Brendon's POV
I sat on a blanket as i watched Pete and Dallon play around like 7 year olds in the water in front of me. Patrick invited us to the beach and as soon as Dallon heard the word "Beach" he yelled and begged me to say yes. Now here I am, sitting under an umbrella next to Patrick who keeps brushing himself off.
"Hey, wanna drink?" He asks as he reaches into the cooler behind him.
"Please?"
He hands me a beer, taking one for himself. We go back to watching our boys and i hear Patrick chuckle when Dallon jumps on Pete's back. Pete is much smaller than Dallon so he collapses sending them both into the water.
"Patrick? You wanna go in the water with me?"
He tenses up and quickly gives me a, "No, i'm good."
"C'mon please, why did you come to the beach if you are not going to get in the water?"
He seems to grow a bit frustrated with the fact that I didnt just drop it.
"I only came because Pete wanted to. I-I.... can't s-swim okay..."
"Oh, i didnt realize. Sorry, well if you decide you at least wanna come and stand close enough for the water to touch your toes, let me know ill come with you."
He looked up at me and smiled, "Thanks Bren, you go have fun, i'll go later."
I smile and nod. I pull my shirt off and kick my shoes to the side before running towards the water. I catch Dallon by surprise and pick him up bridal style before giving him a smack on the lips and throwing him into the water.
"HEY" Dallon yells wiping the water out of his eyes.
I laugh, "Sorry babe, you looked like you were drying up."
He laughed and stood up before wraping an arm around my waist and kissing me. We heard a sudden scream, a scream full of terror. I looked back just in time to see Pete run past me carrying Patrick. Pete lets Patrick fall into the water and Pete laughs. I wonder if he knows, no, he can't possibly know. He would never have done this if he knew. I don't see Patrick come up and Pete is too busy laughing to notice. I swim