Going English [2/?]
Title : Going English [2/?]
Summary: Patrick and Pete are roommates in an English
Boarding school.
Author: Trisha.
AN : Thanks to my beta,
lesinnocents. I just realized I screwed up the coding a bit, but it is fixed now I believe.
Chapter 1
At night, Peter lies still in his bed. He feels too
anxious to sleep with the boy a mere few feet away.
The boy, Patrick Stump, brings up the same feelings
that a beautiful girl does for Peter; that nervous
feeling you get on a first date - the one where you
can feel fluttering in your gut, like butterflies or
birds are flying around inside. The boy doesn’t say
much or ask too many questions. He just inquires about
the basics: "Where are you from?" "What are your
hobbies?" "Do you want me to turn down the AC?" and
"Can I borrow some soap?"
Yes, it’s not much, but Peter remembers it clearly in
his head.
These feelings confuse Peter as he lies on his back
and stares at the off-white ceiling. He's not gay;
he's never been gay. Maybe he just has gas or
something, right? After all, Peter has never thought
of liking boys or men - he thought he was strictly a
tits-and-ass man.
Damn his hormone-riddled body.
----------------------
"Wake up Peter! Wake up!"
Peter's eyes flutter open to see a remarkably
energized early-morning Patrick Stump looking down at
him. He doesn't remember falling asleep last night.
"We have a school meeting in the chapel at 8 AM,"
Patrick continues as he starts grabbing the individual
pieces of his uniform and heads towards the bathroom
to change. Peter glances at the clock, eyes widening
in panic. 7:40?!?! He doesn't even know where
the chapel is!
"It is unusual to have a school meeting the morning of
the first day of classes. Something must have happened
last night," Patrick says, his voice muffled from
behind the closed door of the bathroom. Peter can't
help but stare at the door, hoping to see right
through it. "Or maybe something new is being added, I
don't know. We had a school meeting the morning the
indoor heated pools were opened. Nice addition, if I
do say so myself."
Peter stares at the door and wonders how their room
arrangement could possibly work out well when he
himself is a cocky, arrogant, and admittedly, at
times, quite a large asshole, and Patrick is an
adorable, angelic creature whose saintliness could
pose a definite problem should Peter jump his bones.
------------------
Finding the chapel is easy, seeing as all the boys are
making their way there as Peter approaches. It also
helps that the building has a bell, a cross over the
entrance, and an easy-to-find sign that reads "London
Estates Chapel.”
Peter picks a seat in the back behind some large Rugby
players to remain suitably hidden. He doesn’t want to
annoy someone with his presence - yet.
"Good morning boys!" A voice comes booming over the
speaker system, making the woman speaking seem like
she’s sitting right next to Peter and shouting in his
ear. Just great.
"I would like to make an announcement before we begin
a new year here at London Estates School for Boys.
This is concerning the...situation that occurred last
year on our grounds. I must enforce the rule that
there will be no sexual activity between two males,
under any circumstances. I don't care whether you both
think you want it or not. The school just had
difficulty with a case last year and a just had a
restraining order placed against him. So, any sexual
cavorting is strictly off-limits. I cannot stress this
enough. You get one chance. If caught, offending
students face severe punishment. On the second
occasion, students caught breaking this rule will be
expelled. Now–“
Peter listens to the rude slurs echoed around the
room, wanting to be anywhere but this school now. Why
do they have to make this sort of announcement now, he
mused darkly, not hearing any of the rest of the
woman’s speech, when Patrick Stump gives Peter that
butterflies-all-around feeling? This is definitely bad
timing.
-----------------------
Peter's first class is Psychology, which was chosen
for him by the class assessment test he was required
to take months ago. Apparently, the assessment test
says he’ll enjoy Psychology; hence, here he is.
He enters the classroom a few minutes early. Many of
the students are already sitting down and chatting
about their summers in exotic places, wasting their
money and time. Peter wants to be somewhere quiet, so
he chooses a seat next to a boy with long, ginger hair
in the back. He has small glasses resting on the
bridge of his nose and is reading a comic book. No
one’s sitting near him, but they’re all giving him
unreadable looks and laughing.
Peter clears his throat. "Um, excuse me..."
"Go away! For fuck's sake, can I ever get a moment
where someone is not--"
"Can I sit here?" Peter interrupts the boy's
surprising rant.
The boy eyes him carefully, as if he’s trying to see
if Peter is actually serious about the sitting
proposition. Peter doesn’t know what his problem is,
but the boy finally asks, "Who sent you here?"
Peter is confused. "Uhh...my mother likes British
Boarding Schools?"
The boy giggles softly. "Have a seat, I guess."
