Authoritative (Peterick)

October 1 (Day 1 Wednesday)

"I can't thank you enough!" Mrs. Stumph said as she exited the house after her husband.

I waved a hand in dismissal. "Go... enjoy your vacation!"

"If we even get a break!" They laughed.

I smiled and waved the cab off before turning back to the house.

Patrick stood in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face. He was staring after his parents cab.

"So..." I clapped my hands, making him jump a little and frown at me. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked.

He sighed and rolled his eyes before turning and shutting the door.

Little shit! I walked over to the door and went to open it, but... he locked it! I sighed in frustration and found the spare key hidden in the planter.

Patrick was at the top of the stairs when I entered.

"That wasn't cool!" I said.

He looked at me. "How about we make a little deal, k?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"I leave you alone while you leave this house period... I'll tell my parents that you stayed with me the whole time and all that snazzy jazz, and then every thing will be fine!"

"What?" I asked. "I'm not gonna do that!"

He glared at me before walking into his room and slamming the door shut.

Teenagers... I'm almost scared!

I shook my head and ordered a pizza.

Half an hour later, I was climbing the steps on my way to Patrick's room with a plate of pizza. I knocked lightly.

"What are you still doing here!?" the reply was muffled.

"Feeding you... you aren't getting rid of me that easily. I promised your parents to take care of you!"

"Fuck off! That's what you can promise me you'll do!"

I looked down before setting the pizza in front of his door and walking away.

-Two.Hours.Later-

It's been about two hours and I still haven't seen Patrick. I got up to check on him at one point, and he had eaten his pizza. I knew because the plate was empty and he had no animals...

I started to here the sound of music coming from his room. And it sounded really good! So I went to investigate.

The door was cracked. That's what I noticed first. As if he were trying to get me to hear him.

I put your stuff into a bag and pushed it down the stairs!

I pushed your car into a bridge and watched and let it burn!

Icona Pop had gotten a little manlier.

I snickered as I listened to him sing the girly song, not even thinking about who he could've been singing too.

Then it hit me... like a bullet through a flock of doves... (I know... MCR... idk)

"Why don't you want me here?" I asked, pushing through his cracked door and sitting on his bed.

He looked at me for a minute before shaking his head, "I don't need a fucking babysitter..." he mumbled, looking down at a paper in front of him.

I nodded. "Look, kid... we all want what's best for you..." I said.