Rain

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IF YOU THINK SHIT WAS BAD IT IS ABOUT TO BLOW UP IN THIS CHAPTER. PREPARE YOURSELF CHILDREN IT IS ABOUT TO BE CRAZY. Get ready to hate me.

"Bye Petey." Ryan waggled his fingers before heading down the stairs.

"Don't call me that." Pete yells down to Ryan, who is already out the door.

There's a slight breeze, the rain stopped about 10 minutes ago but there's no telling when it'd be back. Ryan was way too happy with his outfit today, a lilac button up and white khakis, rolled up to his mid-calf, tired together with a pair of expensive pastel sneakers. Instead of heading for his Volkswagen, which he'd gotten back after hours of fake tears and whines, he goes across the street.

To the Stump residence.

There's no way in hell Patrick would want to talk to him, who would?

Ryan happened to be part of the reason why Patrick left. He stuck with Jason most of the time, who is a source of constant bullying. Ryan even was the one who came up with the idea of the whole, pour water on Patrick. However, he wasn't the one who actually did it...so that has to account for something. Ryan knocks on the door, smoothing his button down. A grown man answers, he's still all dressed up like he just came home from work.

"Hello, are you one of Patrick's friends? I've never seen you." Patrick's dad scans the colorful boy.

"Yes! I'm just coming over to say hi, I was in the neighborhood and I haven't talked to Pat in ages."

Ryan's use of the nickname seems to work in a way.

"I'm surprised he lets you call him Pat. I can't even call him Pat." His dad chuckles and steps aside.

"Well we were really close so..." Ryan shrugs.

"Well you know where he is...in his room...of course." His dad starts to walk away.

"Where is his room exactly?" Ryan says, mentally cursing himself right after.

"It's the third door on the left..." His dad's eyes narrow.

Ryan better get his shit done fast.

"Thanks!" Ryan skips up the stairs as quick as he can without wrinkling his shirt.

He mentally counts the doors before reaching the third door, closed. After a moment of thought, he opens it, as if to be an old friend likes he's playing himself off to be. He closes the door again and gags at the room. It looks like a bunch of blue Crayola crayons just vomited all over the place. The walls, the bed...everything is mainly blue. Different shades too. Ryan is practically underwater. Speaking of underwater, there's a documentary on, all Ryan sees is a jellyfish. It's a small TV compared to Ryan's flat-screen. Patrick isn't in sight. It's not until the door to the bathroom opens that Ryan gets nervous. Patrick's eyes instantly go to the pastel teen.

"What the fu-"

"Calm down. I don't have any water-"

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Patrick's voice is raising, sure to alert his parents.

"Shh! Pat, calm the hell down."

"Don't call me Pat!" His voice only goes higher.

"Look, I just want to talk to you! I promise! I won't hurt you, Jason isn't here, just me!" Ryan raises his arms slightly. He's already breaking a sweat. Ew.

"Make it quick, Ross."

Oh so Patrick does know who he is.

That's a relief.