Pete's POV
I woke up the next morning on the couch. My neck was stiff, and my back was aching. I will never, sleep out here again. I looked at a clock it was already seven thirty, I only had half an hour to get to school. I ran upstairs to my room and got into the shower I quickly dried my hair and put on a pair of black jeans with a grey shirt, grabbed my backpack running back down to get breakfast.
As I was running down the hall I tripped and fell on the ground taking someone with me. I looked and fell on top of Patrick.
His green blue eye's staring straight at mine. "Sorry" I muttered.
"It's fine, but can you get off me?" He asked, as his cheeks got a little light pink. I stared down, looking at the position we were a in before getting off quickly and helping him off the floor.
"where are you heading off in such a hurry?"
"I have school today... and I thought you were going to move in until later today?"
"Yeah well Peter got to the hotel really early and practically dragged me out of there, still half asleep."
"Oh, and where is he now?"
"In his- our room taking a shower."
"Okay well I have to go... I don't think I have time for breakfast anymore. I'll see you later Patrick."
"Bye Pete."
I got to school just before the last bell rang. I got seated and looked that we had a substitute, great.
"Hey guys, I'm Mr. H I have this assignment paper to do. You could do it in partners, in a group by yourself... Don't really care just keep voice levels down."
Once he said that, the whole class started to move around and talk."Pete!"
I looked and saw Brendon and Frank pulling their desks beside mine. "Hey."
"What's up with you, Pete?" Frank asked.
"I'm tired, I woke up late and rushed to get here... If I knew we had a sub I would have came later."
"Don't be like that it's Friday, so you have today to sleep until tomorrow!"
"What's going to happen tomorrow?"
Brendon looked at me annoyed, "My birthday... You should know this."
"Oh yeah, sorry a lot has been on my mind."
"Like your new stepfather." Frank says showing me a magazine, in the front it had my dad and Patrick smiling at each other. He handed me it me and I looked through the article. "Where did you get this?"
"Gerard, gave it to me" of course. "Your new step father looks really young."
"He is, he's only twenty two..."
"Wow. And do you like him?" Brendon asked.
"He's alright..."
"Can't wait to meet him. When's the wedding?"
"In two weeks and like always you guys are invited."
"And the dinner party last night, how did that go?"
"Boring as usual. At it was really messed up when Patrick had all my dad's ex's all up on him."
"They were invited, but not us."
"Hey, I asked you Brendon if you wanted to come, but you said you were busy with Dallon and Ryan."
"What can I say" he smirked.
I can't really tell what type of relationship he has with both of them. Sometimes he hangs out with one of them or both and sometimes not at all. I think it's best I don't know.
