Patrick
April 6th
"Yes." I says quickly.
I can practically feel Gerard rolling his eyes through the phone.
"Fine...Frank's already with me, so I'll just call Williams and Bryar."
I smile lightly, "thanks, Gee."
Gerard chuckles through the phone, "alright. Imma finna hang up, see you soon."
I laugh. He doesn't really ever speak in such a meme-joking sort of way, and hearing him being the one saying 'imma finna' instead of Frank is quite funny.
"Okay, bye, Gerard."
"K, bye."
And he hangs up.
I walk through the church and back to the pillow fort Pete's chilling in. This church really has this sort of beautifully psychotic feel to it.
Old and broken religious items, the wooden pews, the stage with faded candle sticks—all stick you against the fluffy blankets and pillows, the fairy and Christmas light strung around, the flower everywhere; some dead and some alive, both representing its beauty and psychotic feel to this place.
Into the fort I crawl, and I see Pete staring off into space.
"Are you alright?" I ask cautiously, afraid he'll yell at me.
"Yeah...Dallon'll be here soon with Bren and Travie."
I nod awkwardly, "cool..."
He looks over at me, sitting in front of me. I crawl over towards him and sit so our knees are a few inches away from each other.
"You..." he starts, "...you have really pretty eyes."
I feel red take over my cheeks. I look down to hide it, laughing uncomfortably.
He looks at me with this hunger as I look back up at him. His pupils expanded, face glowing with emotion.
"Thanks..."
He reaches out to touch my face, and this time I don't flinch so much. I feel the rough ends of his finger tips against my cheek. He must play an instrument with strings to have callouses on his fingers, right?
I shy away, looking at the ground, "what instrument do you play?"
He looks baffled for a moment, then responds quickly.
"Bass—if you were so interested." His voice shifted a bit defensive.
I frown, "I was just wondering."
He scoffs, "mhm."
I roll me eyes, annoyed.
"I don't take you as the type to play any instruments."
He hums softly, laying down on his back on the ground, eyes closed.
"Well I do, idiot. I like to scream too." He smirks, "what about you?"
He lifts his head up and looks at me.
"Drums and guitar—Gerard's told me I can sing too, but I don't believe him. He can though—Frank too. There was a time at Christmas when they sang 'baby it's cold outside' and it was SO damn funny-"I laugh at the memory.
Pete snorts, "those two are together, right?"
Oh shit.
How do I do this without outing them? I can't lie? Can I? This is Pete...he'll bully them for bring together, right? Maybe he won't care, he doesn't seem to know...but what if this is all an act? What if-
