I Do I Did

Four

"Hey, Pat."

Brendon called out as he walked into Patrick's room.

He had his brush and his sissors ready in his bag. Prepared to cut the mess that was his best friend's hair.

Patrick still hasn't moved. But Brendon wasn't just going to leave him. Like some people did. He sat in the seat and sighed.

"Pete hasn't been here in a year. He claims he had to move on. That he was becoming unhealthy again. "

Brendon spat the words angrily. He took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Ryan and I are putting a pause on our engagement again. Well actually, I threw the ring out of the window yesterday. He found it though. I just can't believe he's still friends with Pete after he left you. All that bullshit talk of loving you forever no matter what."

Brendon dug in His bag and pulled out the brush.

"I wish he would have been the one seriously hurt in that accident. I wish he was lying in a damn bed for years. Missing his favorite shows and shit."

He lifted the scissors.

"It's time for you to wake the fuck up. I haven't gone out in forever. I need a drink and a night on the town with my best friend. I bought this really cute outfit yesterday and it needs to be worn."

He was silent for a while.

"Patrick, I'm so angry. I hate having all this anger balled up inside of me. Ryan suggested I take kick boxing classes to let it out. I'd like to kick box his ass."

He laughed sadly at his own joke.

"I hate Pete so much. I'm starting to think it was never love at first site at all. He probably just wanted you to move in so he could use you for sex and stuff. And now that he can't, he's over it."

Brendon sat the scissors in his lap. He was so worked up that he didn't even feel like cutting hair. He wanted to cut something else. Like Pete's throat.

"Pat, just know I'll never leave you. I don't care what happens! You hear me?"

A knock at the door made Brendon turn his head. Joe.

"C-Can I come in?"

"I don't know. Ask Patrick."

Joe rolled his eyes and walked into the room.

"You really don't have to be a dick to me. I didn't do anything."

"Joe, I don't know why you're always trying to explain yourself me. I'm never going to like you again."

"Brendon-"

"Bitch, don't say my name!" He snapped. "You got engaged to your best friend's high school sweetheart. You can't be trusted."

"That was-"

"I don't care how long ago it was. A zebra never changes it's spots."

"Y-You mean a leopard?" Joe's brow furrowed.

"I mean you're a piece of shit and I don't like you."

"Brendon-"

"How can you call yourself a friend?"

"Brendon-"

"I think you're scum-"

"Brendon shut the fuck up! Look!"

Joe pointed to Patrick. His hand was raised slightly. He was holding up two shaky fingers. The rest of his body was just as still as ever.

"Holy shit!" Brendon screamed.

"Does that mean like peace out or something? Like he's saying goodbye to us?"

Brendon turned to stare at Joe in disbelief.

"It means he's getting better you fucking idiot. Go get a nurse!"

"Okay. Okay." Joe ran from the room.

Brendon stood over Patrick's bed and rubbed the hair back from his face.

"I see you, Patrick. We see you. Hang in there." He whispered.