Look me in the eyes, can you see my soul? (Peterick)

Out the back door, god damn, but I love her anyway

As you guys can tell I was listening to Panic! At the disco while writing this....

Patrick's P.O.V

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

No.

He doesn't know. You'll be okay. Be normal.... "About what?" Good, that's normal. Right?
He sighs and releases his grip on my wrist. He runs his hands through his hair and makes a frustrated sound. "It's Rose-" Of course.

Ha. Idiot.

"-She just, she is making me so confused lately." I do the only thing I can do at the moment. I help him. He is my best friend, if I make him happy I'll be happy.

Riiiiiight. Think that over again, champ. Have you seen your condition?

Shut it.

"Do what you think is right. Whether it's confronting her about it or waiting she's your- girlfriend." That's.....decent advice. He gives me a thanks and a small smile. Then, he's gone.

That's all he wanted. Help.

That's what you need.

I know.

Pete's P.O.V (boom mother fuckers ;3)

I decide to use 'Trick's advice. I'm going to confront her. She's been very hesitant lately and avoids me. I miss her more than ever now. I grab my phone and click on her contact information. The phones rings.

And rings. And rings. And rings.

I throw my phone in frustration, it hits the wall and the parts scatter. God damn. I hear the sound of blankets moving and Patrick emerges from his bunk. He looks at me and sighs. "She didn't answer did she?" I shake my head no and he sighs again. He comes over and guides us towards the couch. We sit and he just stares. I look at him in confusion. A small smile plays on his lips and he sings "Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson are you nasty?" This makes me snort, which soons turns to full on laughing. Me and Patrick made this joke about Rose, which she didn't like very much. Her last name is Jackson, so whenever she comes over at least one of us sings "Miss Jackson" to annoy her.

After a few minutes of laughter we settle down. "Thanks 'Trick." He looks me in the eyes and smiles. "No." What? "What do you-" He shakes his head. "Thanks Pete." He's been a little distant latelty. Is something wrong? "Are you okay 'Trick? Like really okay." He nods. "You're my bestfriend, I need to thank you sometimes. So, thanks Pete." I nod, though I didn't do anything.

"You're welcome Patrick, you're welcome."

Patrick's P.O.V

You don't understand, without you I would be dead. I wouldn't be trying to survive another day, hoping you would randomly confess your love to me. Without you I wouldn't want to be perfect. I would still be the same as before. You break me, yet make me whole.

Thanks Pete.

Okay I am obsessed with how he says "Thanks Pete" and the song "Miss Jackson" so I put them into this chapter....it's crap but, eh. It's late and I wanted to go ahead and post this. Love you guys!~burntfailsafe~