What a catch Donnie

With Promise and Precision and Mess of Youthful Innocence

"Oh man, I'm so unoriginal!"
Patrick stood up and walked away from his piano. The seagull sat on the table in the kitchen and watched its friend with concerned eyes. Patrick crumbled the paper he just wrote something on and threw it into the already full trash bin .
"Why am I so bad at this?" he asked out loud.
The seagull tilted its head and looked at him. Its black button eyes were filled with sympathy.
Patrick sat beside his friend and sighed.
"I used to have a friend. He was way better at this." he never thought he would be able to talk about this again.
"He wrote the song i'm always singing to you." Patrick said and stroked the birds back. Tears were slowly filling up his eyes.
" I never really told you about him."
He went silent and looked over to the trash bin that was filled with crumbled paper. He had tried to write a song about a man who drank to much.

Thinking about that, he realised he still had some whiskey hidden somewhere in his cabin.
"Wait a minute friend, i'll be right back."
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"Hey, what's this?"
Pete grabbed a piece of paper from Patrick's desk and started reading it.
Patrick turned bright red.
"Wait! Oh my god don't read that!"
He tried to stop his friend from reading the kind of "inappropriate" lyrics he wrote out of boredom.
"No no , too late, the title made me curious."
Patrick ended up chasing Pete around his room but he knew it was already too late.
Pete let himself fall on Patrick's bed.
" Trick, oh my god!" he could barely talk out of laughter.
Patrick stood in the middle of the room not being able to look his friend in the eyes.
" I, I didn't know someone like you... Oh my fucking god." Tears of laughter were streaming down Pete's face.
"I..I was just... "
"How do you sing this?"
"What?"
"How do you sing this? What's the melody?"
"I..I don't know yet."
"Like this? Everything in this jungle wanna eat you baby
I can't blame 'em 'cause you look so fine...."

"Wait! Don't!"

"I want to give you sexual rabies
Gimme that sweet sweet monkey vagine"

"Pete! Oh my god stop, my parents are at home!!"

"This is oddly specific. Were you thinking about someone while writing it?" Pete asked.

Patrick sat down on his bed and hid his face in a pillow.

"Hey, are you crying?"

"Shut up." Patrick mumbled.

Pete carefully placed the paper on Patrick's head. It fell down immediately.
"You're an idiot." Patrick said looking up from his pillow.

" Don't be upsetti. Have some spaghetti."

"I bet 10 bucks you can't even cook."

"Fine. I'll bet 10 bucks I can cook way better than you."

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"I promised him a lot of things."
Patrick took another sip. It was already the second bottle.
"Too many things."

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"Oh my god Patrick what happened??"
Patrick stood in the doorway to Pete's room. His mother must've let him in.
Patrick crashed into Pete's arms and sobbed into his shirt.
Pete started carefully stroking his friend's hair.
"Patrick..."
"I promise."
"What?"
"I promise that I'll leave this place with you."
"Patrick, you really don't ..."
"When are we going?"
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"We planned to leave on Saturday." Patrick told the seagull after taking another sip. He felt kind of dizzy.

"I packed my stuff after school. Secretly , of course. He promised to come at midnight. I couldn't sleep until then."
Patrick wanted to take another sip when he noticed the bottle was empty. So he put it next to the other empty ones. The seagull furiously flapped its wings again when Patrick reached for another drink.
"What's wrong my friend?"

There was something in the birds eyes...was it... concern?

Patrick laughed "Don't worry buddy. I can handle this. So were was I? Oh right!"

He opened another bottle.

"He sneaked into my house at midnight. We put our stuff in his fathers car. Or one of his uncles cars . I don't remember exactly." He let out a small laugh.
"Anyway, We got pretty far. 'Beat it' by Michael Jackson played on the radio. I sang along and Pete liked it. You know, i've always been kinda self conscious about my voice. But not around him. Not anymore."
Patrick stared into the distance.
"We had two days"
He held up two fingers .
"Two days before it happened."

The seagull jumped on his lap.

"There was this truck...."

Patrick remembered Pete cussing.

"I bet everything i own that the driver was drunk as hell."

Patrick remembered screaming. Then unexplainable pain. Then silence and unconsciousness.

"There was a terrible crash.."
He whispered before taking another sip.

"I thought I was dead. I thought Pete was dead. "
All the horrible memories crawled around in his mind. He noticed that he remembered more than in his nightmares.
"There were sirens all around us. He yelled at me, told me to run away. I told him that I would never leave him. My ankle was twisted, but I wouldn't have ran away either way. We got separated. It wasn't a good time."

The fifth bottle was half empty.

"Pete had to live in a mental institution. How pathetic. How fucking pathetic." Patrick laughed sarcastically.

"But he escaped. Somehow. He left me a note. He said he'll run away again. Without me. He didn't want me to get more into trouble ."

He stroked the bird's head with one finger.

"They never found him. I never saw him again. He wrote me one last letter where he promised to never forget about me."
He looked out of the small window.

"I wonder what he's doing now."