I Don't Care (Peterick/side Trohley)

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Fourth of July
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t h i r t e e n

"Woohoo, bitches!" Joe yells, passing around the case of beer. Andy politely refuses, as does Patrick, but I take two, handing one to Patrick. We're having a huge party in celebration of us getting a break from tour. We graduate in a week, and I'm nervous. Elisa is nowhere to be found, so I offer him the drink.

"Come on, man. It's not the Fourth of July if you don't drink. Well, unless you're Andy," Andy shoots me a grin but gestures for Patrick to drink it.

"You sure?" He asks Andy.

"Yes, I'm sure, PStump. Just drink it," Patrick looks skeptical, but he nods and drinks it anyways.

Two hours later, we were both drunk out of our minds.

"C-Come on," He pulls me with him around the house, where no one is.

"'Rick, what are you--" He kisses me to stop me from talking, pushing me up against the house. I relax against him and kiss back.

One hand curls around my hip and the other curls around the back of my neck. I like rough Patrick.

I hear a gasp, making me pull back, but Patrick still kisses down my neck. "Oh my gosh, Patrick! You asshole!" Elisa pulls him away from me and slaps him.

"Elisa, it's--" He tries, but she looks at him, eyes filled with disgust.

"Don't you fucking tell me it's not what it looks like," Then she turns to me. "I shouldn't be surprised. How long has this been going on?"

"I, uh, how long have you and Patrick been dating?" She looks astonished and slaps Patrick again. "Don't call me, alright?"

He just stands there and watches her walk off, looking back at me once she's out of sight. "I-I fucked up," He runs a hand through his blue hair. "Really bad,"

"It'll be okay, 'Rick," I try to pat his back, but he just moves, shaking his head.

"She was my girlfriend, Pete. I loved her," I try to ignore the blow my heart takes from that last sentence.

"Yeah, of course you did. That's why you cheated on her with me. I'm about tired of your shit, Patrick," He comes closer to me and raises his fist as I back against the wall. "Do it, Patrick. Hit me," He sighs and hits the wall beside my head instead.

"Fuck you," He snarls and pushes me back against the wall, making me hit my head.

"Ah, shit," I fall to the ground, my hand immediately going to the back of my head. I feel the sticky liquid and see it when I pull my hand back around.

"Fuck, Pete," He sits beside me, moving my hands away from my head.

"Pat-Patrick," I say, giggling.

"Shh, you'll be okay," He takes his shirt off and wraps it around my head.

"You're pretty, Patrick," I touch his ribs, running my hand up and down across his body. He shivers. "I'm tired, Patrick," I yawn.

"No, Pete, fuck. Stay awake for me, baby," He plays with my hair.

"I love you, Patrick," I say as my eyes flutter closed. I expect to hear a faint 'I love you, too,' but I don't.

Instead I hear, "No, Pete, please,"

--

When I wake up, bright lights blind me. I can't say anything, but I hear a familiar voice yelling. Well, it seems familiar.

"What do you mean he might not wake up?!" The voice yells. A guy with blue hair walks into my room, tears staining his face. Even like this, he's gorgeous. "Wait, doctor!" He yells again, going out of the room.