this is s super super old oneshot but i wanted to update☺️

Everyday Patrick sat next to Pete, watching him laugh, talk and smile.

He'd be thinking about him and just not be able to stop smiling. He liked Pete, alot. But he couldn't tell if Pete liked him back or not. So he always did things Pete said he thought was cute when guys did it. 

Patrick would bite his lip, wear oversized sweaters, leggings. He did anything he could that he thought would get Pete's attention.  He thought he never got it but he always did.

The things pete liked were all things Patrick did and Patrick didn't know it. His 'standards' were based off of Patrick.

"Hey, Pete?" Patrick said as he sat down next to him on a swing.

"Hey, Patrick," Pete replied as he looked up. "What's up?"

"I.. Can I ask you a question?"

"Well I think you just did, but sure. Go ahead, 'Trick," Pete said and smiled at his bestfriend.

"What would you do if someone told you they like you?"

"I'd ask what they like about me. There's a lot to me," Pete replied.

"Okay. Can I tell you something, Pete?" Patrick asked. He was going to tell pete and wouldn't back down this.

"Yeah, patrick?" Pete said. "Are you okay? You look pale."

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay," Patrick answered. "Okay... Um," he paused and took a deep breath. "Pete, you're-really-sweet-and-nice-and-you've-never-let-me-down-and-always-been-there-for-me-and-I-really-really-like-you."

Pete smiled and gave Patrick a confused gaze. "What? I didnt understand a word you just said. It sounded like you were speaking French again," he laughed.

"S-Sorry," Patrick blushed. "Can I jus-just show you instead?"

Pete nodded and Patrick smiled before getting off his swing and moving to stand in front of Pete. Pete stops swinging and looks up as Patrick leans down.

He closed his eyes and waited for the kiss.

But it never came.

He opened his eyes and saw Patrick running off down the street. He jumped up off his swing and started running down the sidewalk.

Pete caught up to him quickly and grabbed his arm, pulling him back and into his arms. Patrick was shivering from the cold and pulled the flaps of Pete's jacket around himself and Pete hugged him tightly. He ran a hand through Patrick's hair.

"But I'm just a friend to you," Patrick mumbled.

"No, you think you are. But, 'Tricky, you're not. Look at me," Pete said and forced Patrick to look up at him.

He leaned down and connected their lips and a sweet but short kiss. It was long enough for Patrick to be breathless when pete pulled away.

"I-I like you," he said, looking up at pete's shining eyes.

"I like you back," Pete said and pulled Patrick into another kiss.

"You like me," Patrick said and smiled wide.

"Yeah, I like you."