Table for Five

Coffee at Night

Half way through the first song I let out a little shriek, "Oh crap!"
Pete looked at me confused.
"I forgot to go to the coffee shop! With everyone else! That's why Patrick came by, we forgot!" Pete's eyes widened, shit, he mouthed.
I quickly called the rest of the boys to reschedule our little meet up for tonight.
We decided it would be better if everyone just came over to my apartment.
I hung up and set the phone down.
Pete smiled smugly, "We've got a few minutes," his finger traced circles on my leg.
I rolled my eyes, "I've got to start dinner." He grinned and nodded. As he walked away I saw him mouth the word, "later."
I started making dinner. I really felt like Swedish Meatballs.
My mom used to make this. It's just egg noodles, meatballs, and gravy.
I finished as soon as the boys entered.
"Hey guys!" I say as I set the table.
"Let me help you." Andy says, grabbing a plate.
"Me too!" Patrick said.
Joe shrugged and came over as well.
We all set the table and sat down. Pete smiled and kissed my forehead.
I blushed and served him. He sat down and smiled at Patrick.
We began to eat, and talk.
"I'm not shitting you, this chick was crazy!" Joe said as he sipped he beer Pete had given him.
I stood up to begin putting the dishes away. Pete stood up and took the dishes in and the other boys followed.
"We'll take care of it!" I heard him say from the kitchen.
I smiled to myself, what a good little man.
After that, we all sat down and had a couple drinks.
Joe was completely wasted, stumbling everywhere.
We stood up and continued to talk.
"Do you love her?" Patrick said, directing the question to Pete.
He swiped his hair to the side, "I wouldn't say love, more like, really good friends."
As soon as he said this I felt my heart break  in two.
I felt it hit the bottom of my stomach, cold tingling running down my spine.
Suddenly I felt myself fall, then everything went black.

~outside of Brooklyn's pov~
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Patrick screamed at Pete.
"I-I don't know.. was it something I said?" Pete scratched his head.
Andy rushed to Brooklyn's side, he cradled her head on his lap.
"Pat! Get some water!" He yelled.
Pete just stood there, tears welling up in his eyes, was it something I said?
Patrick grabbed a water bottle and knelt beside the unconscious girl. He stood back up and grabbed Pete's collar.
"It was something you said, she loves you. And she has done so much for you, and you thought the best thing to do was say you didn't love her!" Patrick's face turned bright red, he was so mad.
Joe was fanning Brooklyn. Her eyes slowly opened again.
"Brook!!" Andy said holding her face..
~back in Brooklyn's pov~
"Brook!!" Andy held my face and smiled down at me.
I turned my head slightly to see Pete, tears streaming down his face and Patrick's face, red from anger.
They helped me up and laid me in my bed. I thanked them and they all left after a while, including Pete. He hadn't spoken since the accident. Once they all left the apartment was silent. I was alone with my thoughts, He doesn't love me. He doesn't love me. He doesn't love me.
As the thoughts got deeper I found myself inching towards my bathroom, eyes locked my pills. The bottle read, Ativan. I had two bottles, one was Pete's.
I entered the room, stomach churning at each thought. I looked at myself in the mirror, I hadn't even realized I was crying. My hand felt for the bottle.
I took all of them, every single one, without water. I could feel each pill slide down as I took them. I felt my head spin, I punched the mirror with all my might. He doesn't love me!
My fists started to bleed, and they didn't stop bleeding. The blood dropped on the floor, it was actually kind of beautiful. I started the water in the shower, I didn't even bother to take my clothes off. I just at there, soaking wet, blood mixing with the water. I started to doze off, He doesn't love you.
"Brooklyn!" I felt Pete shaking my face.
"Did you take all of them?" My eyes could barely stay open.
"Nooooo." I said sarcastically, giggling.
Pete picked me up and carried me out of the apartment.
"Put me down you asshole!" I screamed.
"It's okay, you'll be okay..." He said as he lowered me into his car.
I dozed off again.
When I awoke I was in a hospital bed with a worried Pete Wentz hovering above me. My fists were tied up in gauze.
My cheeks stained with tears, the nurse enters and tells me I will have to stay in the hospital for a few days. I groan, Pete says he's stay with me the whole time.
But all I can remember is... He doesn't love you.