Going English [1/?]
Title : Going English [1/?]
Summary :Patrick and Pete are roommates in an English
boarding school.
Author : Trisha [
fictionitusxd]
Rating : PG - Nothing too horrible.
Author's Notes : New Story. Utterly AU. I hope you all
enjoy it. Also, the recipes I chose for the feast part
can all be found on FoodNetwork.com. I was looking for
Alton Brown's Panko-Crusted Macaroni and Cheese
recipe, which I still cannot find. *cries*. I'm a
nerd; I love Alton Brown...
Also, thanks tolesinnocents for betaing it for me!
London. Yes, this was a place Peter Wentz has been to
many times before. He's roamed these same streets on
his many vacations before. He loved it then, with its
old charm, the building styles not common in America,
and the huge Palace that housed royalty.
But right now, he'd rather be in the states.
See, Peter Wentz is being sent to boarding school in
England. His mother wants him to be educated with 'the
best'. She has this odd obsession with English
boarding schools, seeing as she went to one. And she
doesn't even use her education.
Peter's family is rich. Not just rich, but rich enough
to hire Peter his own chauffeur, give Peter any car he
wants for the chauffeur to drive him around in, a
helicopter, and let him roam in and out of the country
as he pleases. His father is a business mogul, while
his mother is a socialite. He never felt like he
belonged anywhere, not even his last private school
near the Wentz estate in the suburbs of Chicago. He
was even richer then all of those brats.
He was always depressed, so his mother assumed it was
his schooling. So, she made a few phone calls, and is
sending him to the London Estates School for Boys.
He didn't want to be here, to put it lightly.
Peter looks up from his thinking to see that his
driver is taking him down a cobblestone driveway lined
with trees and flowers. There are many buildings,
built with rusted bricks and creeping ivy vines.
Everything about it is picture perfect, as the
students returning from summer hug and share stories,
dragging their bags up stone steps.
"Welcome home, Sir Wentz."
Peter looks up to see his driver holding the door open
for him. He gets out as a woman greets him.
"Mr. Wentz, you will be residing in the Liverpool
House. I will have your driver bring your things to
your room. I will give you a tour now..."
---
No wonder Pete's mother picked this school for him.
It has rolling hills of green grass that look almost
fake. The food is prepared by some of the world's top
chefs. They have horseback riding, pools, tennis
courts, professors teaching classes, and uniforms. His
mother has a thing for uniforms.
And now Pete is being led to his room in his dorm
building. The halls are made of mahogany (He can tell
it's mahogany; his father's lounge was all mahogany.
He always said it was a 'manly wood') and crowded with
new arrivals bringing their own things into their
dorms.
"This is your room, Mr. Wentz,” the woman says with a
thick English accent as she leads him in front of a
door. Mahogany, of course. "Room 2C. Your roommate
will be a Mr. Patrick Stump, in your year, also from
America."
She smiles as she hands Pete a pair of keys for the
room. "Your schedule and uniform are inside. Dinner
will be at 6:00 PM, and you must wear your uniforms
seeing as tonight is an opening ceremony. Please get
settled in, and welcome to London Estates."
Peter enters the room and admires the beauty. It's a
gentle blue, with mahogany panelling halfway up the
walls. The hardwood flooring is also mahogany. The
window offers a view of more green meadows, with the
silhouette of the London skyline in the distance. The
room is magnificent; nothing short of what his mother
expected. Though it seems that his roommate hasn't
arrived. Peter decides to take the bed by the window
and starts unpacking his belongings and putting them
away in the proper places.
---------
Peter feels alone.
All these kids seem to know each other already, which
makes dinner seem less enjoyable. The opening speeches
seem to drone on forever, the words echoing off the
walls and the tall ceilings and dying as they come
back down to reach Pete's ears. He seems to not be the
only one in a bored sort-of trance; the rest of the
students are anxious to go and eat. From what Pete has
been hearing from the other kids, a lot of them are
indeed from different parts of England. There are a
few from the States, a lot from Scotland and Wales, a
good population of students from New Zealand and
Australia - even a massive group of students from
South Africa. Pete has never been in a school with
such diversity before, and it's kind of refreshing.
