"What do you mean,'you want to see your mom again'?" Echo asks In bewildered tone, making air quotes as he speaks. I sigh and close my eyes, rubbing my hand down my face.
"Look, I know this sounda bad, but-"
"Bad? Look, Luce, I know I haven't met your mom, but from what I've heard, good riddance."
"I know, I know. It's just I think my time may be limited here." I open my eyes to stare at the ceiling, feeling my stomach churn as I voice my concerns.
"Sorry," Echo says, leaning down closer to me. "I shouldn't have blown up like that. Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head.
"Not tonight, this isn't why I wanted you to come over." I look over at him momentarily as he quirks an eyebrow.
"Why did you want me to come over then, him?" A small smile plays on his lips as I roll my eyes.
"You're a creep, you know that?"
"Oh yes, but I'm your creep." He grins as I reach up to push him lightly. I guess I underestimated how close he was to the edge of the bed, because he falls to the floor, making a raquet as he does so. I gasp and lean over to look at him.
"Oh shit, fuck." He scrambles to his feet quickly. "Do you think they heard that?" He glances upward for a second, genuine terror on his face. I know Echo is deathly afraid of making a bad impression on Pete And Patrick. "I should go." He says and picks up his phone that had fallen out of his pocket earlier.
I get up off the bed and stop him before he bolts out the door again. I force a smile as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly. He returns my weak smile with one of his own and creaks open my door slowly. I trail behind him as we make our way back to the side door and he makes it out without much difficultly. I breathe a sigh of relief and lean against the counter.
I'm almost dozing off for a second when I hear heavy footsteps on the stairs. My heart leaps as I squint at the figure coming towards me.
"Lucy?" I let out a breath when I realize it's only Patrick, Pete had been a little bitter to me all night so it's best that Patrick is the one finding me up this late.
"Hmm?" I force my eyes fully open at the man in front of me.
"Lucy, it's nearly one in the morning," he says, his eyes flickering over to the digital clock on the oven. Twelve-forty-nine, it displayed. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"Oh," I mutter at seeing the time. I really hadn't thought it was that late.
"Come on," he takes my hand and leads me back to my room. I lie down on my bed and pull the covers over me as Patrick flicks off my light and leaves my door cracked.
"Goodnight, Lucy." I hear faintly before falling asleep.
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The next morning I awake to an angry conversation.
"Is that his?" I hear Pete hiss from the next room over. I feel my heart drop as I assume the worst.
"We don't know that he was over last night." Patrick's soothing tone makes me relax a little.
"We don't know that it wasn't last night." There's a lull for a moment before Pete speaks again. "I don't want her to end up like me." He sighs and the conversation goes quiet again. I figure now is a good a time as any to get up. I roll out of bed and run my fingers through my tangled hair before pushing open the cracked door.
I go straight to the kitchen because despite the anxiety of the past day I'm frickin hungry.
"Morning," I hear Patrick's cheerful voice and smile slightly. "Are you hungry? I made French toast." I nod and plop down into one of the dining chairs, running my eyes before taking in the scene around me.
Pete sits at the head of the table, a plate of half eaten food in front of him already. Patrick is in the kitchen humming some song as he makes up my breakfast. I know I should get up to help him, but Pete's cold, stone-faced expression keeps me in place.
A moment later Patrick is setting down a plate for me and sitting in the chair across from me with a plate of his own. Its quiet for a while as I eat. Patrick only occasionally picking off a bite or two and putting in his mouth. Pete shoots him a glance for a second that makes him look down.
"Lucy," Pete begins the lecture I knew I had coming. Patrick gives him a look that makes him pause. I don't dare look up from my food, for fear I might set off the bomb the Pete seems to impersonate nowadays. "I'm glad too see you eating after last night. We were worried you were coming down with something." I look up a him finally. He smiles what seems to be a genuine look of happiness.
"Um, yeah. I guess I just wasn't hungry last night. Breakfast is really good though. Thanks Patrick."
"My pleasure, y'know I've always loved cooking. I like to think it's one of the reasons Pete married me." He smiles over at his husband as we both chuckle.
"Well, who else is going to clean up after you?" Patrick rolls his eyes as we return to somewhat normality.
Heyyyyyy
I had a very mixed experience last night so here's a very mixed part. I'm also considering writing a peterick prequel to this as I developed their characters.
I am also planning on publishing a short Ryden soon, so if you care keep an eye out.
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I Promise || Adopted by Peterick
Fanfiction*Completed Lucy Ann Crowley was left on the highway at age seven. Her mother said she'd be right back. She said she promises. After daddy left mama promised she'd never leave. But one day she did. Eight years later she's fifteen and still without pa...
