Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

33 - Birthday

Pete's POV

It was the morning of Patrick's seventeenth birthday. Part of my wanted to wake him like the excited younger brother even though I was older. Andy was seventeen just before we moved in together, then me a few months later, now Patty and then Joe in about three months. I woke up at about half past eight and looked over to Patrick. He was sound asleep. His hair was messy and his lips slightly parted, facing me. He had lost maybe five pounds in a few days. He had cut a lot of the junk food completely out of his diet and did a lot of working out. He was actually doing really well. We had got all the stuff recorded that we wanted to and we were all really happy with it. What Patrick didn't know was that as well as recording the music like he'd wanted to for ages, we'd spent months saving up for a new guitar for him. The one he was using was second hand and not that great. Knowing he would be asleep for at least another three hours, I go and get Andy to help me get the box with the guitar in from under my bed to the music room. We were gonna put it on his stand and suggest band later on. He would probably be up for it as it was Patrick and he loved what he did. We had got him cards obviously and some other small things. 

I knock on Andy and Joe's door and hear Joe moan after being woken up. Andy comes and opens the door. 
"Want to do it now?"
"Yeah, he's out for at least another three hours" I tell him. With Joe's bed being directly in front of the door, I could see him looking at me.

"Who is it?" He asks sleepily.
"I don't freaking know. Who do you think?" Ah, Andy's sarcasm was great. "Who do we live with I wonder" Joe was such an idiot when he was tired, oh my God. Andy leaves him to go back to sleep and helps me move Patrick's new guitar. Afterwards, me and Andy stood in the kitchen while the kettle boiled. We talked about things we wanted to do with the band in the future. We often talked about this. We were going to release our first EP kinda thing in two weeks. I gave Andy his coffee and we sat at the table. I was quiet in the house, apart from Patrick's snoring I could hear even from the kitchen. He was wheezing slightly but he always did. I was still worried about him. I was just... I felt like a father who's son was slightly ill. This must have been what Patrick's dad had felt like for the last year. He had watched his son gain ten stone, give himself asthma and nearly diabetes, have various asthma attacks and a heart attack. I couldn't imagine what his dad had felt in the past year. At least now he was getting better, losing weight and turning a lot healthier than he was before. Andy and I have conversations about what we would do in the future. Joe emerges at around eleven when me and Andy were watching tv. He was still sleepy. There had be no movement from Patrick, only his quiet snoring. He didn't really get out of bed that early nowadays. 

By the time Patrick wakes up, we had already finished our lunch. it was quarter to two. He enters the lounge, rubbing his eyes and yawning. 
"Happy Birthday sleepy head!" I jump up and hug him tightly. The other boys join me and when Patrick starts wheezing, we stop. 
"Thanks guys" He smiled at us. We hand him the cards and the small gifts we had got him. We got him a new light brown fedora, a new capo since he broke his when he smashed the head stock of his guitar, it was old anyway and a few other things. He put the hat on his messy hair and grinned and Joe took a picture that we all laughed at afterwards. He was such a dork. 

After the afternoon was getting on a bit, Joe was fidgeting a lot and Patrick kept looking at him. He had never suggested band today.
"Are you okay Joe?" He asks him.
"Yeah. We just haven't played in a while" Subtle Joe, subtle. 
"Do you wanna go and play a bit now guys?" We all nod. Patrick leads the way down the hall, his feet treading heavily on the carpeted floor. He swung the door open and laid his eyes on the new guitar. 
"Oh... My...God... Was this you guys?" He says, looking around. We all nod and a big grin spreads across his face. It was worth it to see him smile. He pulls us all into a hug.
"Thank you guys so much, really. You're amazing." He goes over to his new instrument, picking it up gently, putting the strap over his shoulder. I jump forward and plug it in for him and hand him a pic. He played the start of Sugar, We're Going Down. It had amazing sound. A smile spread across his face.