CHAPTER TWO
I'm still not sure if that kiss really happened.
Pete was tired and drunk and drugged on something, on a rollercoaster ride from low to high. Whatever he took helped him get rid of the black cloud that was fogging up his day, but didn't help him sleep.
4 AM, only a couple hours after he finally came into the small bedroom to sleep, I hear Pete get up and run to the bathroom where he throws up what concoction he swallowed earlier. From my small bottom bunk bed, I hear Pete cry.
My throat closes and my heart beats fast. The low, long sobs just remind me once again how hard everything is for Pete on his bad days. Everyone has great and horrible days - and more frequently moods - but for Pete, his worst days get really low.
"Imagine digging a deep, deep hole," he said one of the first days we met. "You accidentally fall in. It's dark and gloomy in there, no light gets through. You try to scream for help, but no one can hear your cries. You try to climb out, but each time you get pushed back in. You try to block the voices reminding you of everything you've fucked up, but you can't. You don't want to talk to anyone; you don't want to see anyone. And when you do, you're pissed because they wouldn't help you out of the hole. The smallest triggers can make your mood drop lower; something you see, you read, you hear. And the hole gets deeper. You go deeper. You still can't get out. The blackness gets darker. And eventually you just want to give up. And sometimes you do," he paused, grinning, catching his breath as I stared with compassionate eyes, understanding his every word and trying to grasp how poetic this new strange boy. "But that's a different story."
His quiet sobs continue, but seem to disturb no one but me; Joe and Andy still sleep soundlessly in the bunks above me. I sit up and throw my legs on to the floor. I run a hand through my hair and grab my glasses from their case under my pillow. I pull open the curtain, closing it behind me, to go comfort my best friend.
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The Mighty Fall In Love
FanfictionWhile on tour with his band, Patrick Stump fights with his emotions and desires of his always crush, best friend, and the bassist in his band, Pete Wentz. Will they finally both experience the mighty fall in love?
