Mistake {AU}

III: King For A Day

Patrick
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I slack behind while Rachael and my mom head towards her room to try on some new clothes. Plus I was expecting someone, that person being my twin brother.

Assuming that since I couldn't remember being with Rachael when I was younger, my mom must've been talking about him, my twin. I told Rachael that I didn't remember her, which is true, but didn't tell her that the person she was with was my brother. I'm pretty sure that if my mom wanted to tell Rachael about him, she would've.

The reason she probably wouldn't tell her is mainly that he's not exactly the best person in the world. When we were younger, he was the definition of the best child ever; but he changed. Or so my mom thinks. I've been hiding the fact that my brother had been doing drugs and alcohol and stuff along those lines since he was thirteen, and started stealing since he was ten. He was a troubled person, but hid it well. I always thought that maybe he'd just realize how his life would end up if he continued down that rode, but didn't.
My brother, Pete, kinda sorta murdered someone, execution style.

Which is why we never really mention him, like, ever.

He got out of jail due to an 'unfair trial'. Apparently the prosecution didn't have or give the right information, which, I guess, affected the jury's decision?

He's actually coming over around now... What? I'm trying to be nice to him. Pete's homeless and alone all the time, and I'm his brother! Pete'll be over only for a little bit, just for some food, and he'll be on his way.

I hear a knock on the front door and look around to see if mom or Rachael were around. Since they weren't, I opened the door and ushered Pete in. We quickly walked to my room. I had already brought some food up there for him.

Me and Pete make small talk and, eventually, his eyes look towards the drum set. Pete gets up and sits himself down on a stool behind the drums.

"Pete-" I start.

"Patrick! I haven't played in.. A long time! Please?" Pete picks up the drum sticks.

I heave a sigh and say ok. Pete then takes his shirt off, because he said quote, "I'll get sweaty." At least he looked good shirtless, unlike me.

He taps the drums once, just to test out the sound. I was scared that Rachael and mom would most likely hear it, but they'd probably assume I'm the one playing, right?

Pete suddenly starts full blown playing the drums. His passion for it seams to be worn on his sleeve, or his arm..since he's shirtless.

I hear footsteps heading towards my room. My eyes widen and I run to hide in my closet without Pete noticing, since he was just consecrating on the drums. The door flies open and I hear someone, that person being Rachael, mutter What The Fuck?

I hear Pete wolf whistle and the movement of Pete getting up.

Uh oh..

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Oooooooh Patrick

Sorry that this is a filler, and thanks for 35+!! I'll start working on the next chapter ASAP!

Life's a bitch, don't quit ✌🏽