Boycott Love (Sequel to Don't Come Home For Christmas) ~ Peterick

Chapter Nineteen - Telephones

P.O.V Patrick

I found the cure to growing older and you're the only place that feels like home. 

I woke with a fright to the sound of my ringtone. Sitting up and yawning I stared at the time on the bright screen. 

It's only 11am? Everyone knows I don't get up until like three.. Who would be calling?

Maybe it's Pete? He still hasn't called and it's been nearly two weeks. 

With my hopes high I picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" I called out to the slim mobile I held in my hands, still hoping it'll be Pete's voice who answers. "Hey, Patrick." Andy replied. "Oh, hi Andy." 

"Everything alright?" 

"I just thought it was Pete.. not that I'm disappointed you called or anything. I just thought.."

"Pete's lost his phone, that's probably why he hasn't called. That's what he told me anyway."

"I never said he didn't call, how'd you know?"

"Brendon." 

"Oh. Could have guessed that actually. So has he.. um mentioned me at all?"

"Patrick, you sound like a teenage girl with a crush on some dude. Sorry to make your mascara run but nope, it's like he's forgotten all about you to be completely truthful." 

"What do you mean?" 

"The other day I asked him if he wanted to borrow my phone to call you and he shrugged and said that he didn't want to bother you. Then just yesterday I suggested a Skype call and he said he was 'too busy'."

I was pretty speechless. Pete had actually forgotten about me, or didn't care enough to make an effort to think about me at least. I was a little offended because I've thought about him for most of my time here, and he seemed so desperate for me to stay on our last night. 

"Andy? D-do you.. I mean.. Could you.. Maybe get him to. Well come.. here?" 

"I could discuss it with Joe if he'd want to come and Brendon'll definitely not want to miss out. Pete though, he'll be difficult to persuade." 

"I kinda want to be alone with Pete."

"I understand that Patrick but there's no way he'll want to go himself. Besides, we all miss you." 

"Just talk to him, please." 

"Sure thing Patrick, I'll try my best."

P.O.V Pete

I'm coming round in a minute. 

Oh? Okay. 

What is Andy coming round for? What the hell? I'm a total mess too. Ah Andy won't mind. I was wearing some fleecy pyjama pants and a t-shirt that says Stump Club on it. One of the things Patrick got me for Christmas.

Of course I got him one that said Wentz Club too. 

You know, I hate him for leaving me. It's the reason I haven't called him. I'm mad and sad. Mostly though, I'm still desperate for him to come home. Just like I was on the night he left. 

The fans have calmed down a lot, yet some of them are still completely horrible to both of us. We're used to rude fans. 

I saw Patrick tweet about it the other day. Something about how he wants to apologize to me and the fans for being an idiot. 

I was contemplating replying with a witty comment or a sincere apology of my own; Instead I just ignored it.

I heard a knock at the door. "Coming Andy!" I yelled, walking over to my front door. Luckily for me Andy had decided to come over in his pyjamas too. It's nothing out of the ordinary for our band, we do this frequently for some reason. 

"What's the dilemma?"

"Thought you lost your phone?" Andy raised his eyebrow, nodding towards the mobile in my hand.

I also had replied to his text so I couldn't say it was a new one unless I said I got the same number attached but even then I wasn't positive it would come up as my name so I shrugged it off with a simple "Found it again."

"You never even lost it." He smirked. Damn Hurley, you know me pretty well. I hesitated for a second "Yes I did actually, I just found it a few hours ago." 

"Where was it then?"

Well shit. Come on.. think. "Between the sofa cushions." 

"Pete your sofa hasn't got cushions."

"Crap. Okay fine! I didn't lose my phone." 

"Why won't you call Patrick then?" 

"I don't know."

"Look, come and take a seat on your cushionless sofa." Andy teased, leading me over to the sofa. "Okay, now I was talking to Patrick earlier and I suggested that we go and visit him. All of us." 

I groaned, pulling a sad face. "Do I have to?"

"It'd mean so much to Patrick.."

I groaned again, "No more than a few days." I warned, pointing my finger at Andy. "Awh there's a good boy!" 

"When are we going?" 

"How about next week sometime?"

"If we can get a flight.." I hope we don't. "If we don't then hell, I'm driving you there."

He's not going to give up anytime soon is he? 

*I was meant to get tonnes of stuff done tonight but after getting up for school everyday this week and having some sort of cold I nearly fell asleep writing this. I'll make it up to you all tomorrow! (well technically later on today because it's past twelve but no.)*