Narcotic (Peterick au) [completed]

SIX.

I've had a bit of a writer's block lately, so excuse this chapter's shittiness. Also, Rest in Peace David Bowie, you will never be replaced.

~Patrick's POV~

I flung myself on to my bed, breathing in the smell of my newly washed sheets.

"God I'm bored," I mumbled into my sheets.

I took my phone from the charger on my bedside table, oh a text.

Unknown Number..?

'Hey it's Pete, can I stay with you?'

'Uh... Sure, but how'd you get my number?'

'Oh Joe gave it to me.'

'O.'

I wonder why he wants to stay with me.

Hm.. Well I guess we'll find out.

I heard the crack of lightning, and the pitter patter of rain on the roof.

* * *

About 20 minutes later he arrived, soaked, and with a bag full of what, I'm guessing, is cloths.

His face was stained with tears, and rain.

"H-He kicked me out," he sniffled.

"Who kicked you out?" I said taking his bag for him, and pulling him to sit on the couch.

"M-My dad-" he mumbled, his voice cracking.

"If it's okay, may I ask why?"

"Because, he saw me kiss Brendon."

HE KISSED BRENDON? WHAT?

He took out what I believed to be a cigarette box, gesturing to the door.

I nodded, following him, though not being a smoker myself.

He lit a match, lighting his cigarette. The flaky end, turned an ember red.

He took a drag, his mouth fitting around the cigarette perfectly.

He's very attractive when he smokes.

I looked up at the dark, cloud covered sky.

"I guess I'm gay," he blurted taking another drag.

The smell of the cigarette engulfed the air, making the moist air, just a bit more musky.

"I mean- I've been with girls and all, but I like guys. I've come to terms with that in the past few hours."

That's sort of surprising, considering it took my a little more than a year to come to terms with my feelings.

I stayed silent, not sure what to say, as I continued to admire the way he smoked.

"You're okay with that right?"

"Of course. I mean I'm gay, so I can't really speak against it," I laughed nervously.

"Oh," he said a look of realization, on his very attractive face.

"So.. You kissed Brendon," I said slipping my hands into my jean pockets.

"Yeah, I guess. He's really attractive, don't you think?"

"I guess.."

Short chapter I know, but I'm thinking about starting a Ryden fan fiction. So be prepared, but I'll definitely finish this first, I'm also working on a bit of Frerard, so yeah ;)))
-Katie