Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 9

Joe's POV:

I layed in my bed just thinking. I missed Andy, I missed him so much but I didnt deserve him. We haven't talked in ages, because I left. I left him, for him. I knew I was slowly breaking him apart. I knew I hurt him. I knew he could do better than me. We haven't officially broken up but it's better this way. It's better for him besides he wouldn't want me back anyway and I'm not going to protest.

I got snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the door open. Pete stood there with a big grin. Only his head peaking through it.

'Goodmorning Joe, today is the day. You're coming out of your room!' He smiled and I sighed.

I was already dressed so I got out of bed and I hesistantly walked to the door. Pete looked at me, his eyes shining and this huge grin plastered on his face.

'What is it Pete' I chuckled.

'Close your eyes' he ordered and so I did.

'Open them'

I opened my eyes and I saw him holding this beautiful acoustic guitar. He handed it over to me.

'Is, is this for me?'

'You can borrow it, as long as you're here, now come lets go jam outside. It's a beautiful day today' he smiled as he dragged me out of my room.

We were outside and I saw a beautiful bass next to our chairs. I sat down and gently placed the guitar on my lap and started strumming. I played a song that I had written myself. Just the guitar, no singing. It was just me with my guitar and I havent felt this good in months. It was like all my problems were out the window for a while and I liked it. I looked over to Pete who was playing his bass, chiming in on my song with a smile across his face. I couldn't be more gratefull.

We probably sat there for hours when something popped up in my head. Wasn't he supposed to work than playing some music with me for so long?.

'Pete, shouldn't you work or something than waisting your time on me? I questioned.

'It's my day off' he smiled.

'But why'd you come here, why did you come to work?'

'Nah making music isn't work, besides I knew this would help you. I can't say no to a jamming session. It's a lot more fun than being home alone' he explained.

I started to strum again and just playing away when I looked up, I saw a tiny boy standing in the doorway. Looking at us. It was like he was enjoying it. A small smile crept onto his face. I stopped playing.

'Pete, is that Patrick behind you' I had never seen him, just heard him. But when Pete turned around Patrick was gone. He looked like a sweet kid. He was very small and thin. His blond hair sticking in all places. Maybe I should ask him to play with me sometime?