Pete's POV
Patrick and I ended up talking and laughing the entire night. He told me about the new things going on in his life. He asked about new things happening in mine, i didn't have much to report. I didn't want to tell him how bad my depression had gotten...I didn't want him to know that I sat awake in my bed the past few nights with a bottle of pills turning in my hands.
I didn't want him to know that the only time I had left home was to buy his solo record.
That the only think that had me going with hope of things getting better, was the sound of his voice.
So i didn't, I told him about some movies I had watched, some video games I had played and some great food i had made. All lies but he happily accepted them.
It was 3 am when we finally realized what time it was. He started to get up to leave but I insisted he stay. Not only did I not want him out so late but I also wanted to be with him more, I wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet.
"But Pete, I don't want to intrude, I've already kept you up this late."
I looked at him with an 'are you serious' look on my face. "Patrick, you know I don't sleep often."
He stood silent and had a small battle with himself before speaking up. "Alright I'll stay on one condition."
"Anything." I said a little too eagerly.
"I won't sleep anywhere but the bed and you are NOT sleeping anywhere but next to me."
(A/N: Hello,this is quite short but its only because its me announcing that I came back to this, I have a direction i want to go with. I did NOT want this to be a typical fic where PAtrick is portrayed as this innocent little bunny man. I am gonna have him curse and fuck and drink. (JUST LIKE WE KNOW HE DEFINITELY DOES IN REAL LIFE) ok thank u bye )
