Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 23: bubbles

~Pete~
I sat in the hospital room with Patrick. They had given him medicine that made him go to sleep, but once he woke up we were free to go. They said that we had gotten lucky that I got him to the hospital so quickly. I soon got him home. The next month and a half were a blur. Gerard and Frank were on break, along with Mikey and Ray. Everyone still hung out together, but it was different. Even after the funeral. No one had closure. "I'm so fucking tired of just being sad all the time guys." Said Ryan handing me a cigarette. "I think we all are." Said Frank, taking a puff from his own smoke. "What are we even crying about anymore? The funeral was a month ago." Said Ray. "I can't do this anymore. I don't want to be sad anymore. I just want my Geebear back." Said Frank. Mikey and Gerard were both home sick today. They had gotten food poisoning from some pizza the other day. "Ryan, can I have one?" I heard Patrick say. "I only have cigarettes." Ryan said. "Don't care." Said Patrick reaching his hand out for one. "No. I'm not letting you smoke cigarettes. Frank you got any greens?" I said. Frank pulled a joint out and handed it to Patrick. "Thanks." He said lighting it up. It was Saturday and we were all behind the school smoking cigarettes. It's not like I wanted to die before I turned 23, but Andy and Joe didn't even have that option. They were cheated at it made their time be cut short. "What the fuck are we doing?" I asked throwing my cigarette to the ground. "Smoking. Like we always do." Said Frank. "But why? What good is it doing? We're just killing ourselves, and it's not going to bring Joe and Andy back-" I said, but I got cut off. "Don't you fucking bring Andy and Joe into this!" Yelled Ryan. "Pete's right. No matter what we do they are not coming back, but what else are we going to do? We smoke, we drink, we have sex, repeat. Well, maybe not the sex part. All of us are on break right now, but you get the point." Said Spencer. "I just want to be done with this grief shit. I'm done being sad. I know their dead. I just want things to go back to normal." Said Frank. They all threw down their cigarettes. "We should go check in on Mikey and G. I'm sure they'll appreciate it." Said Ray. I looked over to Patrick. "Yeah. Let's do it." He said.

We showed up at the way house with a big bowl of ramen. "What are you guys doing here?" Asked Mikey when he opened the door. "We brought soup." Said Ray giving Mikey a hug. Mikey held on a second longer after Ray released. We all walked in. Patrick had never been inside the Way house. Most of the windows were closed, and it was pretty dark. Gerard was throwing up when we walked into the living room. Frank knew better than to try and comfort him, but he did anyway. We all settled in on the couches. "Is it bad if I'm not sad anymore?" Mikey said snuggling into Ray. "No. I don't know what I feel anymore." Said Patrick throwing his head back. Patrick really didn't like talking about the crash, and this was probably the most he talked about it since the funeral. My phone started ringing. "'Trick, it's your mom." I said handing the phone over to him. He walked out of the room. "We're gonna be ok guys. We don't have to feel guilty to not be sad. We can still enjoy our lives. G, you should be happy about getting best in show with your art work. Frank, you should be happy about getting a perfect score on your math test. Ray, you can be happy that Mikey is getting better. And Ryan, you can be happy about Brendon coming home this summer. We don't have to be miserable." Said Spencer. Soon Patrick walked out. "My parents are leaving and they want you to take me home they can see me." He said. "Ok we're gonna head out. We'll see you later. Get better boys." I said as Patrick and I made our way to the door.

~Patrick~
"I'll be fine mom." I said as she hugged me. "Ok. We'll be home Wednesday. Be safe. Pete, you make sure he stays fed. We won't be that far if anything happens." She said walking out the door. "When do you have to go home?" I asked Pete. "I don't have to. I can spend the night if you want me to." He said. I nodded my head. It had been a long day, and I didn't feel like doing much. Just staying home. We watched some movies and ordered pizza for dinner. It was getting quite late. "I'm going to head to bed." I said getting off the couch, and walking up to my room. I had been distant with Pete since the accident. I tried to push him away, but he still tried to be close to me. I had already gone through all the stages of grief, and now felt like an emotionless blob. I couldn't sleep for the life of me. I felt so cold and alone. Pete was just down stairs. For once I wanted him to walk up here and sleep with me, but I doubt that would happen. I got out of bed, wrapping the blanket around my arms, and making my way downstairs. Pete was still watching TV on the couch. I didn't say anything, I just sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around him. He was a little shocked. "Petey, I'm cold." I said as he wrapped his arms around me. "It's ok. I'm here. You're safe." He said. He held me tight as I started drifting off. I felt so warm and close to him. We hadn't been like this in a while, I didn't even want to fall asleep, I just wanted to lay there and cuddle all night.

