W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#14- J e a l o u s ?

Patrick's POV

Following Pete's instructions, I arrived in front of my new friend's house around 3.00 pm. After dragging my guitar to the entrance, I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

"Yes?", I heard a low, familiar voice. It was Pete for sure: his voice was unique.

"I-I'm Patrick", I mumbled.

"Oh", he opened the door "So you've come"

"Yeah... ta- daaa", I smiled weakly with arms open. To my surprise, he smirked in reply and motioned me to come in.

I found the house design extremely singular: a cold, damp air filled the rooms, giving the place a macabre atmosphere, which was even more highlighted by countless little lamps that hung from the black ceiling. A huge moquette was laid on the ground. I intently watched the weird, misterious creatures embroidered on fabric: lions, sirens, centaurs and other things related to Greek mythology. Sometimes I wondered how much it took to make such a beautiful work.

Everything in the house was black or grey shaded, the furniture combinations were too casual; it looked like Pete didn't really have a good sense of style. But it wasn't that general lack of style, his weird tastes created a suggestive and particular view.

"Do you smoke?", I asked as a scent of ash mixed with cinnamon came to my nose.

"Yes. Not much though" I nodded, my eyes landing on a set of small steps set in the last part of the house; that corner was so dark that the stairs were barely visible.

"Where does this take?", I asked.

"Oh, those lead to a little bedroom that I use as music room", he whispered "I get some practice there, when I have time"

I hesitated, but then the question slipped out of my mouth: "Do we wanna play music there today?"

"Yeah, get your guitar"

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"Uh, sorry", I muttered glancing at my phone, while Pete was tuning his bass up. His gaze flew towards me and zoomed on the screen.

"Sky? Who is Sky?", he asked.

"What? Oh, yes, Sky is... a girl I met with Brendon last night"

"Ah, the blue- haired one?"

"Exactly"

He stayed silent and kept on watching me as I typed quickly. Feeling uncomfortable, I tried to cover the screen so Pete wouldn't see our conversation, but he said: "Why is she sending all those hearts and romantic shit?"

I felt disappointed with his attitude but I was trying to put myself together. And it looked like Pete was, too.

... The hell? Is he jealous or what?

"I have no idea", I pouted finally "And in any case I don't like her"

"No?", he tilted his head to one side raising an eyebrow. He was daring me.

"No", I answered firmly. I saw his muscles contract as he showed a crooked smile; I watched him in a sort of horror, thinking about how many faces could that man actually have.

"Well, what a shame", he whispered sarcastically.

"Yeah... what a shame", I repeated.

A moment of tension formed between us as Pete tapped his fingers on the bass; surprisingly he broke the silence: "It would be cool to write a song together"

"You think?"

"Yeah", he grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled the first two lines in less than ten seconds:

This has been said so many times

That I'm not sure if it matters

I read it and I let a half smile slip from my face: that sounded like a great challenge.

*Author's Note*

YO PEEPS I'M ALIVE, HAPPY NEW YEAR (I'm a bit late but whatever) !! I don't know why, but this chapter was extremely hard for me to write, I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Will you forgive me? :'c

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