~peterick oneshots~

letters

"oh, no! why would I write that?!"

pete laughs softly, reading over patrick's letter with him. "I thought it was cute." he smiled, watching patrick fold up the letter once again.

"god, I was so crigey!"

"mine wasn't any better!" pete chuckles. "but you made me read through all of mine, and you've got one more, so let's open it up." he says, holding out the last, old, tattered envelope.

patrick shakes his head, pushing away the letter. "I feel like these were enough."

it was the very first letter he had sent pete, and knew it was worse than the other ones.

"no, you made me read mine, you've got to read yours!"

patrick groans, taking the paper, and pulling out one of the old notes.

this was patrick's idea. he had found a bunch of pete's old letters from when they were kids, and wanted to read them over, since he had not looked at them in so long.

needless to say, patrick regretted his decision.

pete chuckles, looking over patrick's shoulder.

"I hate this, I can't believe you kept these all these years!"

"of course I kept them! they're a very important part of our relationship! plus, sometimes when you're gone for business or something, I like to read over them. they help when I miss you." pete shrugged, smiling as he put the small pile of envelopes back where he kept them.

patrick awed softly, smiling a bit as he gathered up his own stack of envelopes. "well, I'm glad they help, but you have other stuff now! pictures, things around the house," he said, putting away the old letters. "and more importantly, you have me!" he smiled happily, hugging pete from behind, holding him tightly. "I'm always here, petey, you can always text and call me!"

"I know, baby," pete smiled, turning in patrick's arms. "I know, but still, sometimes I like to read over them."

patrick nodded some, resting his head against pete's shoulder. "I know, 'cause sometimes I like reading over them, too." he said quietly. "I just forgot where I had them."

pete chuckled, squeezing patrick gently. "of course you did, silly boy."

"mhmm," patrick hummed. "'m a silly boy." he mumbled, leaning up to pack pete's lips before pulling pete into the bed with him, giggling happily as they cuddled close.