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Patrick's POV

Brendon leaves me to read for a few hours then the door opens and Pete slowly pokes his head around the door. He watches me for a couple of seconds before coming over and stuttering out "Hi Patrick, Ryan and Brendon wanna hang out before dinner so they told me to come ask"

That sounds like a great time so I start to get up but he shuffles his feet awkwardly "You don't have to, I'm sure they'll find a way to run off together away, I think they like each other"

Pete's so cute and innocent so I laugh and nod "Brendon really likes Ryan so I bet they'll get together". That makes him smile which warms my heart, especially when he says "I'm gay too and Brendon says you're gay, that's kind of cool". If it was anyone else I'd think they were implying something but with Pete it seems totally innocent still. "Yeah I'm gay, we're like the four gay musketeers"

If I thought Pete's smile was cute his giggle almost kills me and it takes all my self control not to grab his hand. Instead I start towards the door and me and Pete walk back to the lounge side by side.

When we get there Brendon slips his arm through mine and whispers that him and Ryan are going on a date. I feel a rush of pride even though I barely know them and did basically nothing to help. According to Pete's there's been sexual tension for ages so I guess I just turned up at the right time to see it all happen.

We find an old game of snakes and ladders and while Ryan and Pete set it up Brendon gushes to me about Ryan. It's adorable how much he likes him and I really really hope they're happy together.

Once he gets his Ryan rant out Brendon nudges me and sighs "I'm so fucking happy man, you're like my little good luck charm, maybe I should drag you on the date to make sure I get laid". That makes us both snort with laughter and makes Ryan look up at us, giving Brendon a fond look "What're you two nerds laughing about? You talking about me?"

I'm about to deny it when Brendon slings an arm around my shoulders and calls back "Just talking about how much you love dicks up your ass, nothing to worry about sweetums"

Now all three of us are cackling with laughter while Pete blushes bright red and stares intently at the game. Eventually we calm down and start to play, trying not to corrupt Pete any further.

After a few rounds of Ryan kicking all our asses continuously Brendon throws the dice across the room. He sits there pouting like a 6 year old as Ryan plays with his hair to make him laugh.

Pete looks slightly scared but packs up the board and arranges all the game pieces in colour order before looking up at me "You can leave if you don't wanna be here with me. I understand if you hate me, Brendon's probably told you things about me"

He sounds so upset but I don't understand why he would be. Brendon hasn't told me anything about him and even if he did I doubt it would make me hate him. Pete's just a cute shy kid and I can't imagine anything that got him here being very bad.

I try to tell Pete I don't know anything about him but he keeps whimpering and telling me it's ok to hate him. Eventually he must get the idea that I really don't know what's going on and whispers "I have a lot of issues, you'll think I'm crazy".

It's kind of funny that he thinks he's the crazy one after I've tried to kill myself 9 times but I guess I don't really know. There are worse things than hating the world but I just can't imagine any of them relating to Pete.

When I don't move away or seem scared of him Pete flashes a look at Brendon and Ryan then blurts out "Apparently I have an eating disorder, trauma, PTSD, depression and anxiety". None of that seems bad enough to make me end the friendship so I shuffle a little closer to him "I'm not going to judge, I'm here because I tried to end my life and a lot of people here probably have problems like yours. Everyone here has been through terrible shit and is fucked up because of it, you don't have to be ashamed"

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