Death dreams (frerard / peterick)

Chapter 6

Patrick awoke early on the next morning, he rolled over in his covers and saw an angelic looking sleeping Pete on his flaw. Patrick smiled to himself, acknowledging the fact that he had the most popular guy in the school in his bedroom. Nobody was going to believe him if he told them, it was Pete wentz for gods sake!

Patrick slowly got out of bed, making sure not to knock Pete. He opened the door and tip-toed downstairs. Patrick was hungry, very hungry. The only thing he'd eaten was a  banana before the party and even that wasn't great.

As Patrick entered the kitchen, he turned on the lights to see Joe trohman drinking his coffee slowly.

"Jesus Christ! What are you doing here dude!" Patrick had to hold the wall to stop him from falling, that's how startled he was.

"Dude? Since when do you say dude? And why are you up so late?" Joe eyed Patrick intensely to see what was up.

"I was at a party last night, Brendon urie's,"

"What! How?" Joe put his coffee down so strongly the mug almost smashed.

"Pete invited me, he-" Patrick was just about to explain why another boy was sleeping in his bedroom when Pete appeared in the door way.

"Morning Patrick, who's this?" Pete smiled at both boys.

"Patrick, a word?" Joe motioned to the door behind him and Patrick followed him into the garden. "Why the hell is Pete wentz invoked with you?"

"Look, he invited me to a party so I went along and we're friends. Okay? I don't even know what you're doing here, I kicked you out last month!" Patrick was getting loud, loud enough that Pete could hear.

"I don't care, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Pete is a bad influence, 'trick. You gotta be careful." Joe looked stern but his blue eyes made everything look worse.

"Don't call me 'trick', my names Patrick to you and I want you out! Pete is my friend now and you're not. I don't care if you came to check on me, I'm much happier without you here!" Patrick took a deep breath and went back inside shutting the door behind him.

"Patrick? What's going on?" Pete looked at the boy sad and confused. Patrick ignored him and walked quickly up to his room. He slammed the door behind him.

Joe entered the house, sighing. This was Petes chance. "Hey buddy, I don't know what your problem is but you need to step back. Get outa here! Pat doesn't need you and you heard what he said."

"Yeah, says the stoner who's getting involved with an alienated kid." Joe shook his head and walked out the front door.

Silence. It hung down on Pete like a sack of bricks. Only after a few minutes did he hear sobs coming from upstairs. Pete raced up to Patrick's room and sat on the end of his bed. "Don't let him get to you, buddy. He's a mean dude. He's gone now."

"P-Pete he c-called you h-horrible t-things, that you w-were a bad influence." Patrick muffled from under his pillows.

"I know, but as long as you're friends with me I'm not all That bad." Pete smiled sadly and stroked the back of Patrick's hair. By now Pete had moved up the bed and was now sitting by Patrick's head.

The smaller one looked up at Pete from his pillow and smiled. "You're a good one, y'know."

"I like to think that I am." Pete smiled back.

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It was around mid-day and Gerard and Frank were at the park. Frank looked at Gerard and smiled.

"What you smiling at?" The red head smiled at Frank.