Peterick High School AU


2. Trade Baby-Blues For Wide-Eyed Browns

(A/N: I'm changing a few things because I don't like the way I made them talk because I'm so used to using full words even when texting [unless it's lol or haha or something like that, but no I don't use idk it's weird] so I'm changing it to where it's full words sorry.)

"PATRICK!" My mom shouted in shock. She ran over to me from the other side of the kitchen and cupped my face in her hands. "Oh my poor baby! What happened?"

"I fell." I lied and almost laughed when I realized that was one of the most stupid lies I could ever say. She gave me a look that said 'tell me now' but I just shrugged. "It's nothing mom."

"Patrick. If there is something going on at school you would tell me, right?" She asked, with sad eyes. I hate that everyone is looking at me like that. I don't need their sympathy, I'm fine.

I wasn't gonna lie to her. "No." I left the room before she could question me more and got on my favorite website. It's the only place I can talk to people without being bullied and it's simply because no one knows who I am. I keep my identity secret, it's like my escape from reality for a little bit. It's mostly for suicidal and depressed teens who need someone to talk to, but I'm not suicidal. Or maybe I am. I don't know. Maybe I just like the thought of being liked and trusted as a stranger, rather than being hated and pushed around as Patrick.

I opened up my inbox to see I had a message from someone new.

Hallelujah87: Hi

PunkSoul84: Hey

Hallelujah87: What's your name?

PunkSoul84: Patrick

Hallelujah87: Cool I know a kid named Patrick, he goes to my school. Total loser.

PunkSoul84: Uh, thanks I guess?

Hallelujah87: I wasn't saying you were lol

Hallelujah87: Unless you want me to call you a loser

PunkSoul84: Nah I'm good. So where do you live?

Hallelujah87: Illinois, you?

PunkSoul84: No way! Me too!

Hallelujah87: Cool

PunkSoul84: So why are you on here?

Hallelujah87: Like everyone else I guess I'm going through a rough time I just want someone to talk to

PunkSoul84: Well I'm here to listen if you'd like. So tell me everything.

Hallelujah87: I don't know where to begin, I'm gay and my father beats me for it. He thinks it's wrong. So when I go to school, the kid I said was a loser, Patrick, I beat him up and call him the names my father calls me because he's bi so I guess it makes me feel better, I don't know, but I feel bad but I don't know what to do

PunkSoul84: Have you tried talking to Patrick or telling someone your dad is beating you?

Hallelujah87: NO! If anyone found out I was gay I'd kill myself

PunkSoul84: Don't say that!

Hallelujah87: Why? It's true... anyway I gotta go my dad is calling me I'll try talking to Patrick tomorrow or the day after

PunkSoul84: Okay stay safe!

I closed the tab and opened my music. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. After about 2 hours I sat up and closed my laptop. I grabbed my cracked phone and checked the time, 6:00 P.M. I quickly ate dinner, took a shower, and went to bed.


I slammed my hand down on the loud alarm clock, knocking it to the floor. Thank god it's off. I slowly climbed out of bed and got ready for school. I quickly finished breakfast and made it to school on time to meet the twins. "Patrick, you're face looks worse than it did yesterday." Karolin commented.

"Thanks, Kare, you always know what to say." I say sarcastically.

"Always so sassy though." She laughed while Katherine just stayed quiet looking at the floor.

"Kat? You okay?" I asked. Suddenly she dropped her books onto the floor, throwing her arms around me, and began to cry into my chest. I glanced at Karolin with wide eyes and she looked just as confused. Slowly I wrapped my arms gently around her shaking frame, afraid I would break her if I did it too quickly.

After a while she stopped crying and finally began to talk, but she made Karolin leave. She refused to talk with her there. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"Why? Kat are you okay?" I asked quickly. She pulled away from the hug wiping away her tears.

"I just wanted to do that one last time." She said sniffling.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to get hurt, Patrick. I don't want anyone to get hurt. If you ever find out what happened you won't want to be my friend anymore and I know that'll hurt us both in the end so I would rather do it now while you don't know. I'm sorry Patrick." She said and walked away toward the office.

I walked the other way, skipping my class and going straight to Karolin's. I knocked on the door and after a second the teacher opened it. I rushed in grabbing Karolin by the arm and pulling her out of the room slamming the door behind us. "What happened to Kat yesterday?"

"I don't know. I've been trying to figure it out. Yesterday she went out and when she came back she went to her room and locked the door. She didn't come out to eat and she didn't let anyone in, I'm surprised she come to school." She said, worry etched across her pale face. "Patrick do you think something is wrong?"

"Isn't that obvious, Kare?" I asked rhetorically.

"Patrick this is not the time to get all sassy." She snapped.

"Yeah, well I think Kat went home." I sighed.

"Look I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm talking to her when school is over." She said and went back into class.

I sighed again and made my way down the now empty hallway. I went to my safe place, the bathroom. I just sat in there until class was over doing nothing. Only one person came in, but I was sitting in the stall with my feet up so they wouldn't see me. I couldn't see who it was but they were talking to themself into the mirror, so I left them be. I could barely hear what he was saying though, but he sounded a mix between angry and sad. I only understood one part of what he said and it was "He left a bruise." After that he stormed out of the bathroom.

I look around the cafeteria as Karolin just stared at her hands that were flat against the table. "You okay?"

"No." She said with a blank expression. "I'm worried about Kat. She wouldn't do this unless there was a reason. She loves you, Patrick. There has to be a reason."

"I know, but I'm gonna go outside." I said and quickly got up. I left before she could say anything else.

I pushed the door open and look around for an empty table. There weren't any except for one and one person was sitting at it. I walked over to the table and the boy looked up. It was Brendon. He had a black eye. I wonder who finally gave him a taste of his own medicine. "Hey." He mumbled lifting his hands from his lap and placing them palm down against the table.

I looked around for a moment and he let out a quiet chuckle. "Me?"

"Yeah, hey." He smiled at me slightly.

"Hi." I sat down across from him.

"Um, so how are you?" He asked quietly.

"I've been better." I sighed pointing to the bruise around my left eye.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." He said sliding over to sit next to me. "How many do you have?" I thought about showing him the rest of them for a moment, but he will probably make fun of me. He already makes fun of me for being bi, I don't want him to make fun of me for being fat. "C'mon Patrick, just show me. I won't make fun of you." He pleaded and I pulled my shirt up slightly. He gasped and reached out, touching one. I hissed and he jerked his hand back. "Sorry."

"It's alright, but what happened to you?" I asked pointing at his eye.

"Oh I, uh, fell." It was an obvious lie. Suddenly I burst out laughing and he gave me a weird look.

"I'm sorry for laughing but that's the same thing I told my mom when she asked what happened to me. She didn't believe me and I obviously don't believe you, but if you don't want to tell me I won't push you to." I laughed.

"Thanks." He said and I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He looked sad and genuinely sorry.

"You know, I've always wanted brown eyes. Just to see what I would look like."

"You would see the same, just your eyes are a different color."

"Yeah, but I just want to know what I'd look like." I laughed.

"Well, I've always wondered what I'd look like with blue eyes." He smiled at me. I stared at him for a moment.

"Yeah I wonder what you'd look like too."

"Well let's trade, baby blues for wide-eyed browns."

"Or you could come to my house after school and we could get contacts instead." I laughed and he nodded.

"Yeah okay, I'd like that. Plus it sounds less painful than taking out my eyes and giving them to you." He smiled at me. Then the bell rang and we went our separate ways.


"Wait," Karolin stared at me in disbelief, "Brendon?"

"Yeah." I said for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Patrick!" She screeched. "Are you stupid?"


"Then why the hell did you invite Brendon to your house?" She said pushing me back a bit. "He beat you up! What are you doing?"

"He was being nice and he seemed genuinely sorry." I said in Brendon's defense.

"Whatever, when he hurts you don't say I didn't warn you." Karolin said and stormed off. What is wrong with everyone? First Katherine now Karolin.

I sighed and quickly made my way to my car. As I opened the door Brendon can running over. "Hey, Pat!" He shouted.

"Yeah?" I asked, staring at him in confusion.

"Can I have a ride?"

"Yeah sure, just put your stuff in the back and we can just head to the store or whatever to see if they have any contacts." I said, sliding my black, thick rimmed, glasses back up my nose.

After driving for what seemed like hours, which it was by the way, we finally found some blue contacts and some brown ones. We pulled into the driveway of my house and I quickly ushered him up the stairs before my mom could talk to him.

"So..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. I was looking at him through the mirror and you could see he was excited.

"So... What?" He laughed.

"Do you know how to do this?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"Uh, yeah totally." He said scratching the back of his neck. "But you go first." He blushed.

"Okay." I laughed and did it slowly so he could see how to do it. I mean it was an obvious lie, of course he didn't.

He copied me and then we looked at ourselves in the mirror. "Whoa. I look weird." He laughed.

"Same." I agreed. I looked at him and he stared back at me.

"You don't look that bad." He smiled.

"Thanks." I said and felt my cheeks burning.

"Aww is the Patrick Stump blushing because of me, Brendon Urie?" He teased poking my cheek.

"No." I laughed, lightly punching his shoulder.

Once we took the contacts out, we went to my room and Brendon sat down at my desk in my roller chair. I sat on the end of my bed and Brendon began spinning in the chair. "Wee!" He shouted, laughing childishly.

"Wow." I laughed and he stopped, opening my laptop. "What're you doing?"

"Oh! You use this website too!" He shouted and I ran over slamming my laptop closed, mentally cursing myself for not locking my laptop before I left this morning.

"Um." I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Sorry."

"No it's fine. I probably shouldn't have messed with your stuff." He said and I just nodded.

"Anyway..." I started. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." He laughed. "Always am."

"Good because my mom loves making food." I laughed and we made our way downstairs.

"Oh! Who's your friend, Patrick?"

"This is Brendon." I said gesturing from Brendon to her.

"What happened to your eye?" My mom asked him worried.

"I fell...?" Brendon said and it sounded like a question.

"You and Patrick need new excuses." She sighed and continued making us food. She suddenly turned around and looked at me and Brendon. "Pizza?"

We both nodded and laughed. I don't know why he bullied me before because we have so much in common.

After Brendon and I finished I drove him home and it was about 7:30 P.M. He seemed worried he wouldn't make it home before 8, because that's his curfew. Which I guess is normal, but he seemed overly worried about it. "Are we there yet?"

"Yes for the thousandth time, you've just been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes asking the same question. You only live like 5 minutes away from my house." I sighed.

"Oh," he paused looking around, "right. Anyway, bye Patrick." He said and pulled me into a tight hug. I was surprised at first but hugged him back nonetheless.

"Bye." I waved as he climbed out of the car. "See you tomorrow." He nodded and smiled, quickly running into his house.

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