Fic: It's hard to say 'I do', even if you really want to [1/4]
Title: It's hard to say 'I do', even if you really want to [1/4]
Summary: For Patrick it's hard to fall in love while the whole world is watching.
Author: Intricate_life (me)
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG
Word count: 1509
Disclaimer: Not true, all made up. Don't own Pete/Patrick or the tv show. How awesome wouldn't it be though, to be able to see them on tv everyday? :)
Authors notes: It's all about Pete and Patrick participating in the reality show Big Brother, which means being looked in a house with strange people without any communications with the outside, for 100 days. I'm sure all countries have different rules regarding this show, but I made it out from the way I know the show. This is the first chaper of four.
Also, this is my first fic, ever, so constructive critisism is more than welcome!
Standing outside the door that would lead him to the biggest adventure, or the biggest mistake of his life, Patrick was nervous and of course sweating as a result. He had no idea what made him even apply to this show and even less knowledge of what actually made him say yes. He was not the kind of person that wanted millions of people watching his every move. But here he was, standing in front of the door to the house he would live in for 100 days, if he didn’t get voted out that is, with 11 other people he didn’t know and about 40 cameras broadcasting it for the world to see. Patrick took a final deep breath and turned the silver doorknob and stepped into his new home and closed the door behind him.
On the other side of the door another man had been waiting for some time for someone else to walk trough the door. He was restless already and knew that the 100 days in this house would be quite the struggle for him and his tendency to get bored. He sat down on the squishy couch and stretched his heavily tattooed arms in front of him and yawned. In his mind he wondered why it was taking them so long to send someone else in to the house, he was not good at being alone. The turning of the doorknob made his ears perk up and he grinned hugely and ran towards the door.
Patrick walked inside and didn’t even have time to look around the room before a dark haired man came right in front of his face and started talking rapidly. The words coming out of the other man’s mouth did just dance in through one of Patrick’s ears and out the other. He hadn’t been ready for this surprise attack and could not focus right away. He shook his head and started to listen to the man that he assumed would be living here too.
“I’m Pete. Pete Wentz” said the dark haired man and smiled, showing his big white teeth off. “I almost thought I would be here all by myself, that they tricked me into some kind of fucking experiment. Like to see how long I could be here by myself before I went crazy.”
Patrick shyly stretched out his hand and looked at Pete from under his trucker hat.
“Patrick Vaughn Stumph. Nice to meet you, Pete.”
Pete didn’t seem to catch on to Patrick’s shyness and right away went back to rambling about nothing and everything. Pete threw himself back on the couch and found a comfortable position with his head on the armrest and one leg stretched over the backrest. Slowly Patrick made his way over there, and sat timidly down in the corner of the other couch. Pete didn’t seem to mind the lack of response to whatever he was saying so Patrick sat back and just watched him.
Pete had almost black hair, cut in different lengths all over without what seemed like any pattern. He kept brushing his bangs out of his eyes as he talked. Eyes that were chocolate brown and framed with black eyeliner that made them stand out even more than Patrick imagined they did without the make-up. Pete’s body was skinny but not without definition. Patrick could see the muscles in the arms working as Pete did wide gestures while talking. Arms that were covered in tattoos, mostly with characters from the movie “Nightmare before Christmas”. He was also on the shorter side, but so was Patrick. Standing next to each other they where probably about the same height. Pete had on black jeans that where so skinny that Patrick wondered how they ever came on or how they would ever come off.
Patrick snapped back to reality when Pete finally became quiet and was looking over questioning at Patrick.
“Hum, what?” Patrick asked a little confused. “I got lost in my thoughts for a second.”
“Where’re you from?” Pete repeated and gave Patrick a smile that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Uhm, I’m from Chicago.” Patrick mumbled averting his eyes from Pete’s intense stare.
“Dude, really? I’m from there too! Wilmette to be more specific. I already miss it.”
Pete gave out a little laugh and started talking about everything he would be missing and wanting during the time they would be locked in here. All of a sudden he leaped of the couch and declared his need to use the bathroom. Patrick gave a small nod and when Pete had disappeared from his sight he stood up and looked around for the first time since he walked inside.
The room was fairly big and open. Considering that there would be another 10 people living here it needed to be big. The walls behind the couches where painted in a bright blue shade and the rest in a softer beige making it feel warm and comfortable. Adjoined with the room was the kitchen. It was the dream kitchen for anyone who liked to cook. Big cabinets made of dark wood, counters in granite and an island in the middle with the same granite as the counters. The tiles where matching with the blue walls in the living room and tied it all together.
Patrick walked slowly in the kitchen and swept a hand across the counters. He felt his thoughts wander to his mother’s cooking and how much he was going to miss it. All of Pete’s talk about what he was going to miss made Patrick do the same, which was not a good idea. That combined with the fact that there were mirrors all over the walls, concealing the cameras behind them made Patrick want to turn around and run out of this strange house.
His thoughts were interrupted of the door that once again opened. In came a tall, skinny man and from nowhere came Pete and put him under the same attack as he had done to Patrick. Introductions where made and Pete and the new guy started talking. Patrick sat quiet on the couch nodding at the right places, but felt content that all Pete’s focus was no longer on him.
During the rest of the evening more and more people dropped in and in the end all of the 12 contestants where there, 6 men and 6 women. Patrick kept his distance and only spoke when spoken too. Pete on the other hand was thriving on the fact that there were so many new people to talk to and could be heard laughing loudly all over the house.
Once they all had have time to get acquainted the host of the show contacted them through the television in the living room. They received information about rules in the house and how they could get voted off and had to leave the house. There was said that there would be no regular television, no music, no magazines and absolutely no contact with the people on the outside. In the end the host told them that it was the viewers that decided who would stay and who had to leave each week.
Patrick felt drained with all the new people and the stress of the situation. The rest of the group seemed to want to stay up and talk more but Patrick had no such interest. He walked to the bedroom that hade been assigned to the men of the house and froze when he saw that there was only 3 queen size beds. He had never shared a bed with a guy before and felt uncomfortable with the notion that now he had no choice. His suitcase had been delivered with the others but he didn’t feel like unpacking. Instead he just pulled out a t-shirt and was just about to start changing when he remembered the cameras. How was he going to be able to change in front of a camera, knowing that whoever could be watching him. Once again the feeling of wanting to run far away came to him but he pushed it away and took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head.
When he threw his old shirt onto his suitcase something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned around and saw Pete standing in the doorway watching him with a glimmer in his eyes. Quickly Patrick pulled the other t-shirt over his head and pushed it down as fast ha he could. The thought of someone really watching his less then firm stomach made him blush.
Pete didn’t move or make a sound but just stood there, watching.
“I’m going to bed” Patrick said under his breath and went over to the bed in the corner.
“Sweet Dreams. And don’t forget, Big Brother’s watching you” said Pete with a small smile and winked in Patrick’s direction.
Patrick sighed and climbed under the covers. This was going to be a long night, and most likely one without much sleep.
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