Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Bruises

I woke up, startled and confused by the sound of my phone buzzing next to me.

Pete: Meet in Mr. Blanchard's room stat

There was no time to ask questions, Pete wanted something and boy would I get the cold shoulder today if I didn't just go with it. I snuck across the hall into the bathroom and examined my face in the mirror. Around my eyes was all red and there were little scabs from where bits of glass had dug into my skin. There was a deep cut on the side of my head that had been bleeding pretty badly, it wouldn't be that hard to cover since my hair was a little long right now.

After taking a quick shower to wash the blood from my hair, I threw on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a Nirvana sweatshirt. I could hear my dad snoring from my room and there was no sound of my mom so I quickly slid down the hall and out the door, grabbing my backpack on the way. On my way to school, I finally took a second to check what time it is, 6:45 an hour before school starts. Oh God Wentz, this better be good.

I limped into the school, still sore from my beating last night and rounded the corner. It was the same corner I smacked into my new crush, and I couldn't help but replay it over and over again. The way his soft brown hair fell into his eyes when he reached down to help me up, and how smooth and soft his voice was when he asked if I was okay. I bet he's a good singer, you can often tell from a person's voice. Unless it's Patrick, Pete's favorite person in the world. He is super quiet all the time and always hides behind a newsboys hat that Pete gave him. But damn, he can sing like nobody's business.

As I turned into Mr. Blanchard's music room, I saw Pete and his band spread out across the room. Patrick was sitting criss-cross on a desk as Pete paced back and forth holding a piece of paper that looked as if it had been crumpled and uncrumpled a thousand times. Joe was asleep with a bag of Doritos next to him and Andy, their drummer was sitting at his drum set on his phone.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third there better be a good reason you woke me up at the buttcrack of dawn to come to school which I hate," I yelled as I stepped into the room.

Pete just groaned and continued to pace as he examined the paper, so I looked to Patrick for an explanation. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back to messing with his shoelaces. I looked around the room and took in the details. Joe and Andy were off in their own world, not even paying attention, signaling that they were not heavily involved. Patrick seemed more shrunk back and quiet than he normally did, especially when he's around Pete. And Pete seemed obsessed and frustrated. So the answer was he wrote a new song and he wasn't happy with the way it was going.

"Pete, what's the new song about and why can't Patrick just sing it? You know he's going to sing it better than anyone else." I commented, glancing at Patrick who just seemed to shrink even further into his jacket.

"It's not him, the song needs something else to it. I want you to sing it with 'Trick." Pete gave me the paper and pointed to a highlighted stanza.

The song was good, though I didn't really understand it at the time I was singing it. Patrick began snapping his fingers to get a beat and at his signal, I picked up on the chorus.

"Give me a pen
Call me
Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor in
I wanna blow off steam and
Call me
Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)
But don't let the doctor
Don't let the doctor in"

Pete seemed happy with it, though I didn't really like singing with other people that much, especially with Patrick. His voice was so powerful it was really intimidating to sing with someone who is so incredibly talented.