We're Mental, So What? (A Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two - Therapy? No Thanks

I awoke at about 4am with Pete's shoulder under my head. I moved cautiously so I didn't wake him and got down off of my bed to see Patrick on the bottom bunk. He must have stayed instead of going home. I looked at both of the boys. "They are so cute when they were asleep." Maddie said in the voice she used when she though something was adorable. I nodded and walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face to try and wake myself up. When I looked up from the basin of freezing water I saw Pete leaning against the door way. I almost yelped but I stifled it and instead jumped into the air and my hands slid from the sides of the basin so both of my arms were plunged into the liquid. It felt like nitrogen, I know it sounds over-dramatic but it did. "You didn't really think I was asleep, did you?" Pete said, stifling his laugh. I flashed him a dirty look and he handed me a towel. I took it from him, drying my arms first and then my face. "Therapy day today." Pete sighed, obviously dreading the event.

"Therapy?" I asked curiously. This was the first time I was hearing of therapy.

"Didn't they tell you? We have these a group therapy session every week. Boring as hell but I guess it's kind of bearable." he told me. "It is in..." he looked at his watch and then finished by saying, "Five hours and 3 minutes."

"You're very precise, aren't you?" I asked. He nodded, a satisfied grin on his face. I walked past him and looked at the sleeping Patrick.

"He did this with me too. When I was new. That was before he had a wife, though. I've been in here since I was 10." he sighed. I was shocked that his parents would put him in here when he was still a kid. "The doctors put me in here without telling my parents first. Bunch of-"

"Pete Wentz, don't you dare. You're on parole as it is." Patrick's sleepy voice came from the bed. His eyes were still shut so it looked like he was still asleep but he was yawning so he must have been awake.

"I'm on parole? What for?" Pete asked, shocked at the outcome of this conversation.

"For swearing so loudly the Gerard and Hailey heard you in the staff room."

"Bella was having a panic attack! She's my only other friend in this dump, and you put me on parole for being worried?"

"Sorry Pete, blame Hailey. She's the one who's in charge of being on parole this week. Not me."

"She's such a bitch."

"Pete! Enough!" Patrick snapped.

"Alright Patrick." Pete sighed. "But I need to talk to you, like now." Pete sounded really urgent when he said this. Patrick nodded and took him into the lobby. I couldn't completely hear the conversation but I could pick up some sentences like, "Voices 12, 9 and 84 are gone. They haven't talked to me since Bella got here." Pete said. "I think she's helping me, but I don't even know how."

"Wow, Ok. Let's just give it a couple more days before we tell anyone else, alright?" Patrick said sounding only slightly shocked. This was a massive shock to my system. I only met Pete yesterday and now he says I'm helping him? They came back about 5 minutes later and I pretended I wasn't listening. Pete lay down on the bottom bunk of my bed and I walked up the stairs to my bunk, kicking off my boots when I was sitting on the mattress. I lay down on my bunk and looked down at Patrick, who was hanging on the door. "Goodnight guys." Patrick smiled, closing the door behind him and leaving me and Pete in darkness. I listened to the silence as it wrapped me in a cold embrace. Soon enough, the silence was broken by soft snoring coming from underneath my bunk. I looked down and this time Pete was definitely asleep. He was even cuter when he wasn't feigning sleep. I turned over and tried to get to sleep, but found myself thinking about Pete instead. The fact he was pretty much under me made my heart pound against my chest, hard. What was he doing to me? I've never been like this before. I fell asleep with my mind still working away.