------------------------
The boy is Andrew Hurley, but he prefers to be called
Andy. He’s also an American, and was sent here after
his teachers back home thought it would be a nice
challenge for such a bright mind to be shipped off to
a foreign place where they spell everything
differently. Go figure.
"I hate this school now, though." Andy says
thoughtfully as he draws cartoons on his book cover.
The teacher is going through a long list of
expectations for the class. Both boys managed to
somehow ignore the droning speech the teacher is
giving.
"Why do you hate it so much?" Peter questions as he
watches Andy take out markers to add color to the
cartoon outlines.
"Well...it's kind of a long story..."
Andy's face turns bright red as he stops his coloring
suddenly. Oh. It was something big.
Peter does notice most of the other boys in the class
turning around and pointing at Andy, as if they’re
showing their friends a cheap carnival freak-show.
Whatever Andy did must have been bad.
-------------------
After that first meeting in Psychology, Andy agrees to
show Peter where his World History class is located.
They chat as they walk down the hallway about music
and He-man. Andy’s a massive music fan from Milwaukee,
Peter soon discovers. He truly is a bright boy,
speaking of politics and his theory about who
really shot John F. Kennedy. Although many
people are laughing and watching them, Peter’s very
glad that he met Andrew Hurley. He’s a genuinely
kind-hearted boy and the first friend Peter’s ever met
all on his own. And if being his friend means being
laughed at by people who didn't know Peter, then bring
it on.
He also just noticed that talking with Andy took his
mind off of Patrick Stump for the first time in 36
hours.
...And great, here come the butterflies again.
"Pete? Are you alright?"
Peter looks over to see a concerned Andy looking at
him with his gentle gray eyes.
"I'm fine...just thinking."
"Oh, okay. You looked kind of surprised for a moment.
Was it something I said?" Andy looks a tad hurt.
"Oh no, you said nothing wrong. I'm just thinking..."?
"...About someone?" Andy finishes for him, his lips
quirked mischievously.
Peter panics. Can everyone see right through him? Is
that why everyone is staring at them??
"I understand."
Peter turns to look at Andy, who’s suddenly blushing.
"What's her name?" Peter asks gently as Andy's blush
grows to a deep crimson.
"Here we are!" Andy says abruptly, shocking Peter.
"I'm going to be really late for my Anatomy class, so
I'll see you at lunch, I hope?"
Peter waves as Andy scurries down the hall. Although
Andy’s turning out to be a strange kid, he’s still a
good person, Peter concludes. Plus, he has a great
taste in music. But he's holding something in.
As Peter walks into the room, he realizes with a shock
that Patrick Stump is going to be in his class. Sure
enough, the redhead is sitting in a desk towards the
back, talking and laughing with a friend. Peter can’t
help but notice the pale curve of his neck when he
leans his head back to laugh…
…Which releases a frenzy of butterflies in Peter's
stomach. Maybe he should sit near him? Maybe he should
see if he recognizes him? Maybe he should just skip
class and go back to their room? (Peter is very tired
from a combination of jet lag and not sleeping, after
all). Maybe he should sit far away and hide?
Peter then realizes what an idiot he must look like,
standing completely still in the doorway of his
classroom, having a war inside of his mind. He sees
that one of the last available seats is, of course,
near Patrick, so he thinks about maybe taking his
chances.
He finally makes his way into the room, sitting down
in front of Patrick and fumbling with his bag. His
butterflies are going insane, like rabid animals
fighting for food in the wild. Maybe they’re fighting
for something else that Peter doesn’t know about yet.
But Patrick Stump doesn’t recognize him, and Peter was
in the sa--
"Hey Peter!"
Peter turns around and sees that Patrick Stump is
indeed talking to him. His smile is brighter than the
sun, and just a tad crooked for a cute effect.
"Hi Patrick. How was your first day of class so far?"
Peter is shocked at his own ability to sound so calm
and laid back, as inside him the butterflies seem to
be replaced with shooting stars, bouncing off the
walls of his stomach.
"It was pretty great so far. I got that advanced
guitar class I've been wanting for a while. I never
thought I'd actually get it - I didn't think I was
good enough." He blushes softly, leaving Pete
temporarily brain dead from adorable overload.
Everything about this kid drives him absolutely crazy
with schoolgirl-like giddiness.
"You play guitar?"
"Yep. I started when I was young. My dad taught me; he
was a folk singer."
"I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar."
Peter admits quietly.
"How come you didn't?"
"My mom said guitar is for hippies, and us aristocrats
are not suppose to be hippies. Something along those
lines."
Wow, this conversation is going better than Peter
could have ever imagined. They’re speaking like
they’re old friends reunited after ten years apart,
re-learning everything about one another.
Patrick laughs. "That's sort of harsh. Maybe I can--"
Ring ring!!
"Silence!"
Class starts before Patrick could even finish.
