We'll Go Down in History [Peterick]

Chapter 7 ~ I'm not thinking of Patrick. Pshh

Patrick's POV:

I woke up the next day and my damn, my head hurt as shit. How much did I have to drink? I don't remember much. I don't even remember how I got to my room.

Shaking it off, I went to my bathroom and looked for some medicine in the dark, since the lights blinded me. I laid back down on my bed for another 15 minutes before getting up to eat.

I open my door with my eyes closed since I'm still trying to wake up. I walk forward and run into the door.

My eyes snap open and the door is still in front of me. I trying turning the handle but the door was locked. How the hell did I manage to lock myself in my room, while drunk?

I start banging my fists on the door for someone to open the door since I have no idea where the key is. Soon I hear footsteps coming down the hallway and the sound of a key in the lock. The door opens and I am greeted by Brendon.

"Hey, how's your morning?" Brendon asks cheerfully.

"Ugh, I'm already done and I just woke up." He lets out a small chuckle. "Can I ask you a question, do you know how I locked myself in my room?" He laughs before responding.

"Oh yeah, I did that. Sorry."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't stop talking."

"So the only explanation was to lock me up?"

"Well I had to. You were confessing your love to Pete." He whispered.

"What?" I whispered back. He stepped into my room closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, you were saying how you're only with Tyler so you can get over him but you still love him. I practically dragged you away from him."

"Oh god, he probably thinks I'm a freak! He knows I love him! Brendon, what am I going to do?"

"Well, he doesn't know for sure you like him. He was weirded out so he might ask you about it. But stay calm. Act casual, k? Everything will be fine." He says as he pulls me into a slight hug.

I nod still trying to process everything. Can't wait to face him.

"Come on, let's go have breakfast." Brendon says heading for the door. I follow him and I see empty beer bottles scattered everywhere. I hope the entire time, Pete won't be there but nope, he's there eating wallfles on his phone.

I quickly collect myself before going in the kitchen.

"Morning." I mumble.

"Oh hey there. You doing good?" He asks. I nod my head in response, too embarrassed to look at him.