Patrick
April 6th
During last period I don't really talk much, Gerard and Dallon do though.
I think their becoming pretty good friends, and it makes me quite happy. Two boys from opposing kingdoms getting close it something I'm definitely okay with.
"Dallon, Patrick, you guys want to hang out at my house tomorrow. Frank already is going and Dallon you can invite whoever you want too—just make sure they won't kill us for being Soul Punks." Gerard laughs.
I smile, "yeah totally," I speak quietly.
Gerard and I look at Dallon, awaiting his answer.
"I'd love to!" His face lights up.
We laugh, smiling widely.
"I won't bring anyone though, the only people I would think to bring are Travie, Pete, or...Brendon."
He says 'Brendon' with a hint of adoration. It's cute.
"I think they'd freak out if they knew we even shared eye contact." He laughs sadly.
"Dallon..." I think about my choice of words, "why...why did you switch sides..?"
He sighs, "I...there's someone on that side I really like...and I want to be around them."
And he's really vague, but that's enough for me.
I understand that answer.
I'd damn right be tempted to switch sides if I was Dallon and their was some cute boy I liked on that was a Young Blood. I might just have said "fuck it all" and made that choice.
I hope whatever girl he likes likes him too.
"We get it." Gerard laughs.
"Did you know Bob used to be where you were? You and him are like the only two who have ever switched kingdoms."
Dallon smiles, "I think I heard Pete say something about that sometime ago."
And now he's mentioned Pete twice. Fuck. This kid won't leave me alone. And I'm just a little scared for what's gonna happen after this class ends.
I look up at the clock on the wall, sixteen more minutes. Here we go.
—
So here I sit on the bleacher, football practice just ending and Pete hopping up the stairs, two at a time, towards.
He's got this dumb smile on his face, and he's sweaty. He's also not wearing a shirt; as per usual when he's not somewhere he needs to wear one.
I watch a few beads on sweat drizzle down his tan chest to his stomach as he runs. Finally a few beads making right to his V li-
"What's up, Space Boy?"
And as the words slip from his mouth a freeze.
He hasn't called me Space Boy since we met.
That was back when we didn't hate each other with this burning passion. We just didn't like being around each other—I hated how he treated the world and everything in it.
"Haven't heard that in a while."
The smile is immediately wiped off his face, taken aback.
He scowls disgusted, "don't think about it too much, Patrick. It meant nothing."
I cringe a bit.
"Yeah...Yeah, okay."
"Alright, well, we're going somewhere so...you have all your shit right?" He points at my backpack.