I woke up to the phone ringing. "I'll get it." Said Pete getting off the couch. He walked into the kitchen and answered the phone. Soon enough, he was walking back into the living room. "Your mom was wondering how you were doing. I told her you were fine." He said sitting back down onto the couch. I instantly wrapped my arms around him. "I missed this." I said. "Me too." He said pulling me close to him. I was in and out of sleep for the next few hours, until his phone rang. "Hey mom, I'm at Patrick's. I'm sorry, but he wasn't feeling well. I'm sorry ok? Yeah I know. Well it was late. I know. I will next time. Yes I'm staying all day. I'll be home tonight. His parents aren't home. Yeah, I'll ask. Ok. Ok. Ok! See you tonight. Yes Patrick will be there. Bye mom." He said. "It was my mom. She doesn't want you to be at home alone so she's making you spend the night. She doesn't like that your parents just trust you to stay home alone." He said. "That's fine." I said snuggling into him. "When's the last time you took a shower?" He asked. "A while." I said. I honestly don't remember. "Your hair is really greasy" he said messing it up. I lightly laughed. "You should take a shower." He said. "But I want to stay here and cuddle." I said. "But you have to shower." He said messing my hair up more. "Can I take a bath?" I asked. "I don't care what you do as long as you get clean." He said. "With you?" I asked looking up at him. He smirked at the idea.

We were upstairs running a bath. Pete had put bubbles in it and it looked quite relaxing. Pete took off his pants and t-shirt, and I did the same. My arms were still wrapped up by force of habit. He took off his underwear and got into the bathtub. "You're getting in, right?" He asked. I nodded, pulling down my underwear as well. "Arms?" He asked. "What about them?" I asked back. "Are you going to unwrap them?" He asked. I looked down in shame. I was really self conscious about my arms, and he knew that. He looked to the other way as I unwrapped my arms, and slipped into the bathtub. The bubbles covered our bodies and his arms held me tightly. "Let's wash your hair" he said pouring soap on my head and starting to scrub. When he was done he kissed the back of my neck. His hands on my lower waist, his kisses on my shoulder blades, biting every once and a while. Oh, it was hot. I pressed my fingers into his thighs. He hummed into my back. He was so fucking hot. Why did I push him away? This felt amazing. He massaged my hips, and kissed my back, and it felt so nice. He massaged my inner thigh with one hand, and right below my hip bone with the other. He sucked on my shoulder blades, bitting every once in a while. "Mhm Pete. I missed this." I moaned out. He kissed up the back of my neck and to my ear. "Is my little Patrick horny?" He asked kissing next to my ear. "It doesn't help when you have your hands where you do." I said in a breathy voice. He lightly kissed my neck, and I leaned my head to the side to give home more room. I really missed this Pete. "I forgot how close I felt to you when you-" I was cut off by a door slamming. "Who was that?" Pete asked. "No one is supposed to be here but us." I said. Pete instantly took his hands off me and we both got out of the bath. He helped me get the soap out, and we both got dressed. I exited the bathroom and headed downstairs. I was cautious as I headed down the stairs. When I got to the bottom I noticed there was stuff all over the couches. Had mom and dad come home early? "Fuck!" I heard someone scream from the kitchen. I rounded the corner to see a girl with deep brown hair standing in the kitchen. She was roughly my hight. I picked up a glass cup off the counter and broke it. I saw people in movies do it with glass bottles as a weapon. She turned around to the sound of broken glass and instantly put their hands up. "Patrick, what the fuck?" Said Pete. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?" I asked bringing the piece of sharp glass closer to her body. "Wow Patrick, you don't recognize your own sister? And would shank her with a piece of broken glass?" Said the girl. "Nancy?" I asked dropping the glass. I pulled her into a hug. I hadn't seen my sister since she left for college. She was quite a few years older than me. She left for college when I was barely in junior high. "Do parents know your here?" I asked. "Parents aren't home?" She asked back. "They're out of town." I said. "And they just left you all alone?" She said putting her hand on her hip, doing the sarcastic, know it all, eyebrow raise with her little smirk. Her sign of power. She was my older sister. She had plenty of power over me. "I'm fifteen. They leave me home all the time." I said trying to reach her level of sass. I failed miserably. "Whatever. Just clean up this glass" she said. I looked back to Pete standing behind me. "When were you planning on telling me you had a sister?" He asked imitating her sign of power. "Shut up." I said lightly pushing his shoulder. I hadn't been playful with him in a while. He had this smile of trust spread ear to ear. I could've kissed him. I should've kissed him. And you know what I did? I kissed him.

*a/n*
Been forever since an update. I'm sorry. I started school again, so I can't just sit at the computer all day. Well, hope you liked the chapter. Okz. Bye!