Oh Nostalgia (Petetrick)

It's Patrick.

Patricks POV

I knocked on the door at Dallon and Brendon's house and it opened immediately. Dallon came rushing out and engulfed Pete in a hug.

"Pete I'm so sorry! I love you is much please don't do anything! Patrick loved you so much! Don't let his death drag you back to where you used to be! He would never want that! Please, Pete. Im so sorry for your loss." Dallon said into Pete's shoulder, sobbing. Pete's face was emotionless. He was frozen, staring deep into the house. I followed his gaze and saw Brendon walking down the stairs. Bren too, was staring, but not at Pete. No, he was staring at me. He dropped the coffee that he was holding and collapsed shortly after, immediately catching Dallons attention. "BREN! THESE DAMN STAIRS ARE KILLING PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!" he ran over.

"D-Dall, i-its P-pat-p-patrick! Dall it's Patrick!! DALL ITS PATRICK!" He screamed, frantically pointing at me and trying to back up the stairs.

"Brendon, that's Pete." Dallon said, rather calmly.

"No. No next to Pete. It's Patrick."

"Bren-"

"ITS PATRICK."

"It's Patrick!" I said, waving.

Brendon gave me a slight wave and looked back at Dallon, who was starting to cry again.

"Brendon. Sweetie. Hun, you're just shook up from earlier." Dallon cooed.

I looked over at Pete. He seemed thrilled. "You too, man?" he asked Brendon, wrapping his arm around me.

Dallon gave him a stern look and went back to trying to calm Brendon down.

We sat down at the table and after an hour or so, Dallon got pissed and went upstairs to "check on the kids" even though we all knew he was really just storming off to break stuff.

Dallon came back after about 10 minutes and we told him Brendon was staying at Pete and I's flat. He just got pissier and shrugged, walking back upstairs and slamming a door.

*On The Way Home*

"So, Patrick. Are you dead?" Brendon asked like a 7 year old.

"I think so. No one can see me besides Pete and you sooo" I said.

"Well did you go to heaven?"

"Nooope."

"Hell?"

"Nada."

"So you're a ghost?"

"I guess."

"Why did Dallon get mad?"

"He doesn't love ghosts."

Pete's eyes watered up as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. I put my hand on his shoulder and he slammed on the breaks.

"NO. NO PATRICK. YOURE FUCKING ALIVE AND FUCKING FINE OKAY? YOU FEEL PAIN AND YOURE REAL. NOT A FUCKING GHOST OR SOME SHIT. YOURE BODIES GONE. BOO FUCKING HOO. I LOVE YOU. YOUR SPIRIT. YOUR PERSONALITY THAT STAYED. SO NO BRENDON." he turned to Brendon, who was scared to death, "HES NOT FUCKING DEAD. DALLON JUST DIDNT SEE HIS PERSONALITY BEFORE THE ACCIDENT LIKE WE DID. DALLON GOT MAD BECAUSE WE KNEW ABOUT THINGS HE DIDNT. HES AN IDIOT OKAY?" He shook his head and put his head in his hands. I heard him swear before starting to drive again.

When we arrived at the house, I quickly recognised Andy and Joes car in our driveway. We stopped the car and made a plan. Our plan was to come in and pretend to be devastated, and claim I'm dead and gone unless they say they could see me.

We walked inside and saw Andy laying on his back on our couch hugging a pillow and Joe on top of him on his stomach. They were both sobbing and for some reason, it was best for them to mourn my death by cuddling on my couch. Okay.

Pete cleared his throat and Joe shot up, sniffling and hugging him. "What are you doing here?" Pete asked in the saddest, most depressed, voice he can stir up, which was actually quite passable. "W-we w-anted to s-see you." Joe sobbed into Petes neck, still not letting go.

Andy continued to bawl into the couch and rolled deeper in between the cushions and the back of the sofa. His muffled wail was all I can think about. He cared so much. Cares. He cares so much. I walked past Pete and asked him to go to the washroom. I walked inside and after a minute he came in too. "Andy might see me." I said.

"I was thinking that. I'll go into the kitchen and invite them, and you just stand in the open and see if he sees you. Joe too, because I don't think he noticed Bren, let alone you." Pete said.

I nodded and Pete turned the sink on for a minute and then off, kissing my cheek and leaving the washroom.