I'm Not in Love, I Promise (Peterick)

5: Coffee's For the Hot Guy and His Short Friend

(Pete's POV)

      My eyes slowly blink open as they adjust to the bright sunlight cascading through the window of my bedroom. I feel the warmth of someone else in the bed with me. Still intoxicated by the remains of deep sleep I was just immersed in, I turn over to see who I possibly slept with this time. I'm too tired to remember anything that happened last night so I wouldn't be surprised if it was a hot girl...

It's definitely not a hot girl...

Why is Patrick in the same bed as me? He's wearing clothes and I'm certainly still wearing underwear. That's good to know. Relieving.

I half-sit up on my elbows, last night faintly coming back to me... all I know is I was on a lot of shit... and I remember telling him "I love you." But- but we didn't do anything... so why did I say I loved him and am now currently in bed with him? Ugh, why can't I remember what happened?!

Should I wake him up? He looks peaceful. He's facing me with his lips parted, arms subconsciously holding the pillow beneath his now blonde bed-head.

Suddenly I hear a phone ring- Patrick's phone. He jerks a bit before opening his eyes, he looks confused and in a daze. He moans tiredly as he gets out of the bed like a zombie and walks over to the pile of clothes that his phone is in, and picks it up ignoring me completely.

"Hey, babe," I hear him answer. I can faintly hear what seems to be a female voice on the other line but I can't make out what she's saying.

"I'm at Pete's-.... yes, yes, I know... I'm sorry. I forgot to tell-... yes, I know... yeah, he's fine now... I'll be home later today, okay?... okay, bye. Mhm, love you too," he says and hangs up. Finally he acknowledges me for the first time today.

"That was my girlfriend," he tells me. "I kind of guessed. What did she say?" I ask.

"She said she was worried about me. And a little pissed that I didn't tell her that I was staying here, but she understood after realizing you probably needed me more than she did," he explained. "She cares about you too, you know," he added. I don't know why he felt the need to say that. He knows that I'm totally fine with Elisa. Shes lovely... and- and she makes him happy, right? She's just fucking great. So great. Yep. Great. For him....

What am I thinking? I should be happy for Patrick? That's what I'm for! Why am I so jealous of his girlfriend? Wait, I'm not jealous. I don't know why I think I'm jealous. That was stupid to say. What?

"Do you mind telling me what happened last night? I- I can't remember... at least I don't remember much.

He tells me exactly what happened about my suicide attempt and everything but leaves out one little detail and I don't know why.

"-but why do I remember telling you I love you?" I ask him. I don't know why I'd say that to him, I'm still fucked up enough to even know whether I meant it or not. "Oh... yeah, you did say that," he suddenly seems like he's uncomfortable or something.

"You said it twice actually, but I know you were taking some stuff and had bigger problems, so I didn't think it was important..." he said scratching the back of his head. It's not important? I still don't understand why it isn't important but I ignore him for now by responding to him with nothing but silence. Then, he clears his throat.

"Uh, I'm gonna just shower quick if that's alright..." he says gesturing to the direction of the washroom.

"That's fine, man. You know where the towels are. Feel free to just take some of my clothes to wear," I tell him. "Okay," he says as I leave the bedroom for him to undress and I sit down in the living room... evidently on the same couch on which I told him I loved him. I can't help but let thoughts about him swirl around my head.