When I Text You, It Means I Miss You

Someone Had To

Patricks POV

Pete was kind. He was honestly too kind. I call him late at night and basically tell him I'm coming over and not only does he agree but when I show up at his doorstep soaking wet, he gets me warm clothes and comforts me when I break down sobbing. 

No one has been that kind to me in a long time. 

After I was done breaking down, we decided to just sit and really get to know each other. We sat and talked all night. 

Pete is really interesting. 

And really cute.

He will go on and on  about what he's learning in class because he REALLY loves English. And if you talk to him about music oh my goodness. He gets so excited and his eyes just light up and he just goes on and on and on about the bands he listens to and what albums are his favorite and why. 

And then he will go onto lyrics and oh man. His eyes get this sparkle and he's almost bouncing up and down on the couch because he has just gotten to talk about his two favorite things; Music and English writing. 

And it is by far the most adorable thing ever. 

We played twenty questions like the children we are so we could learn everything. Just really simple things like what's you favorite color and what's your favorite food. I think Pete could tell I didn't need to go too deep after everything that had happened. 

I can't even remember the last time Mitch and I stayed up talking all night. Just thinking of that name instantly makes me frown. 

"Hey is everything okay?"

I snap out of my trance and look over at him.

"Huh...Oh..yeah..."

He just stares at me for a second and says, "You're thinking about him aren't you?"

My eyes go wide, "H-h-how did you know?"

"Because you got all sad and started frowning even though I was talking about how much I love your music."

I start immediately blushing, "You r-r-really lik-ke my m-music?"

He sighs, "I know that you want to change the subject and not talk about this but you really need to. But yes I really do like your music. I think you are really talented and your EP is amazing and I can't wait for your full length album." 

There's a pause because I honestly don't know what to say. He really likes my music and thinks I'm talented. 

"Patrick, you need to talk about this." 

I know he's right and I should but after everything tonight I don't know if I can. It was hard enough to even come here but talking about it and admitting it even more to myself. 

"I know Pete I know. I just...it was hard enough to even come here tonight and let you know what's going on but...talking...I just...I don't know if I can tonight. I don't....I don't....want to admit it to myself....I don't want to accept it....It's just..It-it-it's s-ss-oo h-hard..."

I'm crying at this point. Again. 

Pete wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. 

"Hey, it's okay. I know it's hard to talk about and I know you don't want to. But you need to. If you don't, all these feelings you have will just bottle up inside and it's not healthy. Believe me."

He's running his hand up and down my shoulder and it's really comforting. I look at him and I can see the worry in his eyes. I sigh.

"You're right."

I wipe my eyes with my sweater.

"But can we do it tomorrow?"

I can see him start to give me a disapproving look. "I just.....tonight has been really tough and it's been a long night and I am really tired and you probably are too...I just...let me have one more night of not talking about it."

He sighs and doesn't say anything for a little bit and I'm really scared he's going to be angry but he just looks at me and says, "There's blankets and extra pillows in the closet over there. You can stay on the couch tonight."

My eyes go wide and I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"But we are gonna talk about this tomorrow because I wanna help you Patrick."

I grab him and give him the biggest hug and smile into his shoulder.

"Thank you Pete. Thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful I am. You saved me."

And he just chuckles and says, "Well someone had to."