Warning: Strong Language (This is why this book is rated Mature).
On Monday, Patrick had to go to see Dr Urie.
When Pete got home, he decided to ask him about it. Pete's bed still didn't have any sheets on it, so while Patrick was sitting on the bottom bunk, quietly musing over his notebook, Pete perched himself down next to him.
Patrick looked annoyed, but Pete didn't care. He bounced up and down, sending ripples of movement through the mattress.
Patrick seemingly did not appreciate the enthusiasm. "C-Can I h-help you?"
"Whacha doing?" Pete asked, attempting to open the conversation.
"L-Looking." Patrick stated, flicking through his notebook.
"Huh. Well, anyway, what do you do at Dr Urie's? Coz apparently we all have to go on Saturday. And I wanna know what you do there."
Patrick seemed noticeably more nervous, Pete noted. But he couldn't figure out why.
"W-We just t-talked..."
Pete considered. "What did you talk about?"
"Stuff..."
"What sort of stuff?"
"Just... stuff."
Pete frowned. "That sounds boring."
Patrick nodded silently and went back to looking through his notebook.
Pete's Mom poked her head in. She smiled when she saw the two boys sitting together.
"We're going to go to the mall for a little bit." She explained. "Patrick, you need some bedsheets, and we need to pick up some things for dinner."
Pete pulled his shoes on. "Okay Mom. Is Hillary coming too?"
"She's waiting downstairs."
Pete nodded. "Okay. Are we going now?"
Pete's Mom nodded. "Are you okay with that Patrick?"
Patrick looked more terrified than anything, but nodded and stood up.
The three walked downstairs, with Pete's Mom helping Patrick the majority of the way. Pete figured he wasn't good at going up the stairs because he was an ampoootee. Either way, he followed them out to the car.
"Mom, can I sit in the front?" Pete asked innocently. He knew that because of Andrew's car seat, all three children wouldn't fit in the backseat. And considering that he was the eldest, and the most responsible, he figured that he would have the best odds.
"Not today Peter. Patrick's turn today."
Pete's mouth fell agape.
"But I wanna go! I'm the eldest!" Pete stomped his foot on the ground.
"No, Peter. And if you keep that up, there'll be no TV for the rest of the week."
Pete growled in frustration and climbed in the back, his hatred for Patrick growing.
They arrived at the mall and Pete's Mom led them inside. She grabbed a shopping cart and offered Patrick the seat, but he declined, so Hillary took his place. It was a fairly slow walk, as Pete's Mom made everyone walk really slow so that Patrick could keep up with the family due to his funny way of walking. Pete was starting to get annoyed.
Finally, they reached the bed shop. Pete's Mom led Patrick over to the bedsheets and encouraged him to choose some.
"Whichever ones you want Pattycakes. What ones do you want?"
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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.
