"Can you stop staring at me?" Pete asked. Pete was sitting on his lower bunk, practicing his bass guitar. Patrick was just sitting and watching him. Pete thought it was creepy.
"Why don't you go downstairs and play with Hillary?"
Patrick shrugged. "I like listening to your playing."
Pete sneered. "Well, I don't like it when you listen, so can you go away?"
"I'm on my half of the room though. I'm allowed to be here. Mrs Wentz said so."
Pete grumbled to himself and put his bass back on the stand. "Fine. Then I won't play."
"Then can I have a go?"
"NO!" Pete shouted.
Patrick cowered away. "S-Sorry..."
Pete looked down at the tape line separating the room. He was silent for a moment as he observed it.
"Did you move the line?"
Patrick shook his head.
"Because I think you did."
"I-I didn't..."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
Patrick pulled his blanket over his head.
Pete's Mom walked into the room. "What's going on in here?"
"He moved the line Mom!" Pete whined.
Pete's Mom sighed and shook her head. "No, I moved the line. I made it fair. Look, now it's exactly half."
"But it was fair before!"
She folded her arms. "Why was it fair that you got a bigger half than Patrick?"
"Because it's my room!" Pete exclaimed. "It's my room! Always was, always will be! Patrick's just staying in here!"
"No ice-cream tonight, Peter." Pete's Mom told him. "You and Patrick are EQUAL, you hear me? It's both of your rooms, and you will each get exactly half. And if you move it back, there's no ice-cream for the rest of the month."
Pete scowled and walked downstairs, not wanting to be in that room any longer.
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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.
