❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER

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patrick hums, shifting just a bit in his sleep. the warm feeling of y/n’s smaller frame atop him causes a small smile to adorn his face.

his fingertips run down her spine until they reach the hem of her—actually patrick's—shirt. he stops for a second, as she shivers.

a few seconds later, he continues. patrick's skinny fingers snake their way into the shirt, now touching her bare skin. he very gently rubs his thumb against the small of her back in a sweet attempt to wake her up.

eventually, she lifts her head a bit, her y/e/c eyes meeting his blue ones.

“no.” her voice is groggy as she speaks. he chuckles, pushing her head back down against his chest.

his soft, pink lips pucker up and leave a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“come on, bub. we've got that party to go to remem—” before pat can finish his sentence, y/n is jumping up and running out of his room to the bathroom.

the dark haired boy sits up abruptly, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the door she just passed through.

in less than five minutes, the teenage girl returns, her eyes a bit watery and a small frown etched upon her features.

“i think i'm—i’m just gonna go home.” she huffs, beginning to look around the room for her clothes.

“you okay?” her boyfriend asks, standing up and walking over to her. he intertwines their fingers and swings their hands side to side.

y/n nods, “i just don't feel well. you can go to the party, okay? hang with the gang, have fun. but not too much fun.”

patrick smirks, hair flopping as he nods in agreement.

“you can stay here though. my parents don't get back til’ late tonight. and i'll only be gone for an hour, okay? than we can cuddle or—”

“quit being such a teddy bear.” she laughs, shoving him away and hopping onto bed. she cuddles deeper into the covers, a sigh of content leaving her lips.

“oh, shove it!” he rolls his eyes, despite there being a huge smile on his face.

he's definitely what you would call lovesick.

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patrick's only been at the party for about twenty minutes and he's already bored out of his mind.

it was crowded, but almost everyone was with their date, grinding against each other on the dance floor or making out against a wall.

a heavy hand slaps his back and he growls, ready to pounce on whoever just touched him, but to his surprise, it's the one and only henry bowers.

“why do you look so lost?” the now short haired boy laughs, his words slurring a bit.

“i don't.” patrick snaps, arms crossed over his chest and a frown now falling on his lips.

he wanted to be home. this party wasn't any fun without y/n/n.

“oh, lemme guess. y/n already got tired of your sorry ass and is keeping her dista—”

“yo, patrick!” another voice shouts, just barely audible due to the bass boosted music blasting throughout the house.

the lanky teen swivels once again, this time meeting eyes with beverly's sky blue ones.

he opens his mouth in shock, firstly because of the fact that she was even here and second, because she had the audacity to call him by his first name.

only his close-friends could do that.

“what?” he asks, stumbling a little as someone bumps into him from behind.

“y/n's on the phone in the kitchen, i couldn't hear her well but she sounded like she was crying. must be something important.”

at the thought of his girlfriend home alone, crying and most likely in pain, patrick shoves his way through the crowd until he's in the kitchen with the phone in his hand.

“h-hello? baby?”

“i’m sorry, 'trick. i'm so sorry.” y/n's voice is barely audible, the young man isn't sure if it's because she's whispering or because the party's too loud.

“what happened?” he's on the verge of panicking now, “y/n/n, are you okay? i'm coming home. i'll be there soo—”

“no, it's nothing. i'm fine. sorry i interrupted. have fun okay? i love you.” the female's voice gets thicker with tears, only causing the young man's frown to deepen.

“okay. i love you too. i'll call you when the party's over.”

as soon as the phone cuts out, patrick is knocking people out of the way in order to get out.

he finds the gang on the other side of the house, all with beers in their hands. he taps belch, who thankfully was more sober than the other two.

“i need your car.” he mumbles, hands shaking with adrenaline. he needed to get to his girl, now.

“yeah, sure.” reginald smiles, handing the taller boy his car keys before starring in concern, “is everything alright?”

patrick stops in his tracks, his heart pounding, his head spinning. the question rang in his ear.

is everything alright?

finally, the blue eyed boy takes a deep breath, his words coming out broken.

“i don't know.”

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“y/n?!” he shouts as soon as he enters the house, stumbling through the dark halls as it was now night time and none of the lights had been turned on.

his long legs take him up the stairs and to his room very quickly, but as he slams the door open he finds it empty. patrick pauses, shutting his eyes as he feels hot tears beginning to burn in them.

and in those two minutes of silence, he hears it.

he hears her.

the black haired boy rushes down the hall and barges into the bathroom without a second thought, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him, the tears now falling freely.

y/n's smaller frame is seated right in front of the toilet, her head resting on the seat. no matter how disgusted she was, she couldn't find the energy to get up.

she was just sitting there, eyes staring blankly at the wall, sobs escaping her mouth every few seconds.

at the feeling of a hand on her arm she turns her head, but the sight of the boy in front of her only causes her to want to cry more.

she takes a shaky deep breath, allowing him to pull her onto his lap.

they sit in silence for a few minutes, before once again she's inhaling deeply.

“party's over already?” y/n tries to distract him. she knows that if he asks any questions she'll fall apart once again.

“yeah.” he lies, lifting a hand to wipe his most likely now, red eyes, “baby, what's going on?”

she shakes her head, abruptly sitting up and leaving the bathroom.

patrick goes to follow her, but something else catches his eye.

a pregnancy test.

he glares at it, shivers running down his spine at the thought of being a father.

ho-ly shit, he might be a father.

his pale hands hesitantly reach towards the counter, gripping the stick and staring at it in fear.

at this moment, all he wanted to do was burn something. anything. everything.

he throws it in the trash and storms out into the hallway, fists and jaw clenched as he enters the room.

“you're pregnant?” he tries to be gentle, but his words come out harsh. his eyes soften as he watches the female literally crumble in front of him.

“you think i want this?! maybe someday in the future, but not now!” she cries, “why else would i be here, in your house, crying all damn day? i'm not ready and you sure as hell aren't ready! butch is gonna kill me if he finds out. i don't know what i'm gonna do and i don't need you yelling at me and making me feel worse. this is just as much your mistake as it is mine!”

patrick nods, his heart sinking in his chest as he watches y/n literally fall to her knees.

he slowly walks over to her, lifting her up by her elbows and pulling her into his chest. after a few minutes, he grabs her by the waist and picks her up completely, taking her to the bed and cuddling her.

“it's gonna be okay.” patrick whispers, pecking her nose, “we can schedule an appointment, see how far along you are. and after that we'll figure out how we're gonna do this. together.”