Where We Started [Joetrick]

6. Doctor

Joe Trohman:

"Pete!" I groaned, grabbing a tissue. "I think I'm dying." I sneezed violently. 

Pete looked up from his phone. "Well, according to the doctoral degree I am not studying for, I diagnose you with the common cold."

Brendon chuckled, crossing his legs. "You shouldn't have given your jacket to Patrick." He leaned back against the wall. 

"Shut up you little shit," I groaned and grabbed another tissue. "Nobody asked you." I sneezed again, knocking the box off of the bed. 

Pete set them back on my nightstand. "Brendon's right though. If you didn't want to get sick, you shouldn't have walked home in the fifty degree weather without a jacket." 

"I was being a gentleman." I rolled my eyes. "He was cold and didn't have a jacket; it was the right thing to do." 

Brendon scoffed. "Look at where the right thing got you."

I sighed and picked up my phone. There was a notification on the screen from Patrick. 

From Stumplet: Are you coming to government today? 

"Apparently, it got me to the point where Patrick is asking me if I'm coming to class," I said smugly. 

"He's doing that because you're his partner on a month long project," Pete pointed out. 

"Details, details." I typed out a short message explaining that I was too sick to deal with Mr. Armstrong. 

Brendon leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Do you think Patrick would introduce me to his friend Ryan?" 

"I'm pretty sure Ryan's straight." I put my hands behind my head. 

Brendon and Pete burst into laughter. 

"Oh no, no, no." Brendon shook his head. "If Ryan's straight, then so is Pete."

Pete nodded in agreement. "There's no way he's straight; he wears way too many scarves and cardigans." 

"Maybe he's just cold." I suggested. 

"Yeah, and I'm not dying to fuck Ryan Ross," Brendon laughed. "So anyways, do you think he could set me up with him?"

I ignored him, due to the fact that my phone vibrated harshly against my bed. 

From Stumplet: Did I do that when I took your jacket?

To Stumplet: Maybe 

"I mean, in all honesty, it's not like I can do better than Ryan Ross," Brendon shrugged. 

"He seems like a great guy." Pete added. "Why would he ever date you?" 

Brendon smirked. "Well, if he doesn't know how much of an ass I am, then I might have a chance." 

From Stumplet: Want me to come over? I feel like I owe you for getting you sick. 

To Stumplet:  You would ditch class for me? That seems a little out of character. 

From Stumplet: See what you do to me. I'll be over in ten. 

"Patrick's coming over," I announced. "He said he'd be here in ten minutes."

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Brendon exclaimed.

"See where the right thing gets you." I looked at the two smugly. 

Pete rolled off of the bed. "Well, I would like to see exactly where the right thing leads, but I have class; and so do you Brendon." He stuffed a notebook into his backpack. "We don't want to be late."