One Hundred Sleepless Nights

At the first clap of thunder, Pete is jumping out of bed.

By the time lightning flashed, he's darting down the hall.

As the rain began to hit the windows, he's diving into Patrick's bed.

He shuffles his way into the mountains of blankets until he hits something soft. The soft thing makes a noise and-

"Pete, stop putting your face on my ass. I'm trying to sleep."

OhHiPatrick. Pete moves up until he reaches Patrick's face, which is currently stuck in bitch mode. Patrick squints at him, his face suddenly soft and understanding, and runs a hand through Pete's hair.

"What are you doing in here?"

Another roll of thunder sounds, and Pete whimpers, shoving his face into Patrick's shoulder. The blond boy chuckles and pulls more blankets over them.

"Patrick. Patrick. Patrick." Pete babbles.

"Yeah," Patrick says, and kisses the sweet spot behind Pete's ear that instantly shuts the dark haired boy up. "You're so stupid."

"I know."

There's silence for a moment. Pete nuzzles his face farther into the crook of Patrick's neck, whispering.

"I love you."

"I know."