That murders the shooting stars.
Summary: Patrick and Pete are roommates in an English
Boarding school.
Author: Trisha.
AN : Thanks to my beta,
lesinnocents. I just realized I screwed up the coding a bit, but it is fixed now I believe. Chapter 1
At night, Peter lies still in his bed. He feels too
anxious to sleep with the boy a mere few feet away.
The boy, Patrick Stump, brings up the same feelings
that a beautiful girl does for Peter; that nervous
feeling you get on a first date - the one where you
can feel fluttering in your gut, like butterflies or
birds are flying around inside. The boy doesn’t say
much or ask too many questions. He just inquires about
the basics: "Where are you from?" "What are your
hobbies?" "Do you want me to turn down the AC?" and
"Can I borrow some soap?"
Yes, it’s not much, but Peter remembers it clearly in
his head.
These feelings confuse Peter as he lies on his back
and stares at the off-white ceiling. He's not gay;
he's never been gay. Maybe he just has gas or
something, right? After all, Peter has never thought
of liking boys or men - he thought he was strictly a
tits-and-ass man.
Damn his hormone-riddled body.
----------------------
"Wake up Peter! Wake up!"
Peter's eyes flutter open to see a remarkably
energized early-morning Patrick Stump looking down at
him. He doesn't remember falling asleep last night.
"We have a school meeting in the chapel at 8 AM,"
Patrick continues as he starts grabbing the individual
pieces of his uniform and heads towards the bathroom
to change. Peter glances at the clock, eyes widening
in panic. 7:40?!?! He doesn't even know where
the chapel is!
"It is unusual to have a school meeting the morning of
the first day of classes. Something must have happened
last night," Patrick says, his voice muffled from
behind the closed door of the bathroom. Peter can't
help but stare at the door, hoping to see right
through it. "Or maybe something new is being added, I
don't know. We had a school meeting the morning the
indoor heated pools were opened. Nice addition, if I
do say so myself."
Peter stares at the door and wonders how their room
arrangement could possibly work out well when he
himself is a cocky, arrogant, and admittedly, at
times, quite a large asshole, and Patrick is an
adorable, angelic creature whose saintliness could
pose a definite problem should Peter jump his bones.
------------------
Finding the chapel is easy, seeing as all the boys are
making their way there as Peter approaches. It also
helps that the building has a bell, a cross over the
entrance, and an easy-to-find sign that reads "London
Estates Chapel.”
Peter picks a seat in the back behind some large Rugby
players to remain suitably hidden. He doesn’t want to
annoy someone with his presence - yet.
"Good morning boys!" A voice comes booming over the
speaker system, making the woman speaking seem like
she’s sitting right next to Peter and shouting in his
ear. Just great.
"I would like to make an announcement before we begin
a new year here at London Estates School for Boys.
This is concerning the...situation that occurred last
year on our grounds. I must enforce the rule that
there will be no sexual activity between two males,
under any circumstances. I don't care whether you both
think you want it or not. The school just had
difficulty with a case last year and a just had a
restraining order placed against him. So, any sexual
cavorting is strictly off-limits. I cannot stress this
enough. You get one chance. If caught, offending
students face severe punishment. On the second
occasion, students caught breaking this rule will be
expelled. Now–“
Peter listens to the rude slurs echoed around the
room, wanting to be anywhere but this school now. Why
do they have to make this sort of announcement now, he
mused darkly, not hearing any of the rest of the
woman’s speech, when Patrick Stump gives Peter that
butterflies-all-around feeling? This is definitely bad
timing.
-----------------------
Peter's first class is Psychology, which was chosen
for him by the class assessment test he was required
to take months ago. Apparently, the assessment test
says he’ll enjoy Psychology; hence, here he is.
He enters the classroom a few minutes early. Many of
the students are already sitting down and chatting
about their summers in exotic places, wasting their
money and time. Peter wants to be somewhere quiet, so
he chooses a seat next to a boy with long, ginger hair
in the back. He has small glasses resting on the
bridge of his nose and is reading a comic book. No
one’s sitting near him, but they’re all giving him
unreadable looks and laughing.
Peter clears his throat. "Um, excuse me..."
"Go away! For fuck's sake, can I ever get a moment
where someone is not--"
"Can I sit here?" Peter interrupts the boy's
surprising rant.
The boy eyes him carefully, as if he’s trying to see
if Peter is actually serious about the sitting
proposition. Peter doesn’t know what his problem is,
but the boy finally asks, "Who sent you here?"
Peter is confused. "Uhh...my mother likes British
Boarding Schools?"
The boy giggles softly. "Have a seat, I guess."
------------------------
The boy is Andrew Hurley, but he prefers to be called
Andy. He’s also an American, and was sent here after
his teachers back home thought it would be a nice
challenge for such a bright mind to be shipped off to
a foreign place where they spell everything
differently. Go figure.
"I hate this school now, though." Andy says
thoughtfully as he draws cartoons on his book cover.
The teacher is going through a long list of
expectations for the class. Both boys managed to
somehow ignore the droning speech the teacher is
giving.
"Why do you hate it so much?" Peter questions as he
watches Andy take out markers to add color to the
cartoon outlines.
"Well...it's kind of a long story..."
Andy's face turns bright red as he stops his coloring
suddenly. Oh. It was something big.
Peter does notice most of the other boys in the class
turning around and pointing at Andy, as if they’re
showing their friends a cheap carnival freak-show.
Whatever Andy did must have been bad.
-------------------
After that first meeting in Psychology, Andy agrees to
show Peter where his World History class is located.
They chat as they walk down the hallway about music
and He-man. Andy’s a massive music fan from Milwaukee,
Peter soon discovers. He truly is a bright boy,
speaking of politics and his theory about who
really shot John F. Kennedy. Although many
people are laughing and watching them, Peter’s very
glad that he met Andrew Hurley. He’s a genuinely
kind-hearted boy and the first friend Peter’s ever met
all on his own. And if being his friend means being
laughed at by people who didn't know Peter, then bring
it on.
He also just noticed that talking with Andy took his
mind off of Patrick Stump for the first time in 36
hours.
...And great, here come the butterflies again.
"Pete? Are you alright?"
Peter looks over to see a concerned Andy looking at
him with his gentle gray eyes.
"I'm fine...just thinking."
"Oh, okay. You looked kind of surprised for a moment.
Was it something I said?" Andy looks a tad hurt.
"Oh no, you said nothing wrong. I'm just thinking..."?
"...About someone?" Andy finishes for him, his lips
quirked mischievously.
Peter panics. Can everyone see right through him? Is
that why everyone is staring at them??
"I understand."
Peter turns to look at Andy, who’s suddenly blushing.
"What's her name?" Peter asks gently as Andy's blush
grows to a deep crimson.
"Here we are!" Andy says abruptly, shocking Peter.
"I'm going to be really late for my Anatomy class, so
I'll see you at lunch, I hope?"
Peter waves as Andy scurries down the hall. Although
Andy’s turning out to be a strange kid, he’s still a
good person, Peter concludes. Plus, he has a great
taste in music. But he's holding something in.
As Peter walks into the room, he realizes with a shock
that Patrick Stump is going to be in his class. Sure
enough, the redhead is sitting in a desk towards the
back, talking and laughing with a friend. Peter can’t
help but notice the pale curve of his neck when he
leans his head back to laugh…
…Which releases a frenzy of butterflies in Peter's
stomach. Maybe he should sit near him? Maybe he should
see if he recognizes him? Maybe he should just skip
class and go back to their room? (Peter is very tired
from a combination of jet lag and not sleeping, after
all). Maybe he should sit far away and hide?
Peter then realizes what an idiot he must look like,
standing completely still in the doorway of his
classroom, having a war inside of his mind. He sees
that one of the last available seats is, of course,
near Patrick, so he thinks about maybe taking his
chances.
He finally makes his way into the room, sitting down
in front of Patrick and fumbling with his bag. His
butterflies are going insane, like rabid animals
fighting for food in the wild. Maybe they’re fighting
for something else that Peter doesn’t know about yet.
But Patrick Stump doesn’t recognize him, and Peter was
in the sa--
"Hey Peter!"
Peter turns around and sees that Patrick Stump is
indeed talking to him. His smile is brighter than the
sun, and just a tad crooked for a cute effect.
"Hi Patrick. How was your first day of class so far?"
Peter is shocked at his own ability to sound so calm
and laid back, as inside him the butterflies seem to
be replaced with shooting stars, bouncing off the
walls of his stomach.
"It was pretty great so far. I got that advanced
guitar class I've been wanting for a while. I never
thought I'd actually get it - I didn't think I was
good enough." He blushes softly, leaving Pete
temporarily brain dead from adorable overload.
Everything about this kid drives him absolutely crazy
with schoolgirl-like giddiness.
"You play guitar?"
"Yep. I started when I was young. My dad taught me; he
was a folk singer."
"I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar."
Peter admits quietly.
"How come you didn't?"
"My mom said guitar is for hippies, and us aristocrats
are not suppose to be hippies. Something along those
lines."
Wow, this conversation is going better than Peter
could have ever imagined. They’re speaking like
they’re old friends reunited after ten years apart,
re-learning everything about one another.
Patrick laughs. "That's sort of harsh. Maybe I can--"
Ring ring!!
"Silence!"
Class starts before Patrick could even finish.
That murders the shooting stars.