I waited outside the school for a few minutes because my class got out early. Some guy I didn't know with red hair walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. His pupils changed size rapidly as he began to speak.
"You will remain silent and forget this," He said as he sunk his teeth into my arm. I tried to scream but I couldn't. He let go and pulled my sleeve back down.
I blinked and looked around. Pete was standing there smiling. "You ready to go?" He asked and I nodded. I scratched my arm subconsciously and winced when I felt pain there.
I pulled my sleeve to see two curved lines of cuts in my skin. Like bite marks.
"Patrick what happened?" Pete asked hurriedly as he examined my arm.
"I-I don't know," I said.
"It's okay, Patrick." He said and I realized I was shaking. "Do you wanna go to my house first?" He asked and I nodded.
When we got to Pete's house he cleaned up and bandaged my wrist. Pete went into his room with me following. He grabbed a box and handed it to me.
"I need you to wear this,"
"Why?" I asked confused.
"Just, please. It would make me feel batter." He said and I nodded.
He put the necklace around my neck and smiled. "Okay, now let's go on that date." Pete said and I smiled.
It wasn't anything really fancy, it was just a pizza place. We talked about stuff And obviously ate pizza. I got to know a lot about him. I really like him. He's really weird, but I guess that's just his personality.
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FanfictionPete meets Patrick who is a splitting image of his nineteenth century boyfriend, Thomas Stewart. How will they get along, and what happens when your dead loved ones weren't who they said they were. doppelgänger ˈdɒp(ə)lˌɡaŋə,-ˌɡɛŋə/ noun noun: dopp...
