❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

OH NO!

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“pat? wake up, mom's calling us for breakfast.” a small voice whispers in the eighteen year old boy's ear, causing him to stir in his sleep.

he doesn't recognize the voice at all.

he slowly begins to drift back into a soft slumber, but just as darkness consumes him, the voice whispers again.

“come on, patty! she made eggs and waffles.” at the sound of a giggle, patrick's eyes open widely, his heart hammering in his chest.

he very slowly and nervously turns his head towards where the voice came from, nearly shitting himself at the sight of a dark haired little boy.

his eyes are a pale blue, very much resembling patrick's own.

“how the fuck did you get in my room, squirt?” the hockstetter boy tries to seem menacing, but his voice is shaky and soft due to the disbelief.

“my name's not squirt, it's avery!” he giggles again, and this time patrick visibly shivers at the sound.

“you're not real.”

“i know.” avery sighs sadly, a small pout on his pink lips. he lets out a sigh before wrapping his tiny two year old arms around patrick's neck.

at first, patrick just sits in shock, not able to decipher if the kid is trying to choke him or give him a hug.

it ends up being the latter, as avery removes his arm to wrap patrick's long ones around his small body. as soon as he's done he goes right back to hugging his older brother.

“why is this happen—”

“it's time for me to go now, okay? i love you, patty.”

before the older of the two can even function a full thought, avery hockstetter has disappeared.

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“pat? wake up, your mom's calling us for breakfast.” a small voice whispers in the eighteen year old boy's ear causing him to stir in his sleep.

he feels something gently rub his cheek, and cringes, causing whoever is beside him to giggle.

that giggle.

patrick shoots up immediately, about to attack when his eyes lock with soft y/e/c ones.

“how the fuck did you get in my room?” his voice is raspy, causing the hairs on y/n's arms to stand up. she removes her gaze from his, the temperature suddenly seeming to go way up.

“i-i-i just—i wanted to say thank you and your mom said i could stay so i did...also she told me to give you these—i’m sorry, i can g—”

the small female gets cut off by patrick's low chuckles, and boy does that only cause her to get more flustered.

he had a nice smile, his soft pink lips tugging up in one corner, his beautifully straight teeth practically blinding her.

“relax, lil’ bit. i'm not gonna bite you.” before she can reply, he stares at her with lust filled eyes, “unless you want me to.”

“oh, god.” y/n groans, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face. without another word, she takes his hand and dumps two pills into it, grabbing the cup of water off of the dresser beside him.

she watches with somber eyes as he pops them into his mouth and gulps the water immediately afterwards.

“is that all?” he raises an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face as he notices her staring.

“there's breakfast downstairs.” she shrugs, but neither of them make a move to go, “hey, patrick?”

her voice becomes so quiet he just barely hears it. he nods, egging her to go on.

“i heard you, um...it sounded almost like you were whimpering, in your sleep. is everything okay?”

as soon as she asks the question she regrets it, noticing his once bright blue eyes growing darker.

“you can leave now.”

y/n frantically shakes her head, “no, wait i—”

“go, y/l/n. didn't i already tell you if i saw you again i'd kill you? or are you just that stupid to not believe me?”

she tries to look him in the eyes but he won't let her, his hand reaching into his pocket and beginning to fiddle with the zippo. it was the only way he could stop himself from choking her to death.

“stop it! stop doing that and look at me!” y/n shouts, and that only triggers him. he begins to push her out of the room, trying to be gentle at first but as she begins to put up a fight he gets rougher.

he doesn't stop until he's pushed her so hard that she falls down, both of them staring at one another with shocked expressions.

“patrick? y/n? you two alright up there?” mrs.hockstetter’s voice sounds from the bottom of the stairs.

“shit.” patrick grumbles, reaching a hand out to help the girl up. she flinches at first, but at the sound of the older woman's footsteps climbing the stairs, she allows him to help her.

“yeah, we're fine. i just tripped.” y/n forces a chuckle. the footsteps stop, make a shuffling sound, and then fade away.

as soon as y/n knows for sure that the eldest hockstetter is gone, she snatches her arm from patrick's grip and shoves at his chest.

“what the hell, 'trick?”

“shut up.” he growls, inching closer to her, “listen here, lil’ bit. we're not friends. we're never going to be friends, we'll never be more than friends. the only reason i even bother to pretend to like you is because your bowers’ cousin.”

“fuck you.” she mumbles, “you know, i've tried really really hard not to believe all those rumours about you. i wanted to wait and see if maybe, just maybe, they were lying. turns out they weren't. you're nothing a but a low-life psychopath who killed his brother.”

the long haired boy scoffs, trying to hide the slight tinge of pain he felt hearing her say that.

he watches silently as she begins to walk towards the steps, a voice in the back of his head telling him to go after her.

he does.

“come on, wait.” he mutters, tugging her back until she almost knocks into his chest.

“why the hell would i do that? what happened to not being friends, huh?”

“i—” he begins to speak but cuts himself off, not exactly knowing what to say.

he feels this sudden pull towards her, their eyes locking almost feels intoxicating.

before he can stop himself, he finds himself doing it.

he kisses her.

y/n kisses back, but only for a few seconds before pulling away with a gasp. patrick watches with furrowed eyebrows as she paces back and forth, shaking hand covering her mouth.

“shit, shit, shit.” he hears her mumble, “shit, patrick, why'd you have to do that?”

he doesn't respond, instead leans on the wall behind him with a smug expression.

“you idiot! it's too soon.” y/n says, finally looking up into his ocean eyes, “way too soon.”