Twin Skeletons ☩ Peterick

Chapter 4

Patrick froze in place as he turned to look at the turned to the door at the sound of the voice. The door was closed and he couldn't see who it was.

What if it's one of his parents?

"Pete, why aren't you answering me?" the voice said again. Since Patrick was more prepared for it, he was able to catch that it was a male voice, and a familiar one. He couldn't put a finger on who it was though.

"Fuck yourself!" Pete yelled at the person before opening the door and letting them in. Patrick let out a small sigh of relief, not loud enough to be noticed, when Pete opened the door to reveal Brendon.

"No but like seriously, who's your friend?" he asked again, with a friendlier tone than the first time he asked.

"This is Patrick," Pete introduced me with a grin, "I met him at the park after you left with Ryan."

"Brendon Urie, nice to meet ya," he said reaching out his hand. Patrick returned the shake but had to do all he could to keep from gagging. If it wasn't Pete, he didn't want to touch it.

"We were about to go swimming, wanna join us?" Pete asked Brendon. Patrick died a little bit on the inside when Pete invited him to come along. It was supposed to be just Pete and him, now he was going to be the third wheel.

"I've gotta go meet up with Ryro" he responded with a slight wink at Patrick. Pete didn't notice however. At least he appeared to not have noticed. Patrick gave a smile of relief to Brendon, but behind that cute exterior were welly-crafted plans in the works as of how to cut off Brendon's head. They were nasty.

"Didn't you just leave with Ryan at the park?" Pete asked.

"We never left the park. I just came to check on you after you disappeared. Wanted to make sure you weren't kidnapped."

Patrick had to hold back a smile at Brendon's statement. Sooner or later Pete would be in that exact situation. No. Situation's not the right word. The right word would be pre-destined scenario. Or words in that case. That's two words, not one.

"Well, I'd better go before Ryan gets worried," Brendon laughed with a not-so-innocent smile on his face, "We were about to go buy some milk."

"Yeah?" Pete said with a questioning look on his face, "You go get that milk for Ryan."

"Bye!" Brendon yelled, closing the goddamned door on the way out.

Pete snickered after Brendon had left. "He thinks I don't know what they do with the milk."

"What do they do with the milk?" Patrick asked.

"You don't want to know."

"Probably don't."

They stood in silence for about a minute before Patrick asked,

"Is it kinky?"

"It's very kinky."

"On a scale of 1 - 10, how kinky is it?"

"69."

They both cracked up at Pete's response.

"So," Pete said, "Ready to go swimming?"

"Ready whenever you are."

A/N: Holy shit, short chapter. Anyways sorry for no update yesterday. Storms happened and I got scared and shit. That's not really an excuse but eh. I just kinda watched CrankThatFrank all day yesterday to get myself distracted from the storms. Yeah.

Fuck my life.