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When we got home, it was almost noon. Frank locked himself in his room, Brendon paced around the kitchen texting Ryan, and I just sat in the living room.
Fuck school, I had almost no classes anyways. Being a senior is not as fun as everyone says. Your schedule is basically all empty periods, and you have to come to grips that your actually are gonna have to start being a functioning human being.
I sigh as my phone vibrates against my leg again. I must have almost thirty messages, all from Patrick. As my phone vibrates with another message, I finally pull it out of my pocket and answer.
Me:I might be trying to do something ya know
Pat:OMG PETE YOU ANSWERED
Me:I'm trying to do something. Such as slowly plotting my own death
Pat:WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER ME UNTIL NOW?!?!
Me:Calm down
Pat:WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY WHERE AT THE HOSPITAL FOR GERARD? WHAT HAPPENED?!
Me: I don't know
Pat:IS GERARD DEAD?!?! ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO BURY HIM AND FRANK?!?!
Me:Be quiet!
Pat:WE'RE TALKING THROUGH A SCREEN I CAN'T BE LOUD!!
Me:you can stop using all caps -_-
Pat: NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED
Me: I don't know
Pat:TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: i can't
Pat:PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Me:I SAID I C A N ' T I D O N O T K N O W W H A T H A P P E N E D
Pat:oh
Me:yeah -_-
Pat:sowry
Me:..........................why?
Me:fine, you are forgiven
Pat:Yea!!!!!
Me:start with the all caps again and I'll not let you kidnap me for a month
Pat:WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY THO
Me:S
Me:T
Me:O
Me:P
Pat:fine :(
I smiled at Patrick's messages. I've known him for almost two weeks, but I already, love him? But you can't love someone you've only known for two weeks! But he was my soulmate, I was supposed to love him, right?
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Harmed (Peterick)*COMPLETED*
FanfictionWhat ever your soulmate feels, whether it be emotions, pain, everything, you feel it as well. Pete couldn't figure it out. Scars littered his wrists, hips and thighs. he felt sad 90% of the time. But this wasn't him. It was his soulmate doing this...
