Boycott Love (Sequel to Don't Come Home For Christmas) ~ Peterick

Chapter Four - The I in Lie.

P.O.V Patrick

This is getting easier as it goes. Pete doesn't suspect a thing. I call Brendon everyday at about 9pm and text him most of the night. Pete hasn't got a clue where I hide my phone. I feel bad to admit it but I'm enjoying this. I really am. 

"Pete? I'm going upstairs to take a nap again." I said very casually, just as I've been doing for weeks. "That's a lot of naps.. You feeling okay?" He was looking straight at me, his head risen from his book. "N-no. Actually I feel a bit sick. Flu I think. I'm gonna go sleep it off." 

My lies are definitely getting quicker. He looked back down to his book and shrugged before sighing "Okay." 

I walked up the pearl white marble steps that led up to our bedroom. I could feel Pete's eyes burning my back as I left. Oh God, maybe he does suspect something. 

I dialed up Brendon and lay on the bed. 

"Hey sweetie!" He said loudly.

"Sarah's out then?" I whispered, hoping Pete wouldn't hear. 

"Yup! NOW I CAN SHOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!" 

"Love you too then." 

"So what's up?"

"Told Pete I had the flu. Totally believed me. I don't know how long I can go behind his back though." 

"Well do you love him still?" 

"Yeah.. Yeah I do." 

"Do you love me?"

"I love you.."

"Are we equal?"

"I don't know.. Like I really love Pete and all but.."

"Patrick, lets face it. We're just a fling." 

I couldn't deny that. Me and Brendon said it a lot, but we didn't actually 'love' each other. 

"Fair enough I guess.." 

"It doesn't mean I don't like you." 

"I like you.. I haven't saw you since we kissed that night." 

I heard a bowl smash outside the door and an angry thud against the wall. 

"It was a good-"

"I need to go.. shit... I'll talk later."

P.O.V Pete

"N-no. Actually I feel a bit sick. Flu I think. I'm gonna go sleep it off." Patrick said, quietly. 

He's been taking a 'nap' everyday for weeks. It's getting worrying. He must be pretty sick. 

"Okay." I said, sighing and looking back down at my book. 

He walked up the pearl white marble steps that led up to our bedroom. I couldn't help but look at him as he walked out. He didn't sound sick... That's a bit.. strange. I read for another five minutes before I went to get Patrick some soup.

Everytime either of us were sick we'd make each other soup and watch a movie. Whilst I waited for the microwave to beep letting me know that it was ready I read another page of the book. 

The Fault in Our Stars. Patrick suggested it to me. Insane book. I'm not much of a romantic myself but hey, John Green's a fantastic writer. 

I was so lost in the book that I almost didn't hear the microwave. I took one of the trays we had sitting beside the microwave and put the bowl of soup on it and a cup of tea. 

I hope he isn't sleeping. Climbing up the steps, balancing the tray so I didn't spill anything on the new carpet. It's pure white for a start and cost most of our savings from the last tour. 

I tip-toed across the carpet so I didn't wake him, but as I got closer to the door I heard voices. 

"I love you.." 

Awh.. Is Patrick talking to his mum or something?

"I don't know.. Like I really love Pete and all but.."

Is he breaking up with me?!

"Fair enough I guess.." He sounded a tiny bit upset. 

"I like you too.. I haven't saw you since we kissed that night."

The tray slipped straight out of my hand and a loud crash of the bowl and the mug smashing filled the hallway. My first instinct was to barge into the room and punch him square in the face. Instead I slid down the wall and set my head in my hands, trying to figure out what I did wrong.