But, even those kids have people to relate to. Pete
feels scared. Despite coming off as a cocky rich kid,
the core of him is a shy, anxious and nervous boy. He
was diagnosed with depression by every therapist his
mother has ever sent him to, and that was a lot of
therapists. Most of his friends were friends of his
parents, and he never actually made friends at any of
the schools he went to. They always got the wrong
impressions of him, coming to a quick conclusion that
Peter Wentz was just an asshole.
The feast is amazing; the food reminds Pete of what he
ate at home. His family's chef was one of the best in
the world, hailing from Milan, Italy. They had
Pepper-crusted Lamb Loin, Mashed Potatoes with red
skins, Butter-Poached Lobster Ravioli, Greek Orzo and
Grilled Shrimp Salad...The list went on and on. He
just wishes he had good friends to share this
marvelous feast with.
His eyes wander the large hall, but suddenly stop when
he thinks he must have just lain eyes on an angel.
This boy stands out from all the other boys in the
hall; his hair is a golden blonde and long in the
back. His eyes shine green like emeralds glittering in
the window of the jewelry store, waiting to be
purchased. A thick pair of black glasses.
Pete watches him socialize from across the room. This
boy makes him feel like a cage of butterflies has been
released deep within his stomach. It's sort of like
the feeling he got when he saw a really pretty girl,
only with...a boy?
----------
After the feast, Pete decides to skip meeting people
in the lounge and head back to his room. See, Peter
never really learned how to properly 'make friends',
which didn't work in his favor.
It does seem like this mysterious Patrick Stump has
arrived; he has pictures and books placed at his
bedside, his comforter is laid out already. He pretty
much made himself at home while Pete was at the feast.
Pete sighs as he flops down on the bed loudly. He
already misses home. He misses his mother and father.
He misses his space-age foam mattress that shaped to
hug his every curve. He even misses Chicago, that
dirty city billowing with thick smog even in the early
morning. He misses--
"Are you Peter?"
Pete looks up at the person who just entered.
It's the boy from the hall.
How is it so far?
Summary :Patrick and Pete are roommates in an English
boarding school.
Author : Trisha [
fictionitusxd]Rating : PG - Nothing too horrible.
Author's Notes : New Story. Utterly AU. I hope you all
enjoy it. Also, the recipes I chose for the feast part
can all be found on FoodNetwork.com. I was looking for
Alton Brown's Panko-Crusted Macaroni and Cheese
recipe, which I still cannot find. *cries*. I'm a
nerd; I love Alton Brown...
Also, thanks to
lesinnocents for betaing it for me!London. Yes, this was a place Peter Wentz has been to
many times before. He's roamed these same streets on
his many vacations before. He loved it then, with its
old charm, the building styles not common in America,
and the huge Palace that housed royalty.
But right now, he'd rather be in the states.
See, Peter Wentz is being sent to boarding school in
England. His mother wants him to be educated with 'the
best'. She has this odd obsession with English
boarding schools, seeing as she went to one. And she
doesn't even use her education.
Peter's family is rich. Not just rich, but rich enough
to hire Peter his own chauffeur, give Peter any car he
wants for the chauffeur to drive him around in, a
helicopter, and let him roam in and out of the country
as he pleases. His father is a business mogul, while
his mother is a socialite. He never felt like he
belonged anywhere, not even his last private school
near the Wentz estate in the suburbs of Chicago. He
was even richer then all of those brats.
He was always depressed, so his mother assumed it was
his schooling. So, she made a few phone calls, and is
sending him to the London Estates School for Boys.
He didn't want to be here, to put it lightly.
Peter looks up from his thinking to see that his
driver is taking him down a cobblestone driveway lined
with trees and flowers. There are many buildings,
built with rusted bricks and creeping ivy vines.
Everything about it is picture perfect, as the
students returning from summer hug and share stories,
dragging their bags up stone steps.
"Welcome home, Sir Wentz."
Peter looks up to see his driver holding the door open
for him. He gets out as a woman greets him.
"Mr. Wentz, you will be residing in the Liverpool
House. I will have your driver bring your things to
your room. I will give you a tour now..."
