Troubled Soul || Fall Out Boy

~4~

When Pete and Hillary and Andrew got home from school, there was another man at the house talking with Patrick. In Pete's room.

"But please Mom!" Pete whined.

"No, Peter. You can have your room back when Dr Urie leaves, okay?"

He stomped his foot on the ground. "But it's my room!"

"Correction: It's your room and Patrick's room. What are you so desperate to do in there anyway? All your toys are in the playroom. Go play with Hillary and Andrew. I'm sure they'll be done in a few hours."

By dinnertime, they still hadn't left Pete's room. Pete pushed the vegetables around on his plate in a rather violent manner.

"Why do we have to have the weirdo here?" He grumbled.

"Peter!" His mother scolded. "Patrick is not a weirdo. We've been through this. He is staying with us because he doesn't have anywhere else he can be and because we're nice people who are going to make him feel welcome."

"He's so weird though! Why does he cry so much?!"

"Because, Peter, he's come from a very bad place. He's never had a proper Mom or Dad or a proper home like you have. So we're going to be very nice to him, okay?"

"Okay Daddy!" Andrew chirped.

Pete scowled. "Can't he go somewhere else?"

"No, Peter." Pete's Mom said firmly.

"Can he stay in my room?" Hillary asked.

Pete's Dad shook his head. "No, he's staying in Pete's room."

"What?!" Pete shrieked.

"We bought you a bunk bed, it's about time you share it."

Pete angrily slammed his fist on the table. "This isn't fair!"

"It's fair young man. You can only use one bed. Patrick hasn't' even had a proper bed before. Now, you can shut your cakehole and be nice, or you can be grounded. Which one would you prefer?"

Pete shut his mouth and angrily pushed his vegetables around on his plate until dinner was over.

It wasn't until after bedtime that the man and Patrick came downstairs. Patrick still looked like he was about to cry. Pete craned his neck from his position on the lounge room couch to hear their conversation.

"Do you want to go and sit with Pete while we talk to Dr Urie?" Pete's Dad asked Patrick softly, as if not to upset him.

Patrick timidly nodded, before starting to make his way over to the couch. Pete watched him the whole way, noticing the funny way he walked. One big step with one leg, then a smaller, quicker step with the second leg.

"I don't like you." Pete said.

Patrick looked over at Pete from his side of the couch. "Okay."

"You shouldn't have your shoes on the couch. Dad gets mad if you have shoes on the couch."

Patrick adjusted his pose so his shoes were hanging off the edge of the couch.

"You should take your shoes off." Pete recommended.

Patrick shook his head. "N-No..."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't w-want to."

"Dad's gonna get really mad at you."

Patrick seemed more nervous, but didn't say anything.

"Thanks for everything, once again Dr Urie." Pete's Mom said as she walked him to the door past the entrance to the lounge.

"It was no problems at all, Mrs Wentz. I'll see you on Monday, Patrick. Hi, Pete."

Pete wasn't sure how to react to the strange man with the big forehead.

"Alright boys, it's time for bed. Peter, head up and get changed. Patrick and I will be up in a minute." Pete's Mom announced once the strange man had left.

Pete folded his arms. "Why can't I stay up too?"

"Because, Peter, just because. Go up to bed please."

Peter stomped all the way up the stairs and into bed.