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(bullying because of weight
-implied- self deprication
-implied- eating disorder//problems with wanting to eat)
"i did it!" patrick smiles, huge and triumphant. "petey, did you see? I did it! I won the game for us!"
pete smiled too, finding it so very adorable how patrick gets so excited when he wins something. especially if it is a sport, considering how awful he usually is. "yeah, baby, I saw!" he chuckled, finding their locker. they had to share one since patrick could never undo his lock.
patrick giggles, waiting patiently for pete to unlock their locker.
"yeah, yeah, you did great." ryan muttered bitterly, rolling his eyes at the excited boy.
"shut up, ross." pete laughed, glancing over at the boy. "you're just pissed 'cause my boy beat your ass out there. thus winning the game for us."
"I'm surprised he didn't get out first considering he's such an easy target."
everyone laughed. pete and patrick did not.
"what's the matter? can't take a joke?" ryan teased further, smirking at the now frowning boy.
patrick averted his eyes, staring down at the floor. "can I get my clothes, please?" he asked, glancing up at pete.
pete nods, giving patrick the clothes from the locker. "I think the stall is open." he smiled, pointing to the stall he usually went into.
patrick always hated changing in front of the other guys. mostly because he was not as small as the others, and he was afraid he would be made fun of more. most of the guys never bothered to comment on it- what did they care? the kid is self-conscious! who cares, right?
"everyone move out of the way! fat ass is coming through!"
ryan cared. but only because he lost to the boy, and so he would make the rest of patrick's day a living hell.
"make another fucking comment like that, ross, and I will beat the shit out of you!" pete growled, glaring over at the scrawny boy laughing at patrick.
"oh will you?" ryan teased, smirking over at pete. he was hoping to be calling a bluff. "I'm surprised he could even fit in that stall well enough to change! surprised he- fuck!" ryan fell back against the lockers, some guys cheering, a few others moving out of the way.
"shut the fuck up!" pete shouted, completely pissed off at this point, just tired of people making fun of patrick. all because he was a sore loser.
"pete, stop!" patrick shouted, frowning at his boyfriend. "stop... it's fine."
reluctantly, pete did step away from the boy, sighing as he just hugged patrick, waiting for everyone to go.
~~~
the bell sounded for lunch a moment later, and everyone ran out. along with a bloody-nosed ryan- which no one really seemed to question.
patrick sighs, staring at the floor as pete finally got changed. he never liked looking at pete change- the more obvious reason was it seemed rude, and the other, he was simply jealous and did not want to see.
"you okay, patty?" pete asked, pulling his shirt on and taking a seat next to patrick.
"'m fine."
pete knew it was a lie, but he did not want to press. "why don't we go ahead to lunch? we could eat in the hall so we don't have to deal with anyone?" he suggested, offering a smile.
"I'm not hungry,"
"but will you still at least try to eat?" pete wrapped an arm around the chubby boy, gently rubbing his side. he knew patrick was lying- he never had breakfast, he was always hungry by lunch.
"I don't want to..."
pete frowned, making patrick look at him. "baby, pay absolutely no attention to ryan, okay? he was just mad because you beat him. you aren't fat. okay, you're chubby, but you know what? I love that about you. 'cause there's just more of you to cuddle. and besides! you're healthy for your age and height, so you don't have to worry about it!" he started to smile, hoping it would make patrick too. "it's okay if you're a little chubby," he said, gently poking patrick's stomach, laughing when patrick smacked his hand.
somehow pete's stupid and kind of actually hurtful speech helped patrick feel better. though, he did not know what to say, so he just nodded.
"let's go get lunch, okay? and we'll eat in the hall."
patrick sighed, standing from the bench. "still not hungry though..."
still a lie.
"if you skip lunch, will you promise to eat at home?"
"promise."
"good boy." pete smiled, taking patrick to the cafeteria so he could get food.
~~~
pete smiled, holding patrick close while he waited to get food. "my perfect baby boy," he mumbled into patrick's ear with each step in the line. he wanted patrick to feel better, and though patrick would disagree with him, pete knew he loved the compliments.
~~~
soon enough, pete and patrick were sat in the hallway, patrick leaning against pete while he ate.
patrick would giggle when pete would try to feed him bits of the pizza, accepting it after a moment of it being held out for him. he was starting to feel better and that was clear, which only made pete happier.
