the boy on manic street

Six

Patrick's POV

I took my medication for the first time in three months.

I've never felt better, to be honest.

My anxiety has increased more than usual, yes, but Pete came with me to get me some anxiety medication, which will hopefully help me even more.

Today is a good day, though. I'm going to work for the first time since Thursday, when I had one of my breakdowns.

I get dressed in my uniform attire, straightening my bowtie so it isn't crooked or creased. I cuff my shirt at my elbows, always annoyed by the collars at my wrists while I serve trays. I put a thin amount of gel in my hair, spiking it out a bit like I usually do when I'm not wearing my fedora or beanie. The cold weather finally died down and the sun came out on Saturday and hasn't disappeared since. Except for at night, of course. I only have to wear my winter jacket to keep warm.

To Pete:
hey I'm going to work today, see you maybe later?

To Patrick:
of course :) have a nice day ! <3

To Pete:
:) <3

So yes, Pete and I got together, which was Friday around noon.

Flashback Start

The next morning I awaken to Pete's arm wrapped tightly around me, his other one holding the drool dripping from the side of his mouth.

I smile but wrench myself from his grasp, taking a shower 'cause I have no idea if he got any of that in my hair or what. Once I'm done, I get dressed for the day and Pete is already awake and making waffles.

"Morning 'Trick," He grins when I appear in the hallway. I smile, going to the cupboard that holds all the Ibuprofen and Tylenol, and my medication. I take it, Pete practically grinning from ear to ear, "Don't worry, we're going to get you some anxiety medication later today, alright?"

I wrap my arms around his torso, "Sure, sounds good." He leans down to kiss me briefly before turning back to making the batter. I whine, "Peeeeete."

"Whaaaat?" He says back, mocking me.

I decide to wrap my arms around his torso from behind, setting my forehead against his shoulder. We stand like that for a bit until he turns around again, smiling amusedly, "I'll never be able to shake you off, will I?"

"Nope," I smile, kissing him again. He kisses me back, holding my face. I feel electricity shoot through me.

Pete pulls back a bit after, "I've decided something."

"What?" I ask, playing with his hair.

"Something," He winks, pulling out some paper towel to lie on the bowl of batter, "Do you have any bandanas?"

I bite my lip, "Hm, I think there's a black one lying around here somewhere."

"Good. I'll find it, and then when we get back, I'm helping you clean up this place," Pete smiles, going to look for the bandana.

I put my hands on my hips, "What're you up to, Wentz?"

"You'll see."

Ten minutes later I'm in the car and seeing nothing but black. Pete made me get all dressed up and stuff, nothing to fancy though. He stopped at his house to 'get changed'. So I'm currently wearing a black t-shirt with a light blue jean jacket overtop, black skinny jeans and my favorite fedora. I miss my glasses.

We stop and I'm pulled out by Pete, whom helps guide me to who knows where. There's still snow on the ground, so I'm thankful for my combat boots.

Then I can see.