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Are you gonna be my boy?
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Chapter 8- Are you gonna be my boy?
~Pete~
I really wish there was something I could do to help Patrick, but there isn't. I've tried everything and nothing has worked. So I guess the best I can do is be a good friend.
There's that F word again. Friend. What I'm trying to figure out is if we are really friends or are we more than that?
I don't know. I know I love him, but I just wonder if he's really ready to actually commit to me in a relationship. I guess it's the whole gay thing. I wonder if I'm gay myself. No, I'm not. I know I like girls, and I really don't like guys.
Except for Patrick. There's something about him that I just can't resist. He's so shy and yet he is the lead singer of our band. And he's just so damn cute, and he doesn't even know it.
I sat down next to Patrick on our way home and I offered him a sip of my lemonade.
“No, thanks. I'm not really in the mood for that right now.”
I took his hand. “Patrick, we need to talk about something.”
He looked at me looking slightly worried. “What, did something happen?”
“Well, kinda, but I wanted to talk about us.... you know.... together.”
Patrick tugged on his hat which indicated that he was nervous. “What do you mean by 'together'?”
“I mean like, well, do you love me?”
“Yeah, of course I do, you're my best friend.”
I looked him square in the eyes. “No, I mean, do you love me as.....well, more than that?”
“Oh.” Patrick tugged on his hat again. “Can we talk about this somewhere a little more private, like when we get home?”
“But that's two hours away.”
“Look, it will give me some time to think about it and it gives us more privacy.”
“Good point.”
I waited anxiously for the two hours to pass, checking my watch several times a minute. I couldn't think about anything else and I was so nervous, I was shaking. Finally, after what seems like two days, we arrived at the front of our house.
I quickly opened the door and got inside. Patrick trailed behind me and he shut the door after he got in.
“So, what do you have to say?”
Patrick sighed. “Can I at least go to the bathroom and get comfortable?”
“Sure, how about we get ready for bed and we get into yours and we can talk about it?”
Patrick shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, that's fine with me.”
I ran upstairs before Patrick and got into the shower. I let the warm water hit my body as I soaped myself.
I rinsed off quickly and changed into a pair of boxers. I hopped into Patrick's bed and waited for him.
Five minutes later he showed up and crawled into bed. He layed on his back and put his hands under his head.
I decided to talk first. “So, what are you thinking about?”
“I'm thinking about what I'm gonna say.”
“Well, could you say it to me now?”
Patrick took a deep breath. “Okay, so you've been my best friend for a long time. Right?”
I nodded. “And even though we are two completely different people, I think our personalities mesh well together. Do you agree?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I was thinking, maybe, we could kind of ..... ugh, it's hard to explain.”
“Try the best you can,” I said eagerly.
“Okay, so what I'm saying is, that all of our closest friends can know that we are in love, but I just don't want the public to ever find out.”
I said what I was hoping he was saying. “So, you're saying you want me to be you're boyfriend in private, but friends in public?”
“Yeah, that's exactly it.”
I was so over come with joy, that I leaped on him and gave him a big hug.
Patrick laughed and hugged me back.
I got off of him and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you.”
Patrick smiled sheepishly. “I love you too, Pete”
I layed in Patrick's arms, thinking about the last time we layed like this together, and fell asleep.
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AWWWW!!!! I love Peterick! I have some HUGE stuff for the story, like so huge that it's hard not to tell you guys now!
~Pete~
I really wish there was something I could do to help Patrick, but there isn't. I've tried everything and nothing has worked. So I guess the best I can do is be a good friend.
There's that F word again. Friend. What I'm trying to figure out is if we are really friends or are we more than that?
I don't know. I know I love him, but I just wonder if he's really ready to actually commit to me in a relationship. I guess it's the whole gay thing. I wonder if I'm gay myself. No, I'm not. I know I like girls, and I really don't like guys.
Except for Patrick. There's something about him that I just can't resist. He's so shy and yet he is the lead singer of our band. And he's just so damn cute, and he doesn't even know it.
I sat down next to Patrick on our way home and I offered him a sip of my lemonade.
“No, thanks. I'm not really in the mood for that right now.”
I took his hand. “Patrick, we need to talk about something.”
He looked at me looking slightly worried. “What, did something happen?”
“Well, kinda, but I wanted to talk about us.... you know.... together.”
Patrick tugged on his hat which indicated that he was nervous. “What do you mean by 'together'?”
“I mean like, well, do you love me?”
“Yeah, of course I do, you're my best friend.”
I looked him square in the eyes. “No, I mean, do you love me as.....well, more than that?”
“Oh.” Patrick tugged on his hat again. “Can we talk about this somewhere a little more private, like when we get home?”
“But that's two hours away.”
“Look, it will give me some time to think about it and it gives us more privacy.”
“Good point.”
I waited anxiously for the two hours to pass, checking my watch several times a minute. I couldn't think about anything else and I was so nervous, I was shaking. Finally, after what seems like two days, we arrived at the front of our house.
I quickly opened the door and got inside. Patrick trailed behind me and he shut the door after he got in.
“So, what do you have to say?”
Patrick sighed. “Can I at least go to the bathroom and get comfortable?”
“Sure, how about we get ready for bed and we get into yours and we can talk about it?”
Patrick shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, that's fine with me.”
I ran upstairs before Patrick and got into the shower. I let the warm water hit my body as I soaped myself.
I rinsed off quickly and changed into a pair of boxers. I hopped into Patrick's bed and waited for him.
Five minutes later he showed up and crawled into bed. He layed on his back and put his hands under his head.
I decided to talk first. “So, what are you thinking about?”
“I'm thinking about what I'm gonna say.”
“Well, could you say it to me now?”
Patrick took a deep breath. “Okay, so you've been my best friend for a long time. Right?”
I nodded. “And even though we are two completely different people, I think our personalities mesh well together. Do you agree?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I was thinking, maybe, we could kind of ..... ugh, it's hard to explain.”
“Try the best you can,” I said eagerly.
“Okay, so what I'm saying is, that all of our closest friends can know that we are in love, but I just don't want the public to ever find out.”
I said what I was hoping he was saying. “So, you're saying you want me to be you're boyfriend in private, but friends in public?”
“Yeah, that's exactly it.”
I was so over come with joy, that I leaped on him and gave him a big hug.
Patrick laughed and hugged me back.
I got off of him and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you.”
Patrick smiled sheepishly. “I love you too, Pete”
I layed in Patrick's arms, thinking about the last time we layed like this together, and fell asleep.
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AWWWW!!!! I love Peterick! I have some HUGE stuff for the story, like so huge that it's hard not to tell you guys now!
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