of the group. Patrick always felt like the older one.
“You want to be lying in a field when you turn 28?”
“Didn’t you ever look at the stars when you were a teenager?”
“Sure. I just fail to see how THIS is memorable.”
Pete still didn’t look at Patrick, eyes still focused on the stars above them but he smiled.
“I used to sneak out of the house on nights when I couldn’t sleep and I’d just lie in the garden trying to make out as many stars as I could. I wanted to be one. Not literally obviously, just like, even long after they get old and die, they are still shining to everyone else. It’s like they are caught in suspension. No one cares how old they are or how far away. People wish on them and lie under them like we are now and they just, they’re magical. No matter what they never stop shining.”
Patrick smiled. Pete always had an almost childlike way of looking at things. He was still so innocent. Later on Patrick would look back and think that maybe that moment was when he fell in love with Pete. Or maybe it was the way Pete said “one more minute” and grabbed his hand. Maybe it was the way when Patrick’s watch beeped to signal the hour change, Pete leaned over and kissed him. Maybe it was how for the first time in his life, Pete didn’t try to hide the fact that he was shy when he pulled away from the kiss.
“Say something?” he whispered.
Patrick didn’t know what to say. He’d just been kissed by his best friend. That had been how Pete wanted to spend the moment he turned 28.
The realization hit Patrick like a freight train before he began grinning like an idiot.
He kissed Pete then and there. Lying in the wet grass of a random field in the middle of nowhere, he kissed his best friend hoping many more would follow.
“Happy birthday Pete.”
AuthorMe
RatingPG
DisclaimerNot Real
SummaryPete wants to do something memorable for his 28th birthday
Say anything, but say what you mean
When you whisper you want this, your eyes tell the same
Patrick had long since gotten used to Pete’s crazy whims. When a random boy showed up on your doorstep when you were fifteen and insulted your outfit before kissing you when he heard you sing, you got used to the idea that maybe he was a little crazy. So yeah, Patrick could handle Pete’s random moods, his rash actions and his seemingly nonsensical decisions. He was however, more than a little confused when, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields at 11:51 at night, Pete had the tour bus pulled over and was dragging Patrick into one of said fields.
He knew better than to ask questions. Pete never explained anything until he felt like it (he seemed to have a theory that Patrick should just automatically understand) so when Pete lay flat out on the grass in the middle of a field in some random state at 11:54 at night, Patrick still didn’t ask questions. He followed orders when Pete instructed him to do the same, because, well, if Pete had lost his mind, someone had to humor him.
After another two minutes of silence, Pete finally explained, never taking his eyes off the sky, speckled with millions of stars.
“I want to be doing something cool when I turn 28. Something memorable.”
Patrick turned his head to look at Pete. It always surprised him hearing Pete’s age out loud. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew the guy was turning 28 as of midnight, but he never seemed that old. In so many ways, he was the baby of the group. Patrick always felt like the older one.
“You want to be lying in a field when you turn 28?”
“Didn’t you ever look at the stars when you were a teenager?”
“Sure. I just fail to see how THIS is memorable.”
Pete still didn’t look at Patrick, eyes still focused on the stars above them but he smiled.
“I used to sneak out of the house on nights when I couldn’t sleep and I’d just lie in the garden trying to make out as many stars as I could. I wanted to be one. Not literally obviously, just like, even long after they get old and die, they are still shining to everyone else. It’s like they are caught in suspension. No one cares how old they are or how far away. People wish on them and lie under them like we are now and they just, they’re magical. No matter what they never stop shining.”
Patrick smiled. Pete always had an almost childlike way of looking at things. He was still so innocent. Later on Patrick would look back and think that maybe that moment was when he fell in love with Pete. Or maybe it was the way Pete said “one more minute” and grabbed his hand. Maybe it was the way when Patrick’s watch beeped to signal the hour change, Pete leaned over and kissed him. Maybe it was how for the first time in his life, Pete didn’t try to hide the fact that he was shy when he pulled away from the kiss.
“Say something?” he whispered.
Patrick didn’t know what to say. He’d just been kissed by his best friend. That had been how Pete wanted to spend the moment he turned 28.
The realization hit Patrick like a freight train before he began grinning like an idiot.
He kissed Pete then and there. Lying in the wet grass of a random field in the middle of nowhere, he kissed his best friend hoping many more would follow.
“Happy birthday Pete.”