If It Means A Lot To You, Pete(Peterick)

Control

Pete's POV

"Come on Trick." I smile as Patrick continues to glare at me through his glasses. He seems to permanently have a glare on his face. Until I say something stupid to make him smile.

"Don't call me Trick. That sounds so stupid." Patrick says and shows me a small smile. "Where's Gerard's house anyway?"

"On the other side of town. I don't really know why you decided to go to one of his parties." I shrug as I unlock my car and open Patrick's door for him.

"I see chivalry is still alive." Patrick smiles and I blush.

"Is that a thank you?" I chuckle as he messes with the radio.

"If you see it that way." Patrick mutters. "My sister's calling me."

"Are you going to answer it?" I ask and he shakes his head as he ignores the call. "Why do you hate you sister so much?"

"I don't hate her." He messes with the ends of his cardigan. "She's just really smothering."

"So you hate people loving you?" I ask. Is opening him up this hard?

"I hate people acting like I'm a child that can't take care of himself. I get in a coma one time. . ." Patrick says with hate dripping with every word.

"You need to calm down." I say bluntly. He bites his lip and stays silent. I won't ask about the coma thing right now. That's for him to explain to me.

"I am calm." He says after a few minutes. "I like this song, who sings it?"

"It's Halsey." I answer without looking at the screen. I know most of her songs by heart.

"What is it called?" Patrick asked. He seems genuinely intrigued by Halsey.

"Control." He hums along to the song and looks at peace. "You still have to sing for me."

"What?! No I don't!" Patrick laughs. Might I tell you that his laugh is the most attractive part of him. Not that his face or anything isn't hot, just his laugh mainly is.

"Yeah you do. You didn't sing for me in music class, so you have to do it right now."

"You can't make me." He smiles and we start to laugh like the Joker on crack.

"I'll make a drunk Gerard Way sing if you don't." I threaten him. Nobody needs a drunk Gerard Way singing "Don't Stop Believing" karaoke.

"Why is he bad?"

"Only when he's super hammered." Patrick's face is red from all the laughter.

"I don't think I've laughed so much in my life."

"From what your sister tells me, this is probably the first time you've ever laughed." Patrick's laughter fades into silence when I say that.

"Yeah. . . I uh, I guess your right." He says quietly.

"Sorry." I mutter.

"No. No you're right. I should laugh more." Patrick says and flashes me a forced smile. "Besides, if you're happy more, then you live longer."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Some book my brother made me read."

"You're brother reads about how happiness makes you live longer?"

"I dunno. Kevin's weird like that."

"Kevin sounds fun."

"You should meet him then."

"Huh. Maybe I will." I smirk. "After I get you to sing for me."

"Just so you know, I only sing in the shower."

"Maybe I'll have to just be there when your showering." That makes him turn into a tomato. "That's about the sixth time you blushed today."

"Shut up Pete."

"Never in a gazillion years."