Rain

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Pete sits in the couch, a half eaten pint in front of him. His dad sits just to the side, in a LazyBoy chair. He's eating Oreos straight from the sleeve.

Grab
Twist
Eat Top Cookie
Lick creme.
Eat bottom cookie.
Repeat.

That's how Pete's dad ate his. Pete usually liked a tall glass of milk with his but many eat theirs differently.

"And all you Sinners stand up and bring an umbrella!" The blonde weather woman says.

Pete groans. He has had enough of Ryan's terrible music puns, he doesn't need them from the weather woman.

"Rain is currently at a 50% chance on Friday..."

Pete's heart stops.

"Oh fuck." His dad mutters during a sip of Coke.

"No..." Pete whispers.

"She said 50. That means the other 50 is no rain." His dad sits up slowly looking a Pete, holding out a hand trying to calm Pete.

"Fuck!" Pete screams, standing suddenly.

"Pete...calm down."

"FUCK!" Pete screams louder. He hears footsteps upstairs. His mom rushes down.

"What's going on?"

Pete can't control his anger though. He turns to his mom. "FUCK!" He screams again before escaping upstairs to his room.

Leaving a spilt pint of ice cream in his tracks.

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Patrick sits up straight as a door slams. Pete's light is on for a moment before turning off. He sees Pete fall down to the ground by his window. Patrick then hears small sobs from the other end of the street. There's small shakes from the Pete, who has his head in his hands. There's only a little shadow figure, he can't make out Pete's features.

"Fuck." The person whispers.

Patrick quickly stands and grabs his notebook. His room is already dark so he skips the light and plops down. There's no good songs to sing. Now Patrick mutters a soft fuck and flips through quicker. His eyes lands on a piece he wrote halfway through. He remembers writing it the day after Jason poured water on him, calling him names. He could still see the tear drop stains that smeared the blue lining on the paper. So much emotion when he wrote this. He softly clears his throat and leans out his window.

"Stuck in the jet wash..." He starts, voice shaky.

He can't see Pete's face but he sees Pete look up.

"Bad trip I couldn't get off.
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew,
And overhead of they aqua-blue.
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets."

Pete had stopped sobbing now. Just soft little sniffles.

"And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade.
Former heroes who quit too late
Just wanna fill up the trophy case again."

Pete had stopped now. Completely listening to Patrick, which made him shake a little.

"And in the end
I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright."