Death Doesn't Discriminate •|• Sequel To If You Ever Come Back

1 - Phil's Been Acting Weird Lately

Pete's POV (oh yes, it's that time again)

"Phil's been acting weird lately."

I am sitting on the dark brown leather couch in my room, absent-mindedly brushing Patrick's hair out of his face while his head is resting on my lap.

"What?" Patrick mumbles in a husky voice. Apparently he was falling asleep and I woke him up.

"I said Phil's been acting weird lately...", I repeat myself.

"Why? What- what do you mean?" Patrick sits upright and groggily rubs his eyes.

"He... He seems happier...", I stutter. It sounds weird saying it like this.

"And why is that a problem?" Patrick yawns mid-sentence.

"It's not- Never mind." I look at Patrick. "Did I wake you up?"

"I must say your hair-strokes are very comfortable.", Patrick smiles and I can't help my heart to stop fluttering like a caged bird.

This boy is mine, and mine alone. God, I'm the luckiest man alive. Or... well, dead.

I see that while I've been lost in my thoughts, Patrick has fallen asleep on the couch again.

"Patrick", I lean over him and whisper in his ear. "Go to sleep."

He shoots upright again, nearly hitting me in the face. "No, no, you were telling something about Phil acting weird. I'm- I'm listening."

I smile. "That was like ten minutes ago. You fell asleep after that."

"Oh..." Patrick falls silent. "Yeah, I should probably go to bed..."

He stands up and stumbles towards the king-size bed that we share nowadays. God insisted on giving him his own room, but every night he crawled into my bed and fell asleep on my chest.

"Will you go to sleep too?", he turns around and asks me.

I nod. "I just need to think for a few seconds."

Patrick stops and walks back to the couch, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder. "Is this about Phil?"

I close my eyes and lean my head against his. "It's just.. I'm happy for him, don't get me wrong. I just don't trust it after all we've been through."

"You don't trust Phil being happy and smiling again?"

"The day before he was still crying and barely eating!", I say. "It's normal if people change their minds, but not in one day!"

"Then what do you think happened?" Patrick frowns.

"It's almost like he forgot about it. He never talks about Dan anymore, he doesn't show any change of emotion when somebody says his name..."

"You think Phil's got amnesia?", Patrick's disbelief is growing with every sentence I say.

"I don't know, okay?", I sigh angrily. "Just... never mind it."

"Hey", Patrick hops onto the couch again. "I don't like to see my boyfriend go to sleep with something important on his mind."

My heart starts to beat faster at the word 'boyfriend' and I smile. "It's okay, honestly. Just go to sleep, you're tired."

"Very true", Patrick yawns again. Without saying anything else he crawls into the bed and curls up onto his side. In a few seconds his breathing has become slower and I know he's fallen asleep.

Trying to make the least possible noise, I lay down next to him. The mattress creaks slightly and I cringe, which only causes Patrick to let out a small snore.

I close my eyes. Nothing's wrong, I'm just paranoid. But why is that feeling deep down in my guts telling me that there is definitely something wrong?

It takes long for me to fall asleep, and when I'm asleep, I'm restless and my dreams are filled with Phil's blue eyes and another pair of blue eyes I wish I could forget.

-

"All right lovebirds, time to get up!", a thundering low voice obnoxiously wakes me up.

"Piss off, Andy." I already know it is my friend before I have even opened my eyes.

"No way, big boy. We gotta practise for your coronation."

"Fuck!" All of a sudden I'm completely awake. My scream has woken Patrick up who is looking at me with widened eyes.

"I'm so sorry, did I scare you?", I try to comfort him, ignoring Andy again.

"No, I'm fine", Patrick smiles a bit shakily. "Go practise, I know you have to. Your coronation is soon."

My coronation as Archangel. My reluctance for this event is indescribable. God said that it was official that when an Angel had done such an important deed for his comrades, he had the right to become an Archangel. His words, I would never say 'comrade'.

The crimson red tips of my wings would turn into gold, I could visit Earth whenever I wanted. And of course, infinite respect... Woohoo...

"Hey, Casanova, you coming?" Andy was being exceptionally annoying this morning.

I sigh, turn around and pull my sassiest face. "Andy, there is one very big problem with your face and that is that I can see it. Fuck off."

But my friend doesn't move an inch. "Wentz, you know you've got to practise. Come on."

I sigh again, louder this time, and step out of bed. Andy was already walking out of the room and I follow him, not even bothering to fix my hair but blowing a kiss to Patrick on my way out.

When I walk into the seemingly endless corridor that leads to the main hall, I am greeted by a voice with a British accent shouting my name.

"Pete!"

I jump up, not having had a particularly good experience with British accents in the past. I turn around and luckily see Phil standing there.

"Jesus Christ, Phil...", I laugh. "You scared me."

"Why?", Phil joyfully asks. Joyfully. Just like he was before Dan died.

"I thought you were someone else." I expect to see some sign of recognition on his face, like he knew who I was talking about, but there is nothing. "Your accent, you know?"

"I've met a man who had a British accent only a few days ago...", Phil mumbles vaguely. "I don't know why I met him, but he was nice. He helped me..."

I frown and turn away, leaving Phil with glazed-over eyes and a dreamy smile on his face. Somehow, I have the idea the feeling in my guts was right.

Phil's been acting weird lately, and it's not the good kind of weird.

A/N: Y'all, I'm back again! After all this time! I'm so excited to continue this story again since it's my pride and joy and I've already got a thousand ideas for what I want to happen. Anyway, I really hope you like it and please leave a comment if you did :)

~Panda