Lullabye (Peterick)

Holy Smokes (Ch. 1)

(this is basically going to be: how many times can I put 'holy smokes' in one chapter)

Pete's P.O.V.

(A.N. let the indie-background/intro-music play)

We've been best friends for years. Back when I was thirteen and he was eleven we would go on adventures to see if we could find the lizard that he'd lost years before. We called it the lost dragon, he was so happy then. But then he was forced to move. Our last goodbyes consisted of 'fuck you's and an 'I hope I never come back.' These words did hurt. After all I had a huge crush on him. I missed him for years. That was until we met back up in high-school. He didn't remember me, I guess that was good for me.

Patrick's P.O.V.

I've been working on this stupid song for days, and for what? I don't even have a band to play it in. The closest I've got is Andy, and I mean, he's Andy, he's basically all I need. I thought about other suggestions for the band as I got ready. My thoughts drifted off. One side of me was thinking of people, the other side was thinking "cardigan vs. leather jacket?" Being the shy guy I was, I picked the cardigan, I was known for being a softie, and I wanted to keep it that way for the last few weeks of school. I mean, the last person I wanted to be was Brendon, the hardcore douche. Take that anyway you will. Sure he had good looks, bu-

Holy smokes, 6:54, I'm gonna be late.

I ran downstairs to see my mom and some guy getting at it, I covered my face and walked pass them while I grabbed my keys. I waved the keys as I walked out so that they knew I was leaving. I hopped in my car and did the one thing that I always do first: turn on music. Today I felt quite rebellious, so I put on Blink-182. And started my 30 minute drive to hell- I mean school- no I don't.

By the time I got there it was 7:23, I have time, as long as no one gets to me before I get to class. Which by the way the day was already going, I know some dickhead would find me. And I was right.

"Hey, nice sweater, is it cashmere, fag?" someone yelled out. "Matter of fact it is." I muttered to myself. I looked behind me to see Brendon and his little slaves, Ryan (Ross), Pete, Frank, and Mikey. Yeah, sure you can say what you want about Ross and Mikey, but Pete, Frank, and Urie will beat your ass in a matter of seconds.

I tried to walk faster, but knowing all of them and the entirety of the school, they would catch up fast because they could just push through the crowed. I got stopped by Brendon leaning on the locker right in front of me. "What 'cha running from, Stump?" Brendon evilly grinned. I heard whispers of, "Why do we do this?" and the grand response was: "Because Bden is allowed to, Wentz."

"So, I heard you're new." he smirked. "I-I've been here for about two weeks. I'm not that new." I stuttered, I stutter when I'm scared, so what. "Looks like you need a new welcoming then." He yelled out to his little slaves. "We have geometry together right?" "I-I th-think." I wasn't quite sure where he was going with this. "Give me last nights homework, I forgot about mine and I don't want to fail, Stump." I didn't even finish it. Holy smokes, I didn't want to end up in the hospital The last thing I need is my mom babying me.

I looked in my backpack to give me some time to think of what to do.

And I'll make this clear now, I'm completely trash at making decisions.

I zipped up my backpack as Brendon stared at me, "Well?" he spoke. I looked around as people started to disappear to their classes. At this point my brain was cluttered. I did the only thing that I could think at the time.

Run.

I ran past everyone, which wasn't easy since I'm not an athletic kid. I ran right as I heard calls of "get him". You would think this would be really exciting, all because I could get away easily because I have a car and I could drive? Well, you're wrong. The only way to get to my car is through the front, and the only way to get to the front is to pass by Brendon and the slaves. So all I could do is run to the gym, out the doors, then try and run to my car. At this point I was trying so hard not to turn around to see my death coming, but I was close to the gym.

I could almost touch the gym doors, that was until I felt a tug on my shirt and I collapsed. I was dead. Or at least I was wishing I was just to make this go faster. I felt someone climb over me. Probably Brendon, getting ready to kill me. "Holy smokes, it was only homework, man! It's not the end of the world." I said squeezing my eyes shut. "Get up, dude. I'm saving your ass." I opened my eyes to see Pete. "Why should I trust you?" I asked. He could tell I was slowly backing up trying to get away. As soon as I reached the doors I heard shouts from Brendon.

"Just do!" Pete yelled as he picked me up and ran.

Pete had me sitting on his back as he held my legs, I stared down at Pete as he ran. His eyes would glow from time to time, this was exciting to him, I could tell from both his eyes and the wide smile on his face.

Pete knew this school like the back of his hand. Sure he was a sophomore like me, but he has been at this school longer. I just moved. My parents said we lived here before, but I don't quite remember. Pete seemed a little older, well, either that or he just hit puberty earlier since he could probably grow a full beard. By the time I snapped out of it, we were at his car. "Sorry I didn't know where your car was. I'll drive you to my house, they shouldn't find you there. And just to sell it, text Brendon from my phone telling him that I watched you drive away and I'm following." he handed me his phone and got up in his truck. "You getting in?" he yelled from the driver's seat. I ran over to the other side and got in.

He was like me, he got in, turned on the radio, and then got his seat belt on. "Sorry, you can change it if you don't like them." he put in a Blink-182 album. After a few minutes of listening he turned down the radio and smiled, "Either you are really scared or shy, or you actually like good music. And taking it by your singing, you really like this band." "Shoot, I didn't even realize-"

"Don't worry, you have an amazing voice. Have you ever thought of making music?" he would look at me every few seconds to make sure I was listening to him. Little did he know I was listening to everything he said. I always did, that was probably the only good thing about being shy and quiet. "Always." I said under my breath. "What was that?" he said, his eyes were sparkling. "Nothing. Are we almost there?" I lied. "Yup, in about 4 minutes." He

smiled. He was kind of cute.

Pete's P.O.V.

He was absolutely adorable. But I'm straight, right. I mean, it's just the way his blond hair falls in his face, his fedora, and his- his- every-fucking-thing. But I like girls, and girls only. I mean I've slept with a lot of them, at least that's the rumor, in reality I'm still a lonely virgin. Fuck, I bet Stump has gotten more action than me. I wish I could just disappear right now. "Pete. You stopped the car like 10 minutes ago, you can get out now." Patrick gripped my shoulder to know he was still there. "Oh, yeah. Welcome to my not-so-humble abode." I smiled as I got out of the car.

I lead him inside and showed him around, it's a good thing that both of my parents are gone on a business trip. I wouldn't want them to think that I actually like him. I'm honest with them, and they care, the only thing is that they can tell when I like someone. It happened with my first girlfriend Ashlee.

"You wanna play some Mario Kart?" I lead him to my room.

"You have a flat screen in your room?" he yelled. "You don't?" I laughed. He was speechless. The silence was killing me. He was thinking, he looked serious, but no one could really take him seriously because of his adorable face.

"So, how about that Mario Kart?"