Part 2

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by fallingoutofpanic

by fallingoutofpanic

A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry for not updating for 8 billion years, but I was super busy these past couple weeks.
Just FYI, this book will all be in Patrick's Point Of View (maybe a few chapters with Pete's.) So, it's all Patrick's thoughts unless I say otherwise.
Anyways, happy reading :-)

I couldn't help but gape at this twat. 'Your life goes with you.'

That's the fucking point, isn't it?
Either this dude is a cement head, or just doesn't have an I.Q. at all.

And he wants to be the reason to save me? Great great. So what now, am I dealing with a methhead?

"Not to kill your hopeful vibe of making sure I don't take two steps off of this lovely, cement railing - its wonderful grey, I must add - but I wouldn't be in this situation if I wasn't planning on, 'my life going with me.' Wonderfully put, meathead." I said, spinning on my heel, nearly tumbling recklessly over the edge. Right now, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

I didn't mean to be so rude, but would you exactly be super kind to an individual you don't even know that is stalling you from something you very much want to do? I didn't think so.

"Please, please."

At this point, I turned my head back to him.
"I know that I sound like a complete idiot, but you can't do this. J-just please?" The mystery boy asked, his bottom lip pouting out only slightly, but it didn't look intentional. I must say, with much hatred towards myself and him, he looked adorable.

Wait- were those tears? It was hard to tell, considering water was continuously flowing off of his head, and down his face, but they were there, and very much real. I wasn't exactly sure why this stranger was so upset over my sudden life-ending decision, but who was I to judge? I wouldn't want to see someone throw themselves over the side of a bridge into oncoming traffic either.

I snapped my head back to the busy highway below me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before someone else came along and saw me, and had the cops show up. I just simply couldn't have that. Then I'd be known as 'The Fag that tried to Kill Himself.' It would most definitely be in the school newsletter. ASAP, to boot.

"Y-you shouldn't care about me." I said, my voice wavering as I spoke, scolding myself on the inside as I felt the tears pool and tumble over my eyes again, and gentle arms pulling me slowly off the edge as I collapsed into them, forgetting about how much of an idiot he seemed, and for once feeling at home in the arms of a stranger.

sorry. it's extremely short.
but hey, it's an update.
let me know how it is so far..?

- Laurenxoxo