---
No wonder Pete's mother picked this school for him.
It has rolling hills of green grass that look almost
fake. The food is prepared by some of the world's top
chefs. They have horseback riding, pools, tennis
courts, professors teaching classes, and uniforms. His
mother has a thing for uniforms.
And now Pete is being led to his room in his dorm
building. The halls are made of mahogany (He can tell
it's mahogany; his father's lounge was all mahogany.
He always said it was a 'manly wood') and crowded with
new arrivals bringing their own things into their
dorms.
"This is your room, Mr. Wentz,” the woman says with a
thick English accent as she leads him in front of a
door. Mahogany, of course. "Room 2C. Your roommate
will be a Mr. Patrick Stump, in your year, also from
America."
She smiles as she hands Pete a pair of keys for the
room. "Your schedule and uniform are inside. Dinner
will be at 6:00 PM, and you must wear your uniforms
seeing as tonight is an opening ceremony. Please get
settled in, and welcome to London Estates."
Peter enters the room and admires the beauty. It's a
gentle blue, with mahogany panelling halfway up the
walls. The hardwood flooring is also mahogany. The
window offers a view of more green meadows, with the
silhouette of the London skyline in the distance. The
room is magnificent; nothing short of what his mother
expected. Though it seems that his roommate hasn't
arrived. Peter decides to take the bed by the window
and starts unpacking his belongings and putting them
away in the proper places.
---------
Peter feels alone.
All these kids seem to know each other already, which
makes dinner seem less enjoyable. The opening speeches
seem to drone on forever, the words echoing off the
walls and the tall ceilings and dying as they come
back down to reach Pete's ears. He seems to not be the
only one in a bored sort-of trance; the rest of the
students are anxious to go and eat. From what Pete has
been hearing from the other kids, a lot of them are
indeed from different parts of England. There are a
few from the States, a lot from Scotland and Wales, a
good population of students from New Zealand and
Australia - even a massive group of students from
South Africa. Pete has never been in a school with
such diversity before, and it's kind of refreshing.
But, even those kids have people to relate to. Pete
feels scared. Despite coming off as a cocky rich kid,
the core of him is a shy, anxious and nervous boy. He
was diagnosed with depression by every therapist his
mother has ever sent him to, and that was a lot of
therapists. Most of his friends were friends of his
parents, and he never actually made friends at any of
the schools he went to. They always got the wrong
impressions of him, coming to a quick conclusion that
Peter Wentz was just an asshole.
The feast is amazing; the food reminds Pete of what he
ate at home. His family's chef was one of the best in
the world, hailing from Milan, Italy. They had
Pepper-crusted Lamb Loin, Mashed Potatoes with red
skins, Butter-Poached Lobster Ravioli, Greek Orzo and
Grilled Shrimp Salad...The list went on and on. He
just wishes he had good friends to share this
marvelous feast with.
His eyes wander the large hall, but suddenly stop when
he thinks he must have just lain eyes on an angel.
This boy stands out from all the other boys in the
hall; his hair is a golden blonde and long in the
back. His eyes shine green like emeralds glittering in
the window of the jewelry store, waiting to be
purchased. A thick pair of black glasses.
Pete watches him socialize from across the room. This
boy makes him feel like a cage of butterflies has been
released deep within his stomach. It's sort of like
the feeling he got when he saw a really pretty girl,
only with...a boy?
----------
After the feast, Pete decides to skip meeting people
in the lounge and head back to his room. See, Peter
never really learned how to properly 'make friends',
which didn't work in his favor.
It does seem like this mysterious Patrick Stump has
arrived; he has pictures and books placed at his
bedside, his comforter is laid out already. He pretty
much made himself at home while Pete was at the feast.
Pete sighs as he flops down on the bed loudly. He
already misses home. He misses his mother and father.
He misses his space-age foam mattress that shaped to
hug his every curve. He even misses Chicago, that
dirty city billowing with thick smog even in the early
morning. He misses--
"Are you Peter?"
Pete looks up at the person who just entered.
It's the boy from the hall.
How is it so far?