~peterick oneshots~

elevator

okay, hi
this one is very poorly written.
I know this is not how people generally speak whenever they speak more than one language and their first language is not english
but I really tried
also I apologise if anything was translated wrong- we blame that on google translate.
((I will translate in the comments))
okay,cool ?
cool.
if anything is wrong,please correct it
also I got this idea from The_City_Rain a while ago
thank you bubby I love you

patrick had seen this guy a few times before, but had never spoken to him. he had never known if he spoke english, since he had heard him speaking a language he could not recognize so well.

"Да, мама." the man speaks into the phone, laughing quietly. he offers patrick a small smile as he joins him in the elevator.

patrick smiled politely, looking down at his phone to pass the time.

"нет, мама,"

patrick paid attention to the way he spoke, smiling softly at the man's voice- how he spoke the word "mom."

"russian," patrick recognizes, glancing up at him as he continues to speak to his mother. he smiles, listening to his voice and how he speaks.

he is so lost in the sweet sound of the man's voice he almost doesn't notice his stop on the elevator. "oh," he mumbles, finally looking up at the open doors. "bye," he mumbled, waving at the man as he steps off the elevator.

the man waves, smiling as he listens to the woman on the other line.
~~~

patrick groans, climbing onto the elevator. his day was long and tiring, and all he wanted was to go home to his dog and watch some tv.

"держи дверь!"

patrick jumps at the voice, assuming it was the handsome man from the elevator from this morning and previous days this week. he stops the door, letting him board.

the man rushes into the elevator, offering a slight nod and smile to the small blonde. "благодарю вас."

patrick stares in confusion, but nods in assumption that he meant "thank you."

the elevator ride is mostly silent, minus the sudden buzzing of patrick's phone in his pocket.

"oh," patrick mumbles, taking out the device. "sorry," he apologizes, even if he could not understand before answering. "hey, joe."

"oh, no, I was just about to go home-"

patrick sighs.

"joe, I'm already on the elevator."

"no..."

"yeah, he's on here, but-"

"joe, shut up!"

patrick groans, glancing up at the man, face a bit red. "yes, he's hot, now shut up!"

patrick only hopes that pete could not understand him, though, of course, he is only assuming that he could not.

patrick groans, ending the call with his friend, tired of his teasing.
~~~

as patrick was about to leave, stepping towards the opening doors, he hears the man mumble something. "huh?" he asks, looking back.

"I think you are handsome too." the man speaks, smiling as the doors close and the elevator moves.

"wha-" patrick stares at the door, as if staring would open them back up and bring him back.
~~~

over the next few weeks, patrick took the stairs, trying to avoid the man after embarrassing himself. it was hard, and he felt bad for avoiding him, but he was too scared to see him again.
~~~

pete, takes the elevator, hoping to see the blonde again, hoping to talk to him, but he does not see him.
~~~

patrick goes into the building, frowning at the sign on the elevator door. he was tired and did not want to walk all the way up the stairs. he was willing to take the risk of seeing the man, but the "down for maintenance" sign on the elevator screwed him on that part.
~~~

"ой," pete frowns, reading the sign before going to the staircase, and making his way up.
~~~

patrick hears the footsteps behind him, not bothering to see who it was. he did not care to see, since he did not know anyone in the building.

"блондинка!"

patrick frowns at the word coming from the man's mouth. obviously he had no idea what it meant, but he knew who it was. he wanted to run the rest of the way up, but knew it was an awful choice. "do you speak english? you understand what I'm saying?" he asks, tone harsh, despite his intentions of just learning.

the man frowns, taken aback by the words. "да," he nods.

"then speak to me," patrick says. "please."

patrick understands you cannot just switch back and forth, right?

the man stares, the only sound coming from him being the faint, "uhh," sound.

patrick waits, just wanting to hear the man speak to him.

"what's your name?"

"pete," the man says, his accent making the name sound adorable.

"pit," patrick repeats, smiling at the man. "pete?"

the man nods.

"pete," patrick says again, holding out his hand. "I'm patrick, and it's nice to meet you, pete."

they shake hands, and try to conversate a little more as they make their way up the stairs.

instead of leaving pete to walk the rest of the way to his apartment, patrick invites him in for a while to talk.