Pete had passed out in his room while reading a book on mystical mythological creatures and a separate book on black magic and occults. He had been comparing the contents of the two, studying the differing factors of each, in attempts to sort out the characteristics that define him into one genre.
Pete always felt he was quite unique - maybe not completely original, just a new combination of attracting opposites.
The stress had driven Pete to a curious phase; he was always researching, reading, note-taking - comparing and contrasting studies on demons and studies on angels.
Pete felt he was more of an angel, personality-wise, although he was born with demon in his genes.
Patrick, on the other hand, had strands of angel in his extraterrestrial DNA. And Pete was always able to find it easily.
That "good" behavior appealed to Pete rather greatly, regardless of him being part of a "bad" side.
Pete couldn't resist not falling for the good - he was so interested and curious about that side. Patrick was often asked questions about it, and he didn't mind answering for Pete.
So when Pete hadn't "bothered" him with his curiosity for a few hours, Patrick wondered where he had gone, searching for him in the bedrooms.
Patrick noticed the door of Pete's room was closed. He knocked and, without a response from the other side, allowed himself in.
Patrick shivered when he stepped in the dark room. The room's only source of light came from a set of marshmallow-scented candles. Patrick loved the sweetness of the air, smiling.
His smile was sincere when he saw Pete sitting on a desk, his head slammed into a large book with tiny print.
Patrick frowned at the work on Pete's desk, assuming it must've overwhelmed Pete and led him to doze off.
Patrick tapped on Pete's shoulder. Pete woke up immediately, his eyes glowing white when Patrick saw them as Pete turned to face him.
"I was just wondering if you were feeling okay... I think you passed out while reading."
Pete looked at where his arms were. He saw loads of paper and text in his sight, frowning.
"I'm good, thanks... I had some stuff to do, but I don't want to anymore," Pete says with a raspy voice, tired.
"Oh. Well, I have nothing to do either... I was hoping you and I could watch a movie or something, maybe at home since it's late," Patrick invites with a warm smile on his blushed face.
Pete looks at Patrick, staring into his eyes for a moment.
Then his brain clicks again to transport him back to reality, embarrassing him a bit when he realizes he had spaced out while staring at Patrick.
"Um, Patrick, if it's okay with you I just want to stay in here... I feel comfy and I would love to just lay in bed or something and just think," Pete admits as he smiles at the ground.
"Oh... Yeah, it's fine," Patrick tells him.
"You can stay with me, Patrick. We can sleep or play some music..." Pete insists with a friendly smile.
"Okay," Patrick smiles. He goes to close the door, sitting on the carpet next to Pete's bed.
Pete yawns into his palm, stretching in his chair.
He sits still, lazily dozing off again.
Patrick bites his fingernail with a bashful face. He stands up, walks towards Pete, then takes his hand and ushers him onto the bed.
