Mutiny Below

Twenty Four

"Phil!" I yelled.  I grabbed his shoulders "Calm down"

"You're getting married tomorrow!" he said excitedly.  I sighed and let him jump around like a bunny "Is your dad coming?"

"I-I don't know.  I mentioned it to him but, he probably won't.  He wanted me to marry-"

"Mark" he said.  I nodded.  I hadn't seen Pete at all.  He was on one side of the castle and I was on the other. 

"I miss Pete.  And wheres my mom?" I asked.

"She's around town.  Said she wanted to freak people out" He smirked "I like her"

"I can talk to her.  Ashlee said shes gonna teach me to see good energy rather just bad" I smiled. 

"Well, thats good" he said.  I heard a loud roar "Oh dear"

"Oh Jesus here we go" I whispered. 

"I want Patrick!" Pete roared. 

"He can't stay calm without you can he?" Phil asked.

"Clearly not" I got up and made my way out of the room.  I heard his roar so I followed it right to the kitchen. 

"Pete calm down!" Joe yelled.

"I want Patrick!  I don't care about rules!  He keeps me sane!" He roared.  I grabbed his hand trying to avoid the claws.  He went completely quiet and still.

"Control your temper" I said gently.  He squeezed my hand "You can survive a day without me.  And don't turn around.  We need all the luck we can get"

"I don't like it when I'm not near you"

"Well you'll have to get over yourself and stop being so damn dramatic" I kissed the back of his neck.  "I'll see you tomorrow at our wedding"
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I woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare.  Phil was supposed to be near me in case this happened but, I knew he couldn't do anything about it.  I got out of bed and ran from the room.  Phil didn't even wake up.  I stopped in front of my room and opened the door.  He wasn't in there.  I went to his room and opened that door.  He was staring at his phone on his chair.  He looked over at me.

"Patrick you're not supposed to-"

"I-I had a nightmare" I stuttered.  He frowned at me.

"I knew this was a bad idea" he said to himself. "Come on, we'll go to your room"

"Can we sleep in here?" I asked. He looked over at the old bed in the corner. "Please? I'm so tired and I just-"

"Okay" he said. I stepped into his room and closed the door. I saw his eyes gleam yellow in the dark.

"Your eyes" I whispered.

"I know, they're yellow" He said "I'm not changing"

"So why are they yellow?" I asked.

"So I can see" he laughed "Thats a power of my beast side and I guess it's just here with me now"

"Oh" I whispered. He led me to his bed. I laid facing the wall and he cuddled me. "I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize" He said "It's okay"

"I wanna be normal" I whispered.

"You are normal baby" He kissed my cheek "You are" I sobbed a little bit.  "Don't cry.  Its okay"

"I don't want my mom to go" I sobbed "I need her" He hugged my waist tighter "I can't deal with it again.  She's gonna die again and I just can't fucking deal with it"

"It's okay" he whispered.  He ran his hand through my hair. 

"It's not" I cried "She was my, my best f-friend.  I never had friends Pete I-I only had her.  My mom.  And shes gonna go away again"

"You have me" he said.  I bit my lip to stop myself "And you have Phil, and Dan, and Joe, and Andy" I smiled a little "I know you miss your mom.  Trust me I do, but remember that you do have people.  People who care and love you"

"I love you" I mumbled.  I sniffled a little.  He kissed my neck.  "I'm sorry"

"Stop apologizing" He said. 

"I'm glad I'm marrying you Pete.  I'm glad I fell in love with you"

"I'm glad I fell in love with you baby.  Now get to sleep so you're not cranky at our wedding"

"Okay" I whispered.
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"I'm freakin out!" I yelled.  Phil and my mom watched me pace "This will be the first time he's seen any of his family in a very long time!  Everyone I know will be there!  I'm freaking the fuck out!"

"Language" My mom said.  I groaned and sat down on a chair "Okay, why're you so freaked out.  Be honest with me" I looked up at her.

"Everyone important to me leaves.  What if he leaves me?" I asked.  My voice cracked a bit. 

"He's afraid you'll leave him" my mom said "I think you'll both be okay"

"I don't know that though.  I mean, what if he gets sick of me!?  All I do is read!  I suck at showing emotions.  I'm ugly and I'm fat-"

"Hey!  You're not fat!  And definitely not ugly!" I looked over at the doorway "And I will definitely not ever get sick of you.  Or your love to read.  And maybe you do suck at showing emotions but, it's something I can live with.  Now shut up and marry me" Pete was half dressed.  His hair was beautifully done though.  "Marry me" he begged.  I nodded slowly.

"Yes" I whispered "Okay, let's do this"