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Patrick Stumph never expected to be dating a hot boy by lunchtime when he woke up that Tuesday morning. First off, he never expected to be dating anyone hot, and don’t even get him started on dating a boy. He liked boys, but he just couldn’t see himself with one. He had always been too focused on school, grades, friends, music, etc., to focus on if anyone had a crush on him. He was really oblivious to that kind of thing. Yeah, he had dated a girl in middle school, but she broke up with Patrick after a week because he didn’t like anime or some stupid shit.
The last thing he expected was for Pete Wentz to come and sit across from him in study hall. Hot, angst ridden, hoodie and skin tight jean wearing, senior Pete Wentz that all of the girls (and Patrick) daydreamed about during class (and for Patrick, after school, but no one else needed to know that).
“Er..hi,” Patrick stammered. What did Pete want with him?
Pete said nothing, just passed him a note.
I like you. Do you like me?
Patrick was stunned.
“I..um. I don’t..I don’t know you.”
Pete took the note back and scribbled down more words.
We had science class together last year. I remember your pet turtle bit you and then died, so I brought you my Bowie record to cheer you up. I always thought you were really cute.
“Oh yeah,” Patrick realized. Why didn’t he remember that? Well, he did block out most of high school to avoid embarrassing flashbacks in the future.
So is that a yes?
“I don’t know.” Patrick couldn’t believe what was happening; Pete Wentz was asking him, dorky junior Patrick Stumph, if he wanted to be his boyfriend or date or something. Patrick was also trying to get over the initial shock that Pete was gay. He always heard stories from the other girls about getting their hopes up and hearts broken by Pete at parties or under the bleachers.
“We can go see a movie Friday night. That new Scream movie just came out,” Pete croaked desperately. His voice sounded tired and unused, and he covered his mouth with his hand.
“O-okay.”
Call me or text me. I’ll pick you up at six thirty.
With that note, Pete left his number. He gathered his books and strode out of the library to his next class as the bell rang.
Patrick shook his head in disbelief. He, too, gathered his books and exited. Instead of going to lunch like he was supposed to, Patrick went to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection, wondering what Pete saw in him. Maybe it was just a pity date, or maybe Pete was just blind…
As he stood in front of the mirror, he heard the door open and swore he heard breathing behind him, but there was not a reflection of someone in the mirror.
Patrick whipped around and the door slammed shut. He threw it open and peered out just in time to see Pete turning the corner, walking fast.
More than a little freaked out, Patrick resigned to walking to lunch. Friday night would be…interesting.