Sanity (Peterick)

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Patrick's POV

I woke up the next morning feeling kinda sore, but it was worth it last night. I really did have fun and I hope Pete did too, otherwise it would've been a total waste. I also need to make sure no one finds out about it. That would be pretty awkward, and we may get in trouble.

I look over at Pete, still fast asleep. I think I'm really in love with him now. I've been thinking lately about how much I'm actually attracted to him. And though I've noticed I have been physically, I'm also getting really emotionally attached to him now.

And about last night, I don't know how Pete is about this kind of stuff, whether he likes bragging about it or keeping it a secret. Personally, I'd rather him not go about it to anyone, but I'm not gonna tell him what to do.

I got notified by the office, saying that Brendon wanted to talk to me about something. It wasn't a full on appointment, just something "important". So I get ready and head out the door before Pete is even close to waking up.

It was early, six thirty in the morning to be exact. I spaced out while walking down the halls, I was so tired. Geez, why did Brendon want me so early?

I enter the office to see Brendon sipping on some morning coffee. He looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. His hair was all messed up and he had slippers on, but he still seemed to be wide awake.

"Hey Patrick," he said. He seemed serious.

"Hi, you wanted to talk?" I said shutting the door behind me.

"Yeah, go ahead and sit down,"

"Is anything wrong?" I ask while moving the pillow on the sofa out of the way.

"Um, I'll explain in a second,"

He started to refill his coffee mug with some, what looked to be, mocha. It smelled pretty good from here.

"Okay," he took a seat right next to me, "So there are two things, ones good and the other not so much. The good thing is, you have been showing a lot of improvement with your disorder. I know it's still there though, but I haven't seen anyone like Benjamin come out in a while. That's a good thing, and if we keep this up you could get better soon."

I nod my head as he speaks. It's pretty good to hear that I'm getting better. To be honest, I didn't notice any improvement myself, but if Brendon did then obviously something is changing.

"That being said, were gonna continue the medication and sessions with me,"

"Sounds good,"

"Yep,"

"So then, what's the 'not so good' thing?"

He took a sigh and wiped the mocha mustache off his face.

"Patrick, how have you're eating habits been lately?"

I was quiet. Does he know what I think he knows? If so, how the hell did he find out?

"Umm.. what do you mean?"

"Have you been eating right?"

I think about what to tell him. I really don't want him to know, but he probably already does. Either way I don't want to say.

"It's okay, take your time,"

"I.. I think I'm okay," he raises an eyebrow at me. He can tell I'm lying, can't he?

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "I guess maybe I'm not.." Damn, why is it so easy for people to draw things out of me?