Take Your Tears, Put 'Em On Ice

~ E-L-E-V-E-N ~

~Sunday; 24th of November 2019~

~ P-A-T-R-I-C-K ~

I lay in bed on my back, limbs stretched out and stared at the ceiling. My lips were still buzzing from the day before and my head was clouded with every thought of Pete.

"My ass is cold," Pete broke away again, speaking with a breathless laugh. I giggled and sat back, pulling him up with me. We helped each other stand up, though when I tried to pull away he tightened his grip. He turned around and held my hands against his lower chest, skating forward and towards the gates out.

I hid my face in his shoulder blade just sliding along behind him. We took off our skates and put on our shoes, stealing kisses every time one of us grabbed a chance. He drove me home after that, walked me up to the front porch. I knew Aunt Jenn could risk seeing anything, but at that point I didn't care. I threw my arms around Pete's neck and pulled him down, our lips meeting in a gentle and passionate kiss.

"Do you have anything going on tomorrow?" He broke off and rested his nose on my cheek.

"Not that I am sure of," I let out a small sigh, not even trying to hide my blush anymore.

"I'm picking you up about five, alright?" I nodded and pulled away. We were both softly smiling and I couldn't help but press a last kiss to his cheek. Before he could do anything else, I turned away and went inside.

Pete was taking me on a date. A date. I was going on a date with some popular high school hockey player that I've known for just a few weeks. If that.

But if I was going to do this, I have to keep it hidden from Aunt Jenn. That shouldn't be a challenge. My biggest problem right now was my anxiety. Maybe I could call up Brendon or Ryan?

When I kissed Pete.... well, when he kissed me, he definitely was the one in control. Brendon is more out there, so I think he could he of more assistance.

I quickly rolled over and snatched my phone from the nightstand. Turning it on and going to recent contacts, I pressed the name I needed.

"Mmmello?" A drawn-out voice answered after several rings.

"H-Hey, Brendon...?" I grew hesitant. "You sound a bit worn out mate, I-It's not important."

"Mmno no, I'm fine." There was a muffled yawn and inaudible talking before a more upbeat voice came back. "What's up Trickypoo?"

"Well it sta- Trickypoo? Seriously?"

Brendon snorted and burst into a fit of laughter. "I-I-I'm at P-Pete's and l-long story short, h-he calls you Trick-" there was a quiet thump and a laugh before Brendon returned. "And it just kinda came outta nowhere. S-sorry there bro."

I bit my lip. If Brendon was with Pete at the moment, I couldn't ask him for help. I guess Ryan it is. "It's fine, just please avoid the name from now on?" I chuckle.

"Can do little man, can do. Anyways, what'd you call about?"

I froze. "I... I actually don't remember. I am so sorry..."

"Nah, dont worry about it. My fault I got ya off topic." There was some more inaudible talking before the line went silent.

"Al-alright. If I remember I'll call or message you," I slowly spoke.

"Yeah yeah, sounds good. Later little man!" Brendon hung up. I mentally shrugged and called Ryan.

"Heeyyyyyo Pattyo!" His familiar perky voice immediately answered my call.

"Hey Ry! I have a small problem, and I need... a more... gay friend's help-"

"I'll be over in five minutes." The line went dead. I sighed and dropped my phone to the bed, standing up and trudging down out of my room. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a rapid knock at the door.

The door opened on it's own and Ryan jumped in. He grabbed my shoulders and shut the door with his foot, pushing me back upstairs. He shoved me back onto my bed and closed my bedroom door, locking it before walking back over and looking down at me.

"So I heard 'small problem' and 'gay' in the same sentence. What do we have here, hm?" He raised a hand and began to play with his lip. "How to give a blow job? Good gay porn? Good things to get off to?" My face went bright red and I sat up, shaking my head frantically. "Ooh lower levels now? Erm... how to come out?" I shook my head again, but slower. He put his other hand on his hip. He stared directly into my eyes for a solid three minutes before snapping his fingers. "First date, ever as a matter of fact. With someone a little more special than special...?"

At the same time we both burst out; "Pete Wentz."

"My child!" He squealed and grabbed my face between both of his hands. "Give me details so we can work on this!"

"Le ger erf meh face firs maye," I mumbled. He quickly let go and sat beside me on my bed. "Uh well... after the game yesterday... we skated around for a bit and-" I gave him the whole story. By the end he was hiding his face in his hands, only his eyes peeking above his finger tips.

He suddenly jumped up and ran to my closet. "He said five, this afternoon, so it's definitely casual. But let's go a liiiiiittle more than just casual. But not fancy casual." He turned around and held up a flannel shirt and a black vest. "You get me?"

"Uh sure, yeah. Totally." I nodded. He smiled at that and threw the two articles of clothing onto the bed. After a few more shirts tossed to the side, he paused.

"I'll be right back!" He ran out of the bedroom and out of the house. I looked out my window to see him run to Brendon's. A few moments later he was back in my room with a black cardigan in hand. "I bought this for Beebo a while back and he never wore it. He's not home so he won't even know it's missing. Uh... here." He also handed me a plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. "Get dressed, teddy bear."

I just nodded and left the room. I went into the bathroom and quickly stripped off my lazy day clothes, putting on what Ryan had. I glanced in the mirror and smiled at what I saw. Suddenly having a huge burst of self confidence, I hurried back to my bedroom before it became too much.

"Oooooh yes!" He grinned and walked up. He adjusted the cardigan a little and handed me my glasses. I slipped them onto my face and bent over to grab my Converse. He made a noise and handed me a pair of black combat boots that were in my closet for as long as I could remember. I didn't argue as I put them on and tied off the laces. "OOH BABY! Patrick, you're fucking gorgeous. Look at that ass!"

I blushed but smiled, letting a small giggle pass my lips. "Thank you Ryan, for everything-"

"Shush my smol child!" He motioned for me to sit on the bed again. I did as he commanded, taking the thicker jacket he handed me. "This is Pete. The most popular guy at Southern Glenbrook. There is one thing you absolutely, positively, most certainly have to do to."

I grew suddenly nervous and hot as I listened closely, Ryan's hazel eyes boring into my blue ones.

"You have to be yourself."