❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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HAKUNA MATATA

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patrick sat contently on the faux leather couch, his eyes halfway closed, a joint in his hand.

his body felt numb, his heart pumping at an irregularly slow pace.

to say he was stoned would be an understatement.

a low groan emitted from his lips as his newfound girlfriend plopped down onto his lap, her short brown hair tickling his neck as she leaned back against him.

patrick sighed as his hand went and wrapped around her waist. he didn't like how bony it was compared to y/n's—who's were just perfect for his hands to grasp, but he wasn't going to complain.

she was a nice girl—which was surprising as she was friends with greta—with pale skin and dark chocolate eyes.

sally mueller.

the voice in the back of pat's head told him that it was wrong to use her. she was younger by three years, her body had just barely begun maturing.

the two of them sit in silence for a few before sally hums, shifting in her spot until she's straddling him.

“hey, patty?”

the white skinned male cringes at the nickname.

he blinks at her, looking unbothered as he waits for her to continue. his hand holding the joint brings it up to his pink, chapped lips.

“do you maybe wanna go out to dinner in a few?”

patrick chuckles, the cancer stick between his lips as he speaks.

“dinner?”

he'd never done anything like that with—no stop relating everything to her.

“yeah! all the couples are doin’ it these days.” sally flashes her pearly whites.

the hockstetter boy puts out the joint against the couch, watching as it leaves a burn mark. his free hand removes itself from sally's waist and brushes back his long hair.

“yeah, sure. go put on something nice.”

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patrick had no idea why the hell he was doing this.

as he walked around the back of his car and opened the door for the overly excited girl he just kept on asking himself why.

why'd you choose her of all people?

why not just get your girl back?

why agree to this? you know you don't want to be here.

“over there!” the tall, slim female points to a booth in the corner of the diner, tugging on the lanky boy's arm.

he glances over and his eyes widen, his deep, cerulean orbs landing on something, or should he say, someone.

his breath catches in his throat as she stares right back at him, a sudden flame igniting from down below.

god, did they miss each other. neither of them have spoken since the night she visited him in the hospital.

patrick forces his eyes to peel away from his ex-girlfriend, his long arm reaching out and tucking itself behind sally's lower back. he leads her to where she suggested, keeping his gaze on the ground.

his whole body felt hot as the two of them stalked past y/n and who he assumed was her new boyfriend.

he felt her eyes bore into the back of his head, but he dismissed it, for if he didn't, he would crumble.

he and sally sit down across from each other, unfortunately he ends up facing y/n.

for the entire hour or so that they are there, patrick and y/n send one another subtle glances, the atmosphere tense and filled with an unforsaken desire.

soon enough, the doe eyed, y/s/c skinned girl has had enough of it, raising an eyebrow and then motioning her eyes towards the back.

patrick catches on immediately, mumbling a soft “be right back” to sally as his long, black skinny jeans clad legs take him away.

as soon as both teens are out of eyesight, patrick traps her against the wall, large hands on either side of her head.

she looks into his eyes before shyly looking away, a small giggle falling past her lips.

“you're driving me crazy, lil’ bit.” he huffs, warm breath fanning over her face and leaving her craving more.

y/n continues to shake her head at the ground, too afraid to look him the eyes.

“we can't do this. we broke up for a reason, 'trick. and we've both moved on. our dates are sitting out there waiting.”

the beautiful, broken boy shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing, hands angrily gripping the shorter girl's sides.

they fit so perfectly together, she was his missing puzzle piece.

“i don't want her. you know that, you know i only want you, y/n/n. and i know for a damn fact that you're just using michael or whatever his name is as a rebound.”

“am not!” she gasps, pulling out of his grip. she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. she hated how well he knew her; she hated how much she needed him, how tempted she was to just let him take her. right here, right now.

“you are!” he begins to laugh manically, “you are and you fucking know it! you love me, not him!”

patrick's hands begin to shake in rage, tugging at his hair, long legs making him pace back and forth.

“i’m not dealing with this right now.”

she doesn't waste another second in walking off, but the boy follows her.

“oh, bite my boxers!” he yells, not giving one single fuck about all of the shocked stares he gets.

the short, watery eyed female chuckles dryly, grabbing her purse from the booth where mason sat mind-boggled.

“yeah? well, suck my socks!”

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a day had passed, and y/n sat cooped up in her room, bundled under her covers as her eyes stayed shut.

all she could do was think.

victor and grayson were cuddled with her, victor's tiny fingers rubbing her back comfortingly.

“you should come with us.” he finally speaks, referring to the something he had told her a few minutes ago.

the female chuckles, shaking her head.

“i wish i could, but i've gotta be here for henry. you know he's still not over what happened with butch.”

“but what about being there for you?” grayson joins in, “you deserve a break, y/n. all this violence and the constant bickering, it's shit.”

“i'll be alright.” she coos, intertwining her fingers with the rosy red cheeked boy’s, “but you two better call me at least once a day. and don't go doing nothin’ stupid.

victor laughs.

“no worries.”

the room goes silent for a few before y/n shifts, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. both boys follow suit.

“you know rio and beverly are running off too. seems like that's all this town is capable of doing—scaring people away.”

grayson and victor nod in agreement.

“promise us you'll get away too. it don't have to be right away, a-and you can bring henry with ya. i just don't wanna see you wastin’ away your life. whether you and patrick get back together or not, you can't keep letting this place and it's stupid people hold you back. you're gonna be somethin’ big one day.”

y/n laughs in order to hide the tears that sparkle in her eyes. she wraps an arm around both of the younger boys and hugs them with so much love.

“i promise, gric.” all of them laugh as she combined their names, “i love you, dorks.”