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-  Friday after school -

private chat with petewentz and patrickstump

petewentz: can you come over?

petewentz: like right now

patrickstump: sure,,

petewentz: thanks

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patrick waved goodbye to his mom as he walked outside and down the block to pete's house. when he arrived at the front door, he knocked and pete opened it a few seconds later.

"what's up?" patrick gave pete a small hug and then they went to the living room.

"nothing much, i'm just not feeling very well." pete said.

"do you need me to take you to the doctor?" patrick asked.

"not that kind of not feeling very well." pete sighed.

"oh. well what do you think will make you feel better?" patrick asked.

"hanging out with you is making me feel kinda better." pete smiled and patrick blushed.

"i just thought of a great idea." patrick said with a huge grin on his face.

"what is it?" pete asked.

"we should make some cookies." patrick insisted.

"that sounds like it could be fun." pete shrugged.

"okay first, do you have cookie dough?" patrick said.

"if we're gonna make cookies, we're gonna actually make them. i have a recipe from my grandma that we can use. i already have everything that we need." pete said.

patrick giggled, "okay."

pete told patrick to stay while he went to go and get the recipe.

"okay but you have to promise not to tell another living person about this recipe. it's a special recipe." pete said and patrick nodded.

pete and patrick got out all the ingredients and placed them on the counter. pete preheated the oven and then he read off what to do to make the dough.

when they finished making the dough, they had to make the cookie shapes. "hold on, i have some cookie cutters in here." pete yelled.

patrick got out the flour and when pete came back they were ready to make the shapes. pete cleaned off the counter and put some flour on it and spread it around. patrick wasn't paying attention when pete hugged him and got flour on his back.

"you're gonna regret that!" patrick giggled as he got some flour on his hands and hugged pete and got the flour all over his black shirt.

"i didn't even get that much on you!" pete hollered at patrick who was laughing at the table.

"oh well, now we're even." patrick said.

"oh but i don't play to get even, i play to win." pete chuckled.

once it clicked in Patrick's mind what pete had just said he started to run, "hey come back here!" pete said, planning his attack.