Candlelight ; Peterick/Geetrick

19; Just The Way I'm Not

Idk how US education system works so I based this on my system so there's 4 years of high school and 4 years of college. There's no middle school here. If that makes sense.

Also remember that I love you guys for reading and voting for this and I hope you don't murder me :)))

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'Forget about each other 'til we get each other back.'

There's an article I read about when a candle is damaged, the pain and its wound will reflect on the actual person. Though it'll only stay as scars.

I stare at Pete's candle, looking at the scratches it got. Can you really hurt someone by damaging their candle? Sigh. I rub my eyes, groaning.

I want to see it. I get up and take the key to Pete's apartment, palm my switchblade in my pocket and go to Pete's place. He hasn't been there for a while now except for getting clothes and occasional Brendon crashing with beer cans and tears. He's beginning to be lonely even if he's with Ryan. Maybe I should talk to him.

I unlock the door and step in. The living area is still messy from three weeks ago. I walk pass it, into Pete's bedroom. There it is. My flame is having a tidal hurl. Must be my nerves, I'm so as damn nervous on what I'm about to do.

Come on, Patrick. Just do it. Listen to Shia LaBeouf.

"Here goes nothing." I pull out the switchblade and press it in the blue wax near my initials. Biting my lip, I swipe the blade. Ow, holy fuck! The pain is tolerable but it really hurts. I take off my shirt and turn to the mirror.

There's a decent-sized scar from my collarbone to my right shoulder. Fuck, Pete's gonna see this. Oh well, as long as it's not bleeding. I can come up with a good excuse, maybe.

Or you can tell the fucking truth since this is just an experiment, Patrick.

But now I can confirm those scars on Pete's body. Every line was caused by what happened years ago. I drop to my knees. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been stupid and fell in love with Gerard, this wouldn't have happened to Pete. I always care for Pete even if I hadn't met him. I mean, who wouldn't wanna care for their soulmate?

I treat Pete's candle like my own, but Gerard saw it differently. He wanted him to be my soulmate. I did too, and I was so ready to spend my life with him forever but he had to hurt Pete. It had to be a bet.

To be honest, I'm happy Gerard did that. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have met Pete. We wouldn't be together right now. I put on my shirt back and slump my body on the floor, glancing around.

I've been in to Pete's room twice but I've never stayed that long. It's not much to look at since it's all a mess of clothes and papers. The wall near the window is full of polaroid pictures. I stand up to see them up close.

Most of them were of Pete back in school days. There are of him with Mikey and Brendon in different places. They sure love to explore. The others are a little faded. One is on a beach, and I squint to see five faces smiling up near the water. Pete was the one holding the camera, his famous growling face evident. Brendon's beside him, with -I think is- Dallon behind him with arms wrapped around Brendon's torso. Mikey has shades on, who's beside a short white haired Gerard.

Is Pete friends with him? Well, Mikey is one of Pete's best friends so that explains them as acquaintances.

Also I just realize Pete is friends with a lot of tall people.

I pick that off the wall and stuff it in my pocket. I look through more and see someone in a football jersey with my high school name on it. He's standing on the field, his helmet on one hand and the other is a trophy.