Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 28

Pete's POV

    I was in the same room as before, with the bright lights. This time, there was a table with three chairs in the middle

    Natasha and Patrick were sitting down in two of the chairs, talking. Their heads were close together, and they were whispering.

I walked over to them, and sat down. The two looked up at me, and moved their chairs further away. I frowned, feeling slightly hurt, but I spoke up.

"Hey guys," I said. Patrick looked at me, and exchanged a glance with Natasha, obviously holding back laughter. "Guys?"

"Um... Pete?" Patrick spoke. "Why-" He snickered. "Why are you even trying?" Both him and Natasha burst out in laughter. My face burned in embarrassment. Why were they laughing at me?

"W-What do you mean?" I stammered out. Patrick rolled his eyes at me.

"I mean, why are you even trying to help me? Is it because of your silly little crush on me?" Natasha burst out in another bout of laughter. "Give it up, Pete," Patrick waved his hand. I bit my tongue.

"Really Pete, you are going to get yourself killed for nothing." Natasha said. "I mean, without me you are just a little kid, wandering around. God," Natasha let out a sharp breath. "It has been so, fucking, annoying dragging you around."

"Pete, Pete, Pete." Patrick said, drawing my attention back to him. My eyes were filling up with tears, and I willed them to not fall.

"Shut up," I mumbled, but Patrick ignored me.

"What if-" He gave a fake gasp. "What if I don't want to go home?" I frowned, and looked at him.

"Why wouldn't you?" I sat up in my chair. "Patrick, a drug ring is literally holding you captive." Patrick shrugged.

"It is not that bad. I mean, I don't have to worry about you following me around like a lost puppy. It has always been horrible for publicity." Patrick said.

I couldn't help it. Tears began to overspill onto my cheeks, and Natasha snickered.

"What? You can't handle the truth?" She asked. Patrick and her shared another glance. Natasha sighed. "Pete, just let go. We don't need you." Patrick leaned forward across the table.

"Pete, we don't want you."

I jolted awake in the chair. My body was slouched over uncomfortably, so I sat up, raising my arms above my head and stretching.

Brendon was still asleep, but it looked like he was waking up. It was 5, so I had slept for a few hours.

I stood up, and rubbed my eyes. What the hell was up with these dreams? I rarely dreamed, but these were... Vivid.

Some people said that dreams were trying to tell them something. Honestly, I don't want to know what my dreams were trying to tell me.

A ring came from across the room. It was Brendon's cell phone. I glanced over at him, but he was still fast asleep. I guess I was wrong about him waking up.

Going against my better judgement, I walked over to his phone and picked it up. It was Joe calling him. I haven't talked him in ages. I guess it wouldn't hurt.

I stepped out of the room, and answered the call.

"Brendon, what-" Joe started, but I cut him off.

"Hey Joe." I said softly. Joe went dead silent. I held my breath, ready for him to cuss me out.

"Pete?" Joe's voice was hushed. I heard a commotion behind him, and what sounded like Andy's voice. "God, is that you?" I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"Yeah. How are you?"

"Good- Wait, Andy is here. Let me put you on speaker." Joe said, and I could hear him fumbling with his phone. I got into my own room, relaxing a little.

"Hi, Pete!" Andy said.

"Yo." I responded.

"Pete, man, how are you?" Joe said.

"Erm, good. I am good. I feel better now that Brendon is here." I responded truthfully. It was nice to talk to Andy and Joe again.

"Speaking of, where is Brendon?" Andy asked. I chuckled.

"Passed out in his room, drunk."

"Isn't it like, only 5 over there?" Joe asked. I shrugged.

"Yeah, but I showed him a bar that he really, really, liked." I said, making Joe laugh. "So, how have things been with you guys?"

"Oh, you know. Only worrying that our best friends were dead." Andy said blandly. I winced.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I said simply.

Andy, Joe and I talked for a little bit longer, until they had to go. I promised to call them later.

I walked back into Brendon's room, and put his phone on the table. He was still asleep, which was good. He needed his sleep.

I went back to my room sitting on the bed.

I don't know if I could survive until we get Patrick back.