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I WAS READING SOME COMMENTS ON A POST THAT PETE HAD POSTED ON INSTAGRAM AND PEOPLE WERE BEING SO MEAN TO OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE PATRICK. IM GONNA GO KICK SOME ASS, WHO IS COMING!?!!!!?!

Pete noticed that Patrick's room contained a lot of blue. The bedding, decorations, and the walls were blue. White, black, grey, and brown separated the blue. A few Panic! posters hang on the wall next to his TV. A desk and laptop are against the wall left of his window, small stacks of paper on it. His bed is facing his window, a small dresser at the end of it. There's a walk in closet and bathroom on the wall opposite of the desk and finally a bookshelf stands tall next to the TV, just to the right to the window. It's a really clean room too. A few piles of shoes and clothes sit by the closet but other than that he's pretty clean.

"I like your room." Pete scans the room for his guitar. Maybe he doesn't keep it out like Pete does.

"Thanks."

Pete looks up. "Are those..."

"Glow in the dark stars." Patrick finishes. He closes the door and turns off the lights.

"Whoa." Pete looks up and sees the stars glow.

"It's fun to look at." Patrick shrugs.

Pete drops to the floor and lays down, looking at the stars as if he were outside, looking at the actual sky. Patrick doesn't lay next to him but instead flops on his bed. Silently, they look at the stars, in the dark. When the stars start to get darker, Patrick turns the light back on and goes back onto his bed. Pete stays on the floor.

"So you have a guitar right?" Pete asks, putting his hands behind his head.

"Yeah...I'm not playing it."

"Didn't ask you to. I just keep mine out."

"Mines in a case...in my closet." Patrick says.

It gets silent again. A laugh belonging to Pete's mother can be heard from downstairs. Pete turns his head and looks under Patrick's bed. It's pretty clean under there too. A few shoeboxes and a notebook. Pete grabs the notebook and flips through it. At first he thinks it's a book of poetry but he realizes that it's not.

It's a book of lyrics.

Pete looks up at Patrick. He's on his phone, scrolling through Instagram. He likes a new Brendon Urie post. Pete makes a mental note to do the same. He looks back down that the lyric book, flipping to the most recent page. He reads through, reading the first verse where Patrick appeared to leave off. A pencil is under the bed too, Pete grabs it.

Take the pain, Make It billboard big and swallow it for me.
Time capsule from the future
Trust me, that's what I will be.

He thinks for a moment before scribbling down some more. Patrick shouldn't get mad. Pete is just...helping.

Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love
You are doomed but just enough
You are doomed but just enough

"Pete!! Come on!" His father yells.

Quickly, Pete shoves the pencil and notebook back under the bed and stands.

"Bye Patrick."

"Bye Pete."

Patrick follows Pete out of the room and down the stairs. After the Wentz's leave, his mother turns to him.