*I've been dying to update this since the last update but I've been too tired, sorry.*
P.O.V Pete
"I..uh.. is that.. normal?" I stuttered out, pointing at Joe. "It never works that well but basically yeah." Finn answered, getting two more bottles out of the bag and waving them in Andy and I's direction.
"Is there alcohol in them?" Andy said concerned for his 'Straight Edge' reputation. "Nope, just.. I actually don't know. But there's definitely no alcohol."
I gave a short laugh "Pity, could use with forgetting all this." and chugged it down, blacking out instantly.
P.O.V Patrick
It honestly feels like I've been here for weeks. I haven't seen anyone in days.. Not one of those little pricks.
"Pattycakes?" A female voice rung out behind the door. I sighed, perfect timing. No, no you go on ahead. Not like I was content or anything.
"Are you not going to answer?" The girl snapped slightly, before taking a sharp breath to calm her down. I groaned.
"Yes?"
"No need to be so down!" Her voice sounded gentle and kind now, if I didn't know any better I'd say she was pretty nice.
She pushed open the door, letting the light of the sun seep in through it. I turned my head to keep myself from hurting my eyes.
"Good news!" Her smokey ringed opal eyes glimmered. "I'm going home like you promised?" I said hopefully.
"Oh don't be so naive, Patrick." She giggled, covering her ruby red lips. "You're not going home, ever!"
My heart sank so much that I wasn't sad or anything, I was angry as hell.. but it'd be stupid to lash out at her. I haven't seen her much but if I've learnt anything about her is she has the shortest temper I've ever witnessed and I've gotten enough slaps already thank you very much.
Yet I still don't know her name. "Okay then.. what's the good news?"
"I'm taking you out of this dingy room and I've gotten a few very special things for you!"
Alright she has to be joking now. "Seriously?" I said reluctantly. "Seriously!" She beamed a wide smile which showed off her pearly white teeth.
* * * * * *
Before I knew it she was dragging me down the hall and into a blindingly white section of the house that reminded me of a hospital. "Is this where the prison is?" I said half joking, half serious.
"Prison? God, no. This is however the rooms where your suprise will be and where you and everyone else who visits stays." She explained, leading me down various hallways, up and down various stairs and through various glass doors. Everything looked the same to me, every single room's door looked scarily similar but there were no windows to see in.
I scoffed at her use of the word visit. "Visits? Less visits more forced to stay." She frowned and sighed taking another deep breath to calm herself. "Fine, This is however the rooms where your suprise will be and where you and everyone else who is forced to stay lives in, happy?"
"Much, not like I'm being imprisoned."
"I told you it's not a prison!" She shouted. I flinched, waiting for her to say something else but she didn't, she looked as stunned as I am. "Sorry.. I have anger management issues."
You don't say? Of course I'm not stupid enough to say that out loud either.
"202.. 203.. 204.." I could hear her mumbling the room numbers as we passed them. How is there so many rooms?
"Wh-why is there so many rooms?" I asked, studying the doors. "I'll explain later first we have to find room- Oh here it is! 250, the last room." She grinned and opened the door.
"Wait here, your surprise'll be here soon!" She grinned again before leaving and locking the door behind her.
I scanned the room quickly. It was pretty similar to any typical bedroom. Only this room was pretty huge and had several olive green beds that had such a bizarre Victorian pattern on it I could have sworn it was wallpaper.
There was also a huge window giving out a breathtaking view. I don't understand how I was so high up but I could see mountains on the horizon and the ground must have been 50ft down. In front of the window were two sofas that matched the olive green beds and two arm chairs the same colour.
A chocolate brown coffee table lay with a white lace tablecloth in front of the chairs and slightly more to the right of it, facing the sofas was a retro looking television.
I counted the beds, curious to see how many 'roomates' I'd have if that's the case.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Okay eight potential people.
I'm being sarcastic of course, it's most likely no one will be in here with me. Just as I lay on one of the beds I heard scrabbling and sharp mutters from outside the door.
"I've already told you to stop moving dude!" I think it was Jared saying this.
Okay well apparently I will be having some friends to join me.. "Patrick? You decent?" Finn knocked on the door. "Look at you acting like we're best friends. Yes I'm fully clothed."
He laughed and opened the door dragging three other people I thought I'd never see again.
"Guys?" A smile appeared on my face as jumped off the bed and ran to hug them.
*Any ideas on who else you want to be in this place? I'd prefer if it was bands, singers or people that I knew well but I'm open to suggestions!*
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