One HELL of a good time (Peterick)

Messages and Memories

~Pete's POV~

I woke up to silence. An eerie silence. I sat up from where I had laid on the floor overnight and leaned against my bed.

My parents must of been at work by now. Or one had passed out while the other left...

I looked at the floor around me. I could of sworn that something was different... My mind flashed the memory of my throwing the pill bottle and scattered pills last night. Looking around, however, the floor was clean. I looked around confused. That didn't make sense... I know I didn't dream that...

I stood and looked around. I couldn't even see the pill bottle. It couldn't of been my parents, they would have screamed their lungs out at me and each other before even doing anything about the pills. Where had they gone?..

My eyes stopped scanning the room when my eyes rested on my desk. There was a pill bottle sitting there. I hesitated as I walked over. I didn't leave it there... It had been somewhere on the floor...

As I got closer, I noticed a piece of paper next to the pill bottle. This wasn't right. I grabbed the paper and looked at the scrawled writing.

Pete,

Please, don't hurt yourself. I'm sorry if my flame caused you pain.

Please be okay.

There was a scribbled signature that I couldn't fully make out. 'I'm sorry if my flame caused you pain' what was that supposed to mean? Was it the demon?.. 'Please be okay.' There was that message again, but why would a demon care?..

What was any of this?..

I reached for the bottle and shook it. The pills were there. I set it back down on my desk and looked back at the note. Looking closer at it, I noticed singe marks along the edges. It was almost as if the paper had been burned slightly.

"What is this?.." I asked out loud softly. I bit my lip, looking at the paper.

This was weird...

I set the paper back down on my table and cried out when it burst into flames. I fell back, falling on my ass, as the flame quickly died down and faded. I sat on the floor, breathing heavily as I looked up at my desk. I slowly rose to my feet and looked over at my desk.

All that was left was a scorch mark. The paper was completely gone. The longer I looked at the paper, the more I began to shake.

What the fuck was happening!?..

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~Brendon's POV~

I stretched out on my bed, twirling my phone in my hands. I was worried about Pete... He hasn't called, so I hoped he was alright...

"Beeboooooo!" There was a tapping noise on my window.

I looked over and smiled to see Ryan waving eagerly. I laughed and rolled off my bed to get to the window.

"Hey, you know there's a thing called a front door, right?" I asked after popping my window open and leaning on the windowsill.

He just leaned over and kissed me. "Windows are more romantic." He smiled sweetly when he pulled away.

I rolled my eyes and extended my hand to him and helped lift him into my room. I fell back and he fell on top of me, laughing. He pressed his lips against mine once again. I laughed through our connection, rolling onto my side and ran my fingers through his hair.