Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

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PATRICK'S POV

Pete and I were already heading back after a failed attempt at finding anything to eat. I felt bad cause I know we're all hungry and thirsty but when you're starting out completely new in a new world, then it's hard to do just about anything.

We eventually found our way back to where I had told Joe and Andy to stay and walked down to where they were sitting.

"Hey guys, find anything?" Joe asked. I wondered what he was holding but them my jaw dropped. These bastards had gotten their hands on a meal. How the hell?

"Now how the everliving fuck did you guys get your hands on something to eat?!" I asked in disbelief.

"These really nice people came by and felt bad so they went and got us this thing called," Joe paused and read the bag. "McDonald's? I think that's how you say that." He shrugged.

Pete and I stood there with our jaws dropped. "Well you two had better have saved some for us!" Pete scrambled towards them and sat down next to the others, reaching inside the brown paper bag and grabbing what seemed to be fries.

"Well don't just share with Pete, let me in on this too!" I sat down in between Joe and Pete, grabbing some chicken nuggets and munching on those.

We all ate in silence, ignoring anything and everything. It hadn't been long since we ate last, yet it still felt like years.

3RD POV

The group finished up their meal and by that time, it was already dark.

"Well, we should probably get rest if we're going to be busy these next few days." The doctor said standing up and dusting the dirt off his jeans.

The group nodded and they all laid down in random places. Patrick chose a place close to the cement wall holding the bridge up and laid on his side, shivering and shaking slightly.

Pete had already been laying down but noticed Patrick's small frame shaking. The dark haired male took off the leather jacket he had been wearing around his waist since they had arrived and walked to the small, shivering boy, placing his jacket around Patrick's shoulders.

"You were shivering. Put this on, it has faux fur lining on the inside. It should keep you warm." Pete said, going back to where he had been laying before, but a hand grabbed his wrist.

Pete looked back and saw Patrick had put on the jacket, but tears were falling from his baby blue eyes. "Please stay.." Patrick said in a shaky whisper.

Pete nodded and sat down next to the tiny boy, wrapping his arm around him. Patrick laid his head on Pete's shoulder and cried even harder, still keeping his sobs quiet enough that it won't wake the other two.

Pete froze up for a second before running his hand up and down Patrick's back. "What's wrong, 'Trick?" The older whispered.

"What if we never make it back home?" Patrick looked up with wet eyes. Pete's heart hurt.

"Don't worry, we will. We'll find a way out of here, and life will be normal again." Pete spoke softly, pulling the jacket back up onto Patrick's shoulders, as it had been slipping down.

Patrick sobbed silently into Pete's chest and he comforted him the best he could. "Benzy, I'll find us a way out of here, even if it's the last I do. I love you too much to see you in so much pain." Pete said, except he didn't say the last part. That was more in his head. But goddamn, did Pete really want to say that.

"Thank you, Sandy... I don't deserve you.." Patrick spoke quietly in a crumbling voice.

"I'm the one that doesn't deserve you. Now, go to sleep, it's late." Pete stroked his hair and Patrick soon fell asleep, still in Pete's arms.

HI THIS WAS A SUPER SHORT CHAPTER BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET IT OUT TO YALL AND IM HAVING MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK SO UH YEA HERES THIS AND I!!!! HOPE YALL LIKE IT!!!!