Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Im gonna kinda.. skip school shit and time skip to like when he turns 18.
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- after graduation -

Patrick's POV

Pete picked me up, hugging me tightly as I've finally graduated from school and this is the first time he held me in about a month. I was too busy suffering at school and at home which fucked my body up.

The bruises faded though which was okay I guess. I had my jaw hit today by the famous Alex which I don't know if I mentioned. Different people hit me almost everyday.

Me and Pete didn't break the thing about 'living together' so we both got an apartment which he's paying for first. His mom helped out after she came back from going around the world. She got me a few souvenirs from here and there.

I had Pete, Brendon and his mom to come for my graduation. They were my family. My dad didn't come which honestly sort of hurt me but, he hit me anyway. I don't care. Right? I guess.

Pete kissed my cheek, "You did it Patrick!" He says happily and I hugged him back. Brendon opened his arms out, "Come here you little cute shit" Brendon laughed. I giggled and hugged him tightly, "God damn it you fluff ball ugh" Brendon kissed my forehead and I hugged Pete's mom. She gave me a faint smile and she laughed.

I did loose a lot of weight actually. I lost it when I was pratically dying in my room. I didn't leave my room unless it was 'play time' which meant he was gonna beat me up or something. He wasn't like 'Hey Patrick it's play time' or whatever he just randomly barged in and hit me in places. And I never left my room. I got too scared. Which meant I never really ate which I don't. So I'm pretty much not really as fat as I was before but it doesn't really mean my insecurities would just fly away.
[A/N: soul punk! Era]

"Patrriiiickkk" Pete whines, I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him. "Pay attention to your booyfffrieend" I giggle and kissed his cheek, "Fucking fag!" Alex yelled and Pete flicked him off. Pete's mom left since she had something up and Brendon stood there on his phone.

"Okay so me and Brendon are gonna help you pack" he grins and Brendon heard his name and he nods. I smile widely, "thank you." I mumble and Pete nods. Brendon just looked kinda done with whoever he was talking to on his phone and he just ended up calling the person.

"Listen here you fucking pothead, I'm not gonna come over to fuck you alright? Stop sending me fucking nudes before I shove a tree up your ass" Brendon growls. I just laughed and Pete dragged me out and Brendon just ended up screaming at the guy on the other end.

"Okay lets goooo" Pete smiles and they all got into the car. Brendon was still on the phone, "Right yeah no im not gonna call you daddy since you look old enough to be my grandfather.-"

"-I rather have Deandra's fucking robotic arm up my ass than your dick. Byee" Brendon hung up with a groan, "Desperate asshole." He mumbles. I just giggled and Pete focused on the road.
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"Its not a pretty kind of place but.." I shrug as we reached to my house. "Its cool" Brendon nods and got out from the car and we all went inside, seeing my dad already passed out. I sigh. I was honestly embarassed that he was there. "Cmon" I mumble and ran upstairs with Brendon and Pete.

Brendon smiled and I got my bag out, "Here." I mumble and set it on the bed, taking my books out that I won't need and I was gonna use that bag just in case.

Pete took my ugly clothes out that's kinda oversized and Brendon took all my socks and boxers which I blushed at. "Aw Patrick" he laughed and I took my notebook, a note fell out on the floor next to Brendon's leg. I picked it up before he could. The note said To: Pete♡ and I broke. It was my last suicide note. I haven't been writing since that night.

I could feel my heart beating and I just froze for a few seconds. I remember that night was when I wanted to end my life for the third time. "Patrick, you okay?" Brendon asked. "Y-yeah of course." I stuttered and I was tearing up. What it said was;

Dear Pete,

I'm sorry im leaving you, I just wanna end it. I can't take the pain anymore. I love you though, I really do. It just hurts you know? Both, physical and mental. I'm really sorry. I will never forget what we did together though. Even though I'm dead but like. Whatever.  I hope you'll get over me since I'm not really special. I love you til the day I die which is probably now but. Oh fuck. Okay anyway, I love you forever and I will continue loving you in hell cause like, i'm pretty sure im going to hell. I don't know. I'm just scared to live. My insecurities get the best of me. I love you though, and that's all that matters. Tell Brendon I love him too and im really just sorry. Goodbye, Pete. ♡
                                   
                                     Love from, Patrick.

I swear I was crying right now. Brendon took it from me and I looked at him, "Please please don't read it Brendon please" I cried and he shook his head, I kept trying to get it but Pete held me down. I felt like a child now. "Please" I whimper and Brendon read it through. "Why does it have my name on it?" Pete asked, letting me go and stood beside Brendon, "Dont read it!" I yell and choked on my own tears. I really didn't want them to read it. I know it'll hurt them as much as it hurt me.

Brendon just shoved it to Pete and he came at me with sad eyes. He hugged me tightly and rubbed my back, "Patrick" he sighed and hugged me tightly. I shook my head, "Im sorry. I'm really sorry" I sobbed. I held my book tightly. "How many times have you attempted?" He asked with a soft voice. "Three times." I mumble. "I wrote seven suicide notes. And I've attempted three times." I bit my lip and wiped my tears.

I had Pete's reaction left now. Pete folded the note and he just looked at me. Brendon pushed me off and Pete hugged me tightly. "Don't leave me please" he mumbles and kissed my forehead. What surprised me was that they didn't even cry. "I'll take care of you I promise." He kissed my shaky lips and I nod. "Brendon is moving in with us aswell." Pete says. I nod and Brendon just hugged me, "We love you alright?" He kissed my cheek. Yes, I let Brendon kiss me since he was like my best friend- almost like my brother.

We continued packing after that and I brought every notebook I had. I put my clothes in the bag and my dad just looked at me and this one woman came in really exposing clothes. Wow.

"Bye Patrick" he smiles and he started to make out with that woman. I scrunch my face in disgust and I walked out from the house that I call hell. I finally left it. I honestly feel kind of empty? I guess. I spent my entire life in my room, I made most of the sad memories there but I felt at home in my room. I sighed and walked into the car with my bags while Brendon brought my guitar and my pillows cause obviously I wanted them.
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Wowowow ok 1.3k words YAY and also this is kinda cringy but I like it so pls