Lullabye (Peterick)

The Plan (Ch. 3)

Pete's P.O.V.

As soon as Patrick left I started to plan out things. That was my phone went off I jumped and screamed so loud I heard my neighbors scream. I checked my phone and it was a text from Brendon.

Beebo: Hey, um, could you possibly help me out with something?

Me: Uh, sure, dude, what's up?

It took him a few minutes to type, so I just sat there patiently.

Beebo: This is kind of hard for me to say but, and please just be cool about this, please, but I think I'm falling in love with Ross. Don't get me wrong, I love girls to hell, but lately all I've been able to think about is him. And the way he fills those tight jeans just hits me so hard, dude. So I possibly wanted help asking him out or something. And if not, or if things go wrong, could you help me get passed him? Please dude, I need help.

All of this pretty much came as a total surprise to be since he's always bragging about how many "bitches" he's tagged last week, but at the same time I was relieved as fuck since I was practically in the same boat as him. I saw my chance to make things work out for both of us.

Me: Really, dude? I mean, that's great. Cool. And yeah I kinda feel you. I kind of have something like that, too. You know that Stump kid? Input your story, but with me and him.We sorta hung out for a bit and he literally took my breath away, dude. I swear with a wave of his hand, he could make my seas turn to sand. He was so chill, too. And please, don't be mad, I know you like to mess with him.

Beebo: Oh my god dude, what the fuck? Wait no, no. Th-that's fine. But anyways, do you really understand? And would you really help me? And bro, do me another solid, you cannot tell Ross.

Me: Yeah dude I'll help. And I won't tell Ross if you promise not to tell Patrick.

Beebo: I don't talk to that douc- him anyways, but I don't know, I kinda wanted to tell Ross how I feel. Do you think we're good for each other?? I don't know if you've seen it, but the way he looks at me makes me shake. He is just so god damn perfect

Me: Sure. But I'm gonna pitch you an idea. What if I set up a group date thing? Like details to be worked out but does that sound alright? 

Beebo: Um yeah yeah, yes it does. And one more thing, what could you possibly see in Stump?

Me: Dude lay the fuck off, I could say the same thing about Ross. But hey I gotta go feed the beasts, and by that I mean my dog and I. We're dying. See ya, dude.

Beebo: Pete, you're a fucking life saver. And yeah, I'll be praying for this to work, thanks dude, bye.

Holy shit. I just basically pulled a rabbit out of a hat, that was amazing. But no, I was starving, pizza was the obvious choice. Wow, I wish teleportation was a real thing. If I could teleport pizza into my mouth there would be heaven on my earth.

I'd probably teleport something else in my mouth, but we're not there yet.

Patrick's P.O.V.

It took about 5 minutes to get back home, I never knew that Pete lived so close. I mean, we live in the middle of fucking nowhere, so it's kind of surprising to see people.

"Patrick. Martin. Stump." yelled out a voice I haven't heard in a long-ass-time. "Kevin!" I threw my bag to the ground and ran in for a hug.

"I sure missed that at camp." he whispered in my ear. Tears were already starting to well up. He stopped hugging me and held onto my shoulders. "You may notice now that I have no bags." he sighed as I nodded along. "Understand me, please." he paused, I could tell that this was hard for him, mostly because of my mother crying in the window.

"I'm being transported. They let me out for a day to tell you guys.I have the ankle monitor to prove it." he wiped away his tears. "They're taking me to Ohio, so not the worst, but I'm still away from you guys, so not as many visits at the camp. I'll be there for about 20 years. So I'll eventually find a way to fit in."

It was silent for a while, that was until his ankle monitor started going off. "Don't worry, it's just a warning telling me that they'll be here soon to pick me up. So much for having a life." he tried to laugh a bit, but I could tell that it was hard.

We said our goodbyes as the van pulled up. He joked about the possible psychopaths before they slammed the door and drove off.

Now, I know what most of you are thinking: 'why the fuck is he in jail?' Well, long story short, there's a reason we moved here: too many drug dealers at our old place. Druggies pissed off Kevin, and since they wouldn't go away, he made them go away.

So much for that brotherly school thing.

(A/N Thank my wonderful co-writer on Pete's part. He'll be helping out a lot more. I'm excited. Btw: I'm Cassie and the better writer is Drew. So if we have note's we'll make sure you know who's who. -C)