Where We Started [Joetrick]

5. Library

"This is not a date!" I protested, for what seemed to be the six-hundredth time. "We are studying for a project."

Pete grinned at me, over the top of his book. "So then it's a study date," he amended. 

I shook my head and pulled on my jacket. "No date."

Pete smirked. "Whatever you say," he sang in an accusatory tone.

"Knock, knock." Brendon entered the small, dirty, room.

"You know, typically you wait for someone to invite you in," I muttered, zipping my jacket.

Brendon stepped over the various piles of clothes and laid across the edge of Pete's mattress. "Why? I'm not a vampire."

I rolled my eyes. "Sometimes, I wish I lived alone."

"Oh please," Pete scoffed, "if you lived alone you would never experience the daily gift that is me, Pete Wentz."

Brendon's eyes lit up as he scanned over my outfit. "Where are you headed?"

"On as date," Pete answered quickly.

"It's not a date!" I said calmly and pulled my phone off of the charger. "Patrick and I are going to the library."

Brendon burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry," he wiped tears from his eyes. "I thought I just heard you say you were going to the library."

"I am going to the library," I said. "I'm going to study."

"Well, I guess love really does make you do crazy things," he said thoughtfully.

I opened the door. "Do not, under any circumstances follow me to the library." I glared at their innocent faces.

And despite my warning and freezing glare, I could still hear them talking behind the closed door.

"Did he say to follow him to the library?" Brendon asked.

"I don't know, but we should, just to be safe," Pete said.

I sighed, dreading their arrival.

>>>>>>

"Mr. Armstrong said he wanted us to write a declaration of independence," Patrick sat across from me on a plush chair, his knees  drawn up to his chest. "What do you want to put in it?"

I bit down on my pencil thoughtfully. "Wow, the only time I can complain and nobody tells me to shut up and be more grateful."

Patrick smiled.

He looked cute today- which was nothing new- he was always cute. He was dressed in a green cardigan that brought out his eyes and wore a small fedora.

"But, since I have this opportunity, I might as well take it." I cracked my knuckles. "Our government is run by a pack of self-serving, egotistical wolves that prey on the weak and expose those who don't share their views. They're all a bunch of idiots."

Patrick chuckled. "American Idiots."

"That's witty." I nodded. "I like it, coin it, franchise it."

Patrick scribbled some words into his notebook. "Besides the country being runned-"

"Ruined," I corrected, "this country is being ruined. It's going to complete shit."