W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#7- M a c y ' s

Patrick's POV

As soon as I woke up I checked my alarm clock: it was 9.00 am. I had slept twelve hours straight, which wasn't surprising, since I hadn't closed my eyes for days. When I turned on my phone I noticed three missed calls from Pete.

Wow, he called at 5.00 am. Why so early? That must be serious.

"Pete? Is everything okay? Why did you call me at that time?"

"I was wondering if maybe... we could meet somewhere today"

He only called at 6 a.m. ... to ask if we could meet somewhere?!

"Um... yeah, sure. I've got my shift at Starbucks until 1.00 pm. When I'm done I could meet you somewhere"

"I'll wait you in front of Starbucks"

"Oh... are you sure?"

"Yes"

"Okay; see you later, then"

***

Once my shift was over, I quickly grabbed my coat and went out. Pete was there, sitting on a bench. Before showing up, I watched his figure: he wasn't that tall- maybe a few inches taller than me. The only difference was that he looked way better. His facial expressions were always very mysterious, unreadable. He sure was a boy who had gone through many things: I could say that from the way he talked, moved, looked at me.

"Good morning", I muttered getting closer to the bench. He did something like a nod, then got up and started walking. I reached him with a quick run: "Where are we going?"

"I booked a table in a restaurant I've known for years; I didn't have time waiting for you to express your preferences, I wanna do things quickly"

"Oh, I can see that pretty well", I replied "But it's okay, I like trying new things"

He stared at me with strange but restrained curiosity; he looked like trying to understand if I was just acting or saying the truth. His impassibility faded away when I returned the gaze with a smile. He rolled his eyes: "Why do you always smile?"

"Because smiles are like weapons sometimes"

He raised an eyebrow: probably he had no idea what I meant; I smirked as I watched his face constantly change expression, struggling to find the most suitable reaction to that kind of answer.

***

"Macy's... ? Like the Thanksgiving day parade?"

"Exactly", Pete replied before entering the restaurant.

The place was dark, walls covered in black and gray stripes, which gave the restaurant an unusually elegant style. The atmosphere was calm, characterized by a mix of scents: books, food, mold, wood, wine. Those were the typical scents of ancient, historical buildings. Somehow, it reminded me of my childhood, it gave me a feeling between happiness and nostalgia.

While I was admiring every corner of the restaurant, I felt Pete's hand pat my shoulder: "What do you think about it?"

"It's... a wonderful place, really"

"Our table is there", he pointed to a little, dark corner beside a red curtain.

As soon as I felt someone peeking through a door, Pete's face darkened: "Gotta go for a little while. I'll be right back"

*Author's Note*

Um... actually I feel so bad because I'm really scared to let you down with my ideas for the book and for my boring English. But I'm also grateful to y'all because I've almost reached 400 reads and 74 votes on this story!! *^* in Italian it's not so easy to reach these results in a little time, so it's surprising for me ahah! Sooo... yeah, thank you so so much♡

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