What A Catch, Pete. // l.l

Part 5

Okay, so. I'm going to try and make this a longish chapter because so far they've been really short, and really shitty. So yeah.

I so far have a better plan for how this story is going to go, so I think I'll keep it up?

Anyways, enough of my babbling.

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Patrick's POV

Eventually, Pete ended up leading me back to his bedroom, where I continued to further question and interrogate him about his life. It got really shitty and upsetting, rather fast.

To be honest, I had just started asking him random stuff, and I guess I had asked the wrong thing? I felt horrible.

"So, what's you're full name?" I had asked.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III." He had answered, shaking his head slightly in amusement at his own name, which made me grin. I liked it.

"Alright... Peter." I had smirked, before continuing, "Favorite bands?"

"Any classic rock, really. Guns 'n Roses, Rush, Aerosmith, you name it. I mean, I like the newer stuff too. Like, My Chem, and Green Day." His eyes had lit up answering this question, and I couldn't help but get lost in the liquid chocolate-looking orbs, but I pulled myself out quickly, licking my lips.

"Damn, not bad. Do you play any instruments?" I had also asked, though I had already seen a guitar/bass-looking case leaning against the wall in the hallway.

"Yeah, I play bass." Pete had replied, the light still fondly in his eyes.

"What about your parents? Where are they?" And as quickly as the brightness he held came, it went just as fast, and I had instantly sucked in a sharp breath, knowing that I had asked the wrong thing. "Pete, I-" But before I could finish my protest/apology, Pete had already cut me off.

"I haven't seen my dad for a few years, and my mom threw herself over a bridge shortly after he left us. It's fine, Patrick. Really." Pete had said, sadness washing through his gorgeous eyes, making me realize how much he had really cared last night.

"Oh god. Thats why you were so..upset last night.. Pete, I'm so damn sorry." I had told him, shock still setting in.

"Hey, it's okay. Like you said earlier, don't apologize for something you didn't do, right?" And with that, Pete excused himself to the bathroom.

And boy, I really did apologize for something I did do, didn't I? Goddamn.

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And now, here I sat, waiting for him to come back, the shame showing not-so-gracefully on my face.

The first thing I heard was the rattling of a pill bottle, then the tap running, then the bathroom door clicking open, and in came sauntering Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III himself, giving me the best smile he could muster. And man, did I feel like shit for making him feel this way.

"Pete?" I asked, my voice quiet and timid, feeling guilty as ever.

"Hm?"

"I gotta go home, but, maybe I'll see you again?" I asked hopefully, trying not to let myself get too high hopes for when he said no.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, Trick. Just..be careful, okay? And if you ever need to get away from him..just know that I'm here, alright?" Pete asked, giving me that 'no saying no' look.

"Of course, Pete. Thank you so much. I'll see you around." I said, spinning around and walking out of the bedroom door, down the stairs, and out of the front door, finding it hard to contain my blush at my new nickname.

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As quiet as can be, I opened our front door, the stench of booze hitting my nostrils first, the wall spray not doing it's job as well as it says.

With the shitty luck I have, in stumbled my father, drunk out of his mind and grumbling all kinds of fowl words under his breath, all about me no doubt.

"Ah, there you are, faggot. Did yah 'ave fun sucking someone off last night?"

Oh jesus, was I about to have some 'fun'.

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scratch the chapter being long wow it's so short.

Jesus I'm such a shitty person.

apologies if there are any mistakes, it's almost midnight here and I haven't been sleeping great.

anyways.

till next time. Xx