Now I'm Just Numb

Chapter 6

Patrick's pov

I wake up with a start. Where am I?

My hands frantically pat around for my glasses. I find them beside me and put them on. I'm in a bed...

Oh of course! I'm at Pete's house. Relief floods over my panic, extinguishing it. Grogigly I climb out of bed. I notice I've the same clothes on as from yesterday, even my boots.

I shuffle outside and towards the noises in the kitchen. On opening the door I see Pete  in a flurry of kitchen appliances running around sweating.

"Hay, your up!" He calls when he sees me. "Yup," I deadpan and take a seat at his counter. Pete then hands me a glass of water and smiles.

I look at it and frown "Why?" Pete chuckles "You've always been a lightweight so that's for your hangover."

"Oh yeah." I say and drink a mouthful.

Normally Pete is right it doesn't take much for me to get drunk and have awful hangovers but right now...

I don't.

My head is fine if not better. Maybe it help-No, its probably just getting a good nights sleep. I shake off and drink another mouthful out of politeness.

"So what's cooking?" I say breaking my silence and Pete's madness.

"Pancakes, pattycakes!" He says cheerfully and loads a pan with batter. Is he doing what I think he's doing...

Pete jerks his pan up and the batter flies upward and sticks to the celling. He looks up "Oh crap, how'm I gonna get that down?"

I can't help but smile "Dude just eat it off the celling." Pete turns his head to me and back. I'm pretty sure he saw my smile and is happy about it.

10 minutes and a broom later we get the pancake down! OK, ok for most people it would've  been quicker but we're small guys.

Pete begins to pull the pan from the oven with a develish grin on his face.

"No don't you think about that," I say with many hand gestures.

"Pete laughs "I was just kidding," and sets it back onto the oven. It isn't much longer until I'm served a steaming pile of pancakes. The smell is brilliant.

I tuck in straight away while Pete sits across from me with a triumphant look on his face. We joke for a few minutes until his tone changes and he looks down intently at his food.

Pete's pov

I look down at my food.

I don't want to tell him, Patricks doing so well today. I mean he smiled! Fricking SMILED!!

I think thats so much progress. He's had at least two pancakes so diet won't be much of a problem but he didn't have a hangover this morning...

Can you suddenly build up a tollerence?

I sigh and look at him. Trick has slowed down his eating. "What do you need to tell me?" He asks softly. I look at his eyes.- they seem tired and a little sad but nothing that can't be fixed.

Do it Wentz, get it over with! "Um," I begin "Well, ok so Elisa has kind of left."

"What?!" He says dropping his fork.

"Yeah, no one knows where she is, severed the ties with us-" "with me," Patrick gets in. "Look Trick don't let this get to you, she can-" the doorbell rings interrupting my comforting.

"Back in a sec," I say and run to the door and open it. Oh thank god! "Hey Pete," "Hey Brendon!"