Sanity (Peterick)

9

Pete's POV

That night I kept waking up, hour after hour because Patrick kept waking up to throw up. I guess I'm quite a light sleeper because he honestly wasn't making that much noise. I tried my best not to get annoyed though, I knew it wasn't his fault

I truthfully don't care if I get sick from being around him. I love his company too much.

We both woke up at a decent time, despite the lack of sleep. I had some breakfast with the guys, and I made made sure to bring Patrick a bagel. It took some convincing, but I finally got him to eat it. He thankfully didn't throw up after he ate, which was good.

A little bit into the afternoon, Brendon and Ryan decided to drop by. None of us had appointments today, we're just good friends.

"Hi guys, guess what we brought?" Brendon said excitedly. The both of them walked in with some Christmas bags. Me and Patrick were both sitting on Patrick's bed and they both decided to sit right next to us.

"Early Christmas gifts!" Ryan said. He took out some really neatly wrapped presents, two of them. He passed them out to us.

"Thank you guys, this is so sweet," Patrick said.

"Yeah dudes, this is awesome,"

"Go ahead and open them," Brendon said bouncing up and down in excitement.

I opened mine and it was a knitted sweater. But I guess Brendon doesn't know how to knit very well. It was kind of falling apart and crooked. Not to mention, the color combos were terrible. Reds and browns and yellows and green, all stitched together. Patrick got a sweater too, almost identical to mine.

If course I could never tell Brandon how ugly the sweaters actually were, so I went along with it, pretending I loved it. After all, they were hand knitted.

"Me and Ryan knitted them for you, for the Christmas party! We thought since you guys don't really get a chance to shopping very much, we would make you some new fancy clothes for the party,"

Patrick looked at me. The kind of look that says, "oh my god, do I seriously have to wear this?".

"They are awesome," I said reassuringly to them.

"Yeah," Patrick said, smiling.

"I'm so glad you like them," Ryan said.

"Yeah I can't tell you how long it took to make them, me and Ryan couldn't decide which color schemes to go with, so we just combined all of the colors together,"

The only real upside to these sweaters is that they are damn soft. They're  so comfortable to wear, but not so much to look at.

Brendon had to go meet up with someone and Ryan followed after like a little assistant. Patrick just stared at the sweater, not saying one word, and I just burst out laughing.

"Dude, these sweaters are incredible," I say sarcastically and not sarcastically at the same time.

"I um," he said like he was holding something back. "..um okay don't tell Brendon or Ryan, but these are so freaking ugly," he said in a whisper, like he was gonna hurt someone's feelings who's not even in the room.

"Yeah I know, but come on we gotta humor them. They spent a long time on these,"

Just as I finish up my sentence, Joe and Andy stopped by our room, and Joe had a bag with him.

"Guys look," I said smiling holding up the sweater for them to see.

"No way, check it out," Joe said laughing, pulling out two more of the sweaters from the bag in his hands.

"Oh my god," I said.

Patrick's POV

It's been a couple days now, so I've gotten a bit better. I'm still sick though, but well enough to go outside again. I've basically stopped throwing up all together now, but I don't know if I want to stop. You see, I've lost about 7 pounds since I've gotten sick, and it actually feels good to know.
Anyway, getting better also means my alters will be returning more frequently again soon. But I don't want to think about that right now.

Right now I'm outdoors with Pete at around 6 pm. Everybody calls this the courtyard by the way, so I'll refer to it as that from now on. Pete's sitting there, doodling random doodles on his hand with a pen he found on the hallway floor.

It was all just mindless and pointless conversation when ever we went outside. A lot of the time Andy and Joe are here, but sometimes they're not.

I look on Petes hand and see a little heart with bat wings, sketched out in pen. It was kinda cute.

I looked at it and smiled.

"Do you want me to do yours?" He asked. I nodded.

He sketched out the same design on my right hand.

"When we get out of here, we should totally get these tattooed," I said joking, but being serious too.

"Yeah, that's be cool," he said in all seriousness. He seemed quiet today.

"Everything alright?" I ask him.

"I don't know,"

"What's up?"

"I just.." He stopped himself for a moment. "I've been thinking too much."

"About what?"

"A lot of things, too many things. Things I'm too scared to talk about."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I try to deal with these thing the best I can.

He didn't say anything for a moment, he just stared at the bat-heart on his hand.

"Can we go inside.. and talk?" He said.

"Of course," I said.

Authors note

Hope you guys are enjoying the story, next time I'm going to aim to make the chapter longer, I promise.
Have a good one and
happy holidays
Xoxo