Chapter Two; Lunch and Breakups

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-------------Patrick's POV------------

"Good morning!" Pete texted me at 10:15 AM

"What?" I texted back barely awake

"Are you still asleep?!"

"I hate mornings. You know this."

"I do. That's why I'm texting you in the morning."

"Sleeping now." I texted back and laid down, falling back asleep

----------11:45--------

"Patrick! Wake up!" Pete texted me

"Ugh what?!"

"Lunch in 15 minutes. Don't be late, meet me at that restaurant we used to go to."

"Mr. Bucks?"

"No, mr. Fucks."

"Don't recall that place." By this time, I was awake.. Ish. And trying to get out of bed

"I'm kidding, you weirdo."

"Right." I yawned "okay whatever, be there in 20."

"14!"

"But Pete!" I texted back with no answer

"Ugh." I said to myself, forcing myself to sit up

I got up and brushed my hair, then I couldn't figure out why I kept running into things, why things were blurry.

"Your glasses." Pete texted me

"Oh yeah." I said to myself, grabbing my glasses "he knows me too well." I laughed to myself changing into jeans and a plain black shirt, with a red cardigan. I grabbed my fedora and was out the door.

"Hey." I sat down across from Pete

"Welcome to the living!" He laughed as I yawned

"Shut up." I grabbed the menu

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good until someone woke me up at an ungodly hour."

"It was 10!"

"AM!" I put my menu down quickly

"Calm down!" He laughed "sorry it won't happen again."

"Don't apologize. I need to learn to wake up earlier, now that I'm famous again." I laughed

"Famous." He smiled "that's so weird. I mean, we were just Chicago boys, in a garage... Then almost over night, we were Fall Out Boy."

"Now we're not."

"No, we're not.."

It was silent for a moment, until the waitress came up

"Good afternoon! How can I help y'all? Would you like to start with some drinks?"

"Yes, I'll take a coffee please." I asked

"Okay, and for you sir?" She looked at Pete

"Um just a doctor pepper please."

"Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks, unless you're ready to order right now."

"No, we need a minute." Pete saw I was still combing over the menu

"Okay, take your time. I'll be right back." She said and walked away

"Sorry." I cleared my throat

"For?" Pete asked putting the menu down

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