That's Fucked Up

7 Minutes (Part 1)

One loud night in LA, there was a jammin party that everyone who was anyone attended. There was loud music, flashing lights, and lots of alcohol.

Sitting around in a hella huge circle was Patrick, Pete, Joe, Andy, Andy, Ashley, Jinxx, CC, Jake, Oli, Matt, Kellin, Gabe, Justin, Jack, Vic, Jamie. Mike, Tony, Brendon, Ryan, Spencer, and Dallon.

'Why did I agree to play with these lunatics?' Patrick thought as it was his turn to spin the bottle. The bottle starts to slow, and just his luck, it stops on Pete.

He's had a small crush on Pete for a while now, and ever since they got to the party, alcohol buzzing in everyone's system, Patrick hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of him.

He looked good tonight, dressed in dark skinny jeans and a Leathermouth t-shirt. His newly blonde hair is kinda weird, but doesn't hurt his appearance either.

"Come on 'Trick." Pete said, pulling Patrick to the nearest closet that has been used for the past few rounds of the game.

Inside the dark closet, Pete lets out a breath.

"So 'Trick, " Pete says, and Patrick can't see his expression. " Let's get down to it."

He pins Patrick against the wall painfully. "How many lungs are you up to now? 16? 20 lung? Huh?! Do you know that innocent people are missing lungs because of you?" Pete accuses.

What? How does he know about that? I'll kill the fucker who told and steal their lungs too.

"Pete, what are you talking about?" Patrick says feigning innocence. "You know fully well what I'm talking about Patrick! This needs to stop."

"You don't understand. It's the only way I can sing like I can. My soul voice, comes from all my lungs."

"No, Trick, you don't know what you're talking about."

If he doesn't shut up soon, I'll have to take Pete's lungs too. Dammnit Pete, don't make me do something I don't want to do.

"Pete.."

The door opens and the closet is flooded with light.

"We will finish this later." Pete says brushing past me out of the closet.

The end.