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Chapter 14: Pete

Since I came home, it has been an emotional rollercoaster. I can't think of a good time to tell Patrick that Joe and Andy are coming. I don't want to stress him out.
I lie on the floor hugging him and reassuring him telling him it will all be okay.
I have to tell him now because right now it is five p.m. and they'll be here by six thirty.
"Patrick, I wanted to tell you earlier but I couldn't find the right time to tell you. I invited Joe and Andy over today. They'll be over in an hour in a half."
Patrick sprung up. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I don't know, maybe I was WORRIED ABOUT YOU?"
Patrick put his head down. "I-I'm sorry."
I held him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I just want you to be okay.
"It's fine, Peter. I understand. So, when are they coming?"
"Six thirty. I told them to bring their instruments so we could play a few songs."
"Pete, how are we going to play songs without a singer?"
"We have a singer."
Patrick looked extremely confused. "Who is the singer?"
"I'm talking to him right now."
It took Patrick a while before he caught on. "Pete, I can't sing. I am a terrible singer."
"Don't even lie, Patrick. You are amazing. I have a few songs for us to play. We will play that song that you played last time. I think I am going to call it Chicago Is So Two Years Ago. We can also play a few other songs I wrote called Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy, Calm Before The Storm, and Grenade Jumper. Here are the lyrics to all three. I hope you remember the beautiful melody you came up with last time for Chicago Is So Two Years Ago."
"I can try to sing it again if you would like."
I applauded like a happy seal.
"Please, Patrick. That would be amazing."
"My heart is on my sleeve/Wear it like a bruise or black eye/My badge, my weakness/Means that I believed every single lie you said."
I started playing bass while he sang and I hummed along.
"'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you/And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you."
Patrick sung the whole song beautifully. "You want apologies?/Girl, you might hold your breath/Until your breathing stops forever, forever/The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips/I hope they taste of me forever."
I may have cried a little because of the beauty.
"T-that was so beautiful." I hugged Patrick.
"Thank you." said Patrick as he went to use the bathroom.
"You should really get dressed." I say. "I am way ahead of you." said Patrick as he came out of the bathroom in a shirt, socks, and a hat.
I giggle at Patrick. "Oh yeah, one more thing! Joseph likes Andrew and Andrew likes Joseph but Joe doesn't know Andy likes him and vice versa. I am going to need your help getting them together."
"Okay! That sounds great! Pete, can we practice some more. I don't want to sound badly when all four of us practice."
"You won't sound terrible, but I would love to practice some more."
I gave him the lyrics to the other three songs. The way he sung Grenade Jumper was amazing.
"Hey, Chris/You were our only friend/And I know this seems belated but we love you back."
"Patrick."
"Yes?"
"I feel like I can't stress this enough. I love you."