When Pete got home from school, Patrick was sitting on the bottom bunk of Pete's bed.
"What are you doing?!" Pete accused.
Patrick froze, dropping the small toy car from his hands onto the floor with a dink. He already looked like he was about to cry.
"This is my room!"
"M-Mrs W-Wentz s-said..." Patrick stammered.
"I don't care what Mom said! This is my room and you're not welcome!"
Pete stormed over to Patrick and grabbed his hand, before pulling him off the bed and shoving him out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He smiled in triumph, before frowning when he noticed a backpack full of things that didn't belong to him.
Curiously, he unzipped it. He found another toy car, a sweater, and about 37 cents. Reaching deeper into the bag he found a jar of ointment, a crumpled up ball of paper and a sketchbook. He was about to start reading it, before the door burst open and Patrick hobbed in and snatched it away.
"M-Mine."
"It's in my room! It's mine! Give it back!" Pete yelled, trying to snatch it back.
Patrick shook his head. "N-No!"
Pete pushed Patrick to the ground and grabbed the notebook. "Ha! I win!"
Patrick's eyes went glassy again and Pete groaned. "Go ahead baby, cry."
Patrick burst into tears.
Pete climbed up to the top bunk with Patrick's notebook and leaned against the wall to start reading. "Can you be quiet? I want to read now."
Patrick sniffled and slowly began putting his possessions back into his bag, trying to hide his obvious sobs.
Pete groaned. "Go downstairs and annoy someone else. Come on. Go."
"C-Can I have my b-book back?"
"When I've finished reading it."
Patrick sat down on the bottom bunk. "P-Please?"
Pete groaned. "Get out, Patrick. This is my room, you're sitting on my bed, go get something of your own! All you have is junk. Just, get out and don't come back!"
Pete expected Patrick to burst into tears yet again, but he slowly picked up his bag and limped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Pete is triumphant.
Well, Pete was triumphant for all of 5 minutes until his Mom came up (presumably to check on Patrick) and found the scene.
He knows he's in trouble when his Mom calls him Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III.
His Mom's face is red with anger, and words like 'respect', 'robbery' and 'bullying' are thrown around carelessly. Pete hung his head, quietly waiting for the scolding to be over. His mother warns him that if there is one more incident, Pete won't be allowed to go over to Andy's house anymore. That makes him stop.
Finally, when Pete's Mom has finished yelling, she snatches Patrick's notebook back and hands it back to Patrick.
Pete hadn't noticed while his Mom was yelling, but Patrick had curled up underneath his desk and started crying. Pete wondered why, after all, he was the one who had just gotten in trouble. Patrick was simply reaping the rewards.
Pete added it to the list of reasons that Patrick was weird.
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Troubled Soul || Fall Out Boy
Fanfiction"So why doesn't he go to school?" Andy asked. "I think he's just too weird." Pete replied. Pete's parents have a new kid. A weird kid. A kid who always looks likes he's going to cry and walks funny. A foster kid. Pete doesn't like him. Not at all.