Saturday (Peterick)

5

-Pete's POV-

After Patrick left, my brother, Gerard, showed up. "Hey little bro." He said messing up my hair as he passed.

I snatched his arm and squeezed it until I heard a bone break. "Ouch! You little shit! What did I do this time that's got you so pissed?"

"Don't play stupid!" I spit into his face. "You fed on Patrick! We have plenty of blood bags in the basement fridge. And I know you did it on him of all people to mess with me!"

"Pete, come on. You need to get over Thomas, and fucking his human look-alike is not helping your case." Gerard said.

"I'm not fucking him! We went on one date! One! And even from that one date, I can tell he is nothing like Thomas. Just because he has a bit of a resemblance to hi--" I argued.

"Resemblance?! Pete, Patrick is Thomas's fucking doppelgänger!" Gerard stated.

"I fucking know that! I'm not looking for an argument here, I just want you to not lay another finger on him. Okay?" I said trying to defuse the situation.

"Alright, little bro. But I can't help it if he goes for me. I mean, look at me. I'm irresistible." He said as I let go of his arm angrily. I heard the bone pop as it fused back together.

He could be such a dick sometimes. He's going to be unpleasantly surprised when he realized the necklace I gave Patrick was full of crushed vervain. There is no possible way he can control Patrick now.

I'm sorry I'm updating so much, I'm just obsessed with this story right now.