-implied- self deprication
-implied- eating disorder//problems with wanting to eat)
"i did it!" patrick smiles, huge and triumphant. "petey, did you see? I did it! I won the game for us!"
pete smiled too, finding it so very adorable how patrick gets so excited when he wins something. especially if it is a sport, considering how awful he usually is. "yeah, baby, I saw!" he chuckled, finding their locker. they had to share one since patrick could never undo his lock.
patrick giggles, waiting patiently for pete to unlock their locker.
"yeah, yeah, you did great." ryan muttered bitterly, rolling his eyes at the excited boy.
"shut up, ross." pete laughed, glancing over at the boy. "you're just pissed 'cause my boy beat your ass out there. thus winning the game for us."
"I'm surprised he didn't get out first considering he's such an easy target."
everyone laughed. pete and patrick did not.
"what's the matter? can't take a joke?" ryan teased further, smirking at the now frowning boy.
patrick averted his eyes, staring down at the floor. "can I get my clothes, please?" he asked, glancing up at pete.
pete nods, giving patrick the clothes from the locker. "I think the stall is open." he smiled, pointing to the stall he usually went into.
patrick always hated changing in front of the other guys. mostly because he was not as small as the others, and he was afraid he would be made fun of more. most of the guys never bothered to comment on it- what did they care? the kid is self-conscious! who cares, right?
"everyone move out of the way! fat ass is coming through!"
ryan cared. but only because he lost to the boy, and so he would make the rest of patrick's day a living hell.
"make another fucking comment like that, ross, and I will beat the shit out of you!" pete growled, glaring over at the scrawny boy laughing at patrick.
"oh will you?" ryan teased, smirking over at pete. he was hoping to be calling a bluff. "I'm surprised he could even fit in that stall well enough to change! surprised he- fuck!" ryan fell back against the lockers, some guys cheering, a few others moving out of the way.
"shut the fuck up!" pete shouted, completely pissed off at this point, just tired of people making fun of patrick. all because he was a sore loser.
"pete, stop!" patrick shouted, frowning at his boyfriend. "stop... it's fine."
reluctantly, pete did step away from the boy, sighing as he just hugged patrick, waiting for everyone to go.
~~~
the bell sounded for lunch a moment later, and everyone ran out. along with a bloody-nosed ryan- which no one really seemed to question.
patrick sighs, staring at the floor as pete finally got changed. he never liked looking at pete change- the more obvious reason was it seemed rude, and the other, he was simply jealous and did not want to see.
"you okay, patty?" pete asked, pulling his shirt on and taking a seat next to patrick.
"'m fine."
pete knew it was a lie, but he did not want to press. "why don't we go ahead to lunch? we could eat in the hall so we don't have to deal with anyone?" he suggested, offering a smile.
"I'm not hungry,"
"but will you still at least try to eat?" pete wrapped an arm around the chubby boy, gently rubbing his side. he knew patrick was lying- he never had breakfast, he was always hungry by lunch.
"I don't want to..."
pete frowned, making patrick look at him. "baby, pay absolutely no attention to ryan, okay? he was just mad because you beat him. you aren't fat. okay, you're chubby, but you know what? I love that about you. 'cause there's just more of you to cuddle. and besides! you're healthy for your age and height, so you don't have to worry about it!" he started to smile, hoping it would make patrick too. "it's okay if you're a little chubby," he said, gently poking patrick's stomach, laughing when patrick smacked his hand.
somehow pete's stupid and kind of actually hurtful speech helped patrick feel better. though, he did not know what to say, so he just nodded.
"let's go get lunch, okay? and we'll eat in the hall."
patrick sighed, standing from the bench. "still not hungry though..."
still a lie.
"if you skip lunch, will you promise to eat at home?"
"promise."
"good boy." pete smiled, taking patrick to the cafeteria so he could get food.
~~~
pete smiled, holding patrick close while he waited to get food. "my perfect baby boy," he mumbled into patrick's ear with each step in the line. he wanted patrick to feel better, and though patrick would disagree with him, pete knew he loved the compliments.
~~~
soon enough, pete and patrick were sat in the hallway, patrick leaning against pete while he ate.
patrick would giggle when pete would try to feed him bits of the pizza, accepting it after a moment of it being held out for him. he was starting to feel better and that was clear, which only made pete happier.
