What A Catch, Pete. // l.l

Part 3

This took way to long, sorry for not updating.

Leave me comments telling me how it is so far? Should I keep going? And also, I was thinking of making a Frerard one-shot. Should I?

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Pete's POV

I didn't know what time it was, but I had been up all night with a strange boy passed out in my bed, and a headache keeping me distracted. Yes, I brought him home. I wasn't going to leave him in the pouring rain alone on a bridge to get raped.

But anyways, what would make this kid want to throw himself over a bridge?

Looking over at him now, I noticed a rather deep cut under his eye. The blood that had once been flowing with a mix of tears had turned sticky, causing it to look infected, due to the swelling.

Pushing my chair back around to face my desk, I continued to write my English essay, until I heard the ruffling of blankets and a groan behind me. Turning around, kid was sitting up, his strawberry blonde hair sticking up slightly, making him even more adorable.

"Morning, sleepy head." I had to hold in a chuckle, because damn. It almost looked like crazy sex hair.

Kid ran a hand through his hair, avoiding my eyes as best as he could.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing. And holy shit. I gotta get home, goddamn." He stated, checking my alarm clock, panic clear in his tone.

"Relax, kid. You're fine." I cracked a smile, my eyebrows raised in slight humor. I must admit, it was hot when he swore.

"No no no. My dad'll kill me, fuck." Was the cut under his eye from his dad? Was that why he was panicking so bad?

"Can you at least let me clean that, first? Wouldn't want that infection spreading all over your pretty face." I said, sending a wink his way. I let out a laugh as his eyes widened, his face was bright red.

"Uh..okay." He said shyly, pushing himself off of my bed, chewing on his lip slightly.

"Alright, follow me." I said, walking to the bathroom across the hall, hearing kids' footsteps behind me. Pointing to the toilet lid, I have him a smile as he sat down, opening up my cabinet and getting out what I need, rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball.

"Now, tell me everything."