Peter Pan Complex [13/21.5]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [13/21.5]
Author:
too_old_to_cry
Rating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: *Crack * *Crack * ~Click~ ~Click ~Click~. I love you P33t [biting_remarks] and I always will. I'm here for you kid :[.
Short Prologue
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
Chapter 13: A new, stronger, bolder, Patrick.
Pete wouldn't talk to me for about a week. He had returned almost completely to normal, except for the fact that he wouldn't say a single word to me. It took me about a week to realize that I hated being ignored.
"Pete." I said, cornering him in his kitchen one morning before anyone was awake. I knew he would be up because I knew Pete didn't sleep, that was one thing Nicole reassured me, was normal for him. "Can we talk?"
He continued making his sandwich and didn't even look over at me.
"Pete, come on, please?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.
Still no response.
"Alright," I said leaning against one of the cupboards. "Then just listen to me."
He turned around and sat on the cupboard he was making his sandwich on.
"I fucked up." I said, using my index finger to push my glasses further up my nose as Pete chewed loudly. "I'm sorry, I really messed things up. I just couldn't take what he was doing to you. He-"
"What was he doing to me?" Pete said, his voice sounding more confused then angry.
"He was… He fucked you up." I said, face heating with frustration. "Everytime things got so close to good with us, there's Matt. And then you were falling apart. I hate having to put you back together again and starting this back up from scratch."
"What is this 'this', you speak of." He smirked at me.
"You and me, Pete." I said. "You bring me here, freak me out to no end, and you tell me you love me and then he breaks you and we start all over again. I actually want us; I like what we've got going, Pete."
He sat there for a moment, shoving the last few bites of his sandwich into his mouth. "I like it too." He said almost absently.
"Then let me in." I said, walking closer to him and placing my palms on his knees. "Let me in. I want this. I'm not gonna let Matt kill you again."
Pete exhaled slowly, before leaning down and pressing his forehead into mine, our noses brushing lightly.
"I…" Pete began; contemplating the words he was about to say. "When did you get so audacious?"
"Pete," I said, laughing. "Do you even know what audacious means?"
"Yes. Jeeze Patrick, give me a little bit of credit." Pete said, smiling widely. "My overconfident, daring, risky, friend. I am a smart guy. When did you get so bold?"
"It's this new thing I'm trying out," I said, rubbing my nose against his. "A new, stronger, bolder Patrick. I'm going for the whole valiant, Knight In Shining Armor bit."
"Well that's nice and all." Pete said jumping from the counter and pressing his body into mine. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather be your Knight In Shining Armor."
All I could do was smile and press my lips into his. What in God's name was I getting myself into?
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PS. If anybody has any good ideas on what shirt I should wear on halloween they should tell me because I'm being Patrick and I have no clue thanks!
Author:
too_old_to_cryRating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: *Crack * *Crack * ~Click~ ~Click ~Click~. I love you P33t [
biting_remarks] and I always will. I'm here for you kid :[.Short Prologue
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
Pete wouldn't talk to me for about a week. He had returned almost completely to normal, except for the fact that he wouldn't say a single word to me. It took me about a week to realize that I hated being ignored.
"Pete." I said, cornering him in his kitchen one morning before anyone was awake. I knew he would be up because I knew Pete didn't sleep, that was one thing Nicole reassured me, was normal for him. "Can we talk?"
He continued making his sandwich and didn't even look over at me.
"Pete, come on, please?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.
Still no response.
"Alright," I said leaning against one of the cupboards. "Then just listen to me."
He turned around and sat on the cupboard he was making his sandwich on.
"I fucked up." I said, using my index finger to push my glasses further up my nose as Pete chewed loudly. "I'm sorry, I really messed things up. I just couldn't take what he was doing to you. He-"
"What was he doing to me?" Pete said, his voice sounding more confused then angry.
"He was… He fucked you up." I said, face heating with frustration. "Everytime things got so close to good with us, there's Matt. And then you were falling apart. I hate having to put you back together again and starting this back up from scratch."
"What is this 'this', you speak of." He smirked at me.
"You and me, Pete." I said. "You bring me here, freak me out to no end, and you tell me you love me and then he breaks you and we start all over again. I actually want us; I like what we've got going, Pete."
He sat there for a moment, shoving the last few bites of his sandwich into his mouth. "I like it too." He said almost absently.
"Then let me in." I said, walking closer to him and placing my palms on his knees. "Let me in. I want this. I'm not gonna let Matt kill you again."
Pete exhaled slowly, before leaning down and pressing his forehead into mine, our noses brushing lightly.
"I…" Pete began; contemplating the words he was about to say. "When did you get so audacious?"
"Pete," I said, laughing. "Do you even know what audacious means?"
"Yes. Jeeze Patrick, give me a little bit of credit." Pete said, smiling widely. "My overconfident, daring, risky, friend. I am a smart guy. When did you get so bold?"
"It's this new thing I'm trying out," I said, rubbing my nose against his. "A new, stronger, bolder Patrick. I'm going for the whole valiant, Knight In Shining Armor bit."
"Well that's nice and all." Pete said jumping from the counter and pressing his body into mine. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather be your Knight In Shining Armor."
All I could do was smile and press my lips into his. What in God's name was I getting myself into?
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PS. If anybody has any good ideas on what shirt I should wear on halloween they should tell me because I'm being Patrick and I have no clue thanks!