❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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CHANGES

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to say patrick was worried would be an understatement.

this boy was over the moon terrified.

today would be the day he officially introduces y/n to his family, and announces her as his girlfriend.

he didn't know what to expect or how his parents would respond.

they'd always been disappointed in him for his sinister ways so he hoped that once they saw he was changing they'd be proud of him.

maybe they'd even love him.

with his eyes half open, the messy haired boy rolls out of bed and grabs his things for a shower.

he washes his hair and brushes his teeth, making faces at himself in the mirror every now and then.

when he's finished, he slips on his nicest pair of boots before trotting downstairs for breakfast.

“good morning.” patrick hums, pecking his mother's cheek. she gasps, staring at him in shock and confusion.

she stops dicing up carrots and grabs the boy's face, her tired, mature eyes never leaving his similar ones.

“you’re growing up so fast.” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. he nods, not knowing what to do in this type of situation.

this was first time in years he's ever even been in her presence for longer than ten minutes.

the tall young man suddenly feels disgusted.

he was changing; becoming what he swore he never would.

at this point, the hockstetter boy couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

very abruptly, he pulls away from the elder hockstetter and rushes out of the house, shoulder bumping into his father's—who had just arrived from work.

“hey, you going to get your girl?” his father grins, though the emotion behind it wasn't at all happiness.

“fuck off!” patrick stops in his tracks and turns to shout at the man. he doesn't waste any more time as he stalks off and into the woods.

his father just watched his son in shock, wondering what the hell he did wrong when raising him.

when the lanky boy finally reaches his spot he lets out a sigh of relief.

nothing changed.

he steps hesitantly closer to the old fridge, huge, pale hand reaching for the handle.

he's had this fridge since he was twelve.

when he opens it, he suppresses a gag, eyes wide and heart hammering in his chest.

he slams the door shut, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring at the ground.

he hated whatever this was that he was feeling. he hated the person y/n was making him become.

but did he really? there was that one voice in the back of his head telling him he loved this. he loved her.

patrick bends down and digs into the shallow pile of leaves, a grin falling on his face as he grips the metal can he'd buried there months ago.

his shaky hands hold the hairspray can in one and his favorite zippo in the other, crossing over one another as he presses them on, a giggle falling past his pink lips as a large flame erupts.

the dark haired boy steps forward until he's hovering the fridge and the flame hits it.

once the flames stick, he backs up, throwing the can further into the woods and sticking his zippo into his pocket.

he stands with his hands tucked deep in his pockets, eyes holding such intensity as he watches the fire grow and the fridge shrink.

“patrick?” his lover's voice causes him to jump, immediately swiveling around until his eyes lock with hers.

“what are you—what’s that?” y/n takes a few steps back, a hint of fear on her face as she notices the look in his eyes.

the tall young man shrugs, hands cautiously reaching out in front of him as he walks towards her.

she was scared, and that caused his heart to sink.

“i'm not gonna hurt you, you know that right?” he mumbles as he stands hovering above her. her breath falters in her throat, but she nods nonetheless.

“can we go?” y/n pouts, finally gaining the courage to look him in his face. the harsh glare in his eyes is gone, causing her to relax.

she grabs his hand and tugs on it, raising an eyebrow.

patrick nods, letting her pull him out of the woods and back to his house. when he knows for sure he's not looking, he glances back at the now half melted fridge and grins, the fire is beginning to die down.

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“so, y/n/n—”

“it’s y/n. only i can call her y/n/n.” patrick cuts his father off, frowning at the food in front of him.

the shorter female chuckles, hands fumbling under the table to find his own. she eventually does, and intertwines her smaller fingers with his much larger ones.

“right. uh, y/n. you live with butch and his boy, yeah? how're you likin’ that?”

“oh! it's been... it's been exciting.” the y/h/c haired girl giggles, “my parents were always out and about so i practically lived with henry already. just recently, though, we made it official.”

“that's amazing, sweetie.” mrs.hockstetter smiles, “so, how long have you and my boy been together? do you plan on living together anytime soon? getting married? starting a fa—”

“ma!” patrick slams his hand on the table, making everyone jump. he feels y/n tug her hand away from his, and he sighs, “i think that's enough for tonight. see you tomorrow.”

he doesn't wait for anyone to respond as he stands up out of his chair and grabs the shorter girl by her elbow, ignoring her protests to stop.

once they get to his room, he closes and locks the door, finally removing his grip on her. she glares at him, plopping onto his bed with her arms crossed over her chest.

“what the hell was that for?”

he shakes his head, taking off his shirt and changing into some flannel pyjama pants.

he throws her one of his clean t-shirts, waiting for her to change before lifting her up and pulling her to lay on top of him.

his long fingers tangle into her hair, brushing stray strands away from her face.

“i love you.” he mutters, causing her to lift her head and stare at him.

“what's the matter with you today? are you feeling alright?”

patrick nods, puckering his lips as if to ask for a kiss. she smiles and shakes her head, sitting up so that she's straddling him.

“come on, lil’ bit. gimme a kiss.” he faux whines, resting his hands on her waist.

“no, not until you tell me what's up.”

“nothing. it's just—i don't know,” he huffs, “i've just been feeling different. you're changing me. m'just tryna accept that i won't be the same person i was before.”

“sorry.” y/n whispers. he chuckles, pinching her side.

“don't be. this is good. you're good.”

the eighteen year old girl nods, pecking his lips before resting her head on his chest.

“you are too, in your own way.”