To Hate is to Love

•10• Kiss me you animal

A/N: nice long chapter for ya, but that's probly from the uh *cough cough* smut *cough* soooo....yeah have fun with that.
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[Joe]

Another week, another college related headache. It's not so bad really, just boring as hell. Patrick keeps texting during class, probably Pete, Frank still stares at Gerard from across the room like a fucking creep, and me? I just kinda gaze at the board and pretend I know what Hoppus is talking about.

There's a bit of good news: Patrick and I got B+ on our assignment, which is awesome because all we did was fuck around and glue pieces of paper to each other. Frank got an A though, one of the highest grades in the class.

Some more good news: I think Patrick and Pete finally hooked up, but I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not. So we'll just call that semi-good news. It's hard to tell with those two, they're crushing on each other but neither will admit to it. Pete will get super protective and possessive over Patrick but always says something like 'I don't like him like that' or 'I only like him as a friend' which is bullshit. But at the same time I'm not really surprised, Pete's always been that way. That's how I could tell if he liked someone. He did the same thing with that Ashlee chick, which didn't end well, and the same thing with Mikey, which also didn't end well, and those other people who I refuse to mention only because I can't remember who they all were.

When Pete falls for someone, he falls hard and sometimes it's so bad that he can't get back up. I helped patch him up and I helped with the aches and pains, but the more something shatters, the harder it gets to pick up the pieces and put it back together.

Pete is as fragile as it gets but he sees it as a weakness and covers it up by yelling and fighting, giving the appearance of being tough and strong. But he's not, he's broken and needs friends. Without people like me and Patrick, he'd probably be dead. As much as I hate to say that, it's the truth. He needs reasons to keep himself going and if I know him like I think I do, then Pete's running out of reasons.

[Frank]

I never held up my end of the deal, the one where I tell Gerard how I feel about him and Patrick tells Pete what we did about three weeks ago? Yeah, that one. I'm sure you're probably wondering what happened so let's just say that a certain person (Patrick) and this other guy (me) got drunk (not really, that's just how we pretend we weren't conscious of what we were doing) at this party over at Gabe's place. We maybe played this stupid party game (we totally played a stupid party game) and Patrick and I ended up doing...stuff (fucking) in the upstairs bathroom. It shouldn't matter now though because Patrick didn't meet Pete until after that happened. We promised never to fuck each other again because we didn't really like each other that way but, damn, was Patrick a great fuck.

[Patrick]

Pete decided to stay at my dorm while I was in class because he didn't want to sit out in the heat and wait for me. Which was fine because I never asked him to sit on my car and wait for me in the first place.

After class ended, I said my goodbyes to Frank and Joe before I slung my bookbag over my shoulder and left the classroom, eventually leaving out the double doors and hopping into my car. I get to the place that I call my home for the moment and head inside.

"Pete?" I call out as I toss my bag on the floor. No answer. So I call out his name a second time.

"What! What! What happened?!" He shouts, running out of the kitchen as if I just screamed 'fire'. With a spoon in his hand.

"Nothing. What's with the spoon?"

He looks down at his hand, probably forgetting that he had it. "Oh, I was making a bowl of cereal." Then he turned back into the kitchen and grabbed his bowl of Apple Jacks, walking out and sitting on the coffee table dangerously close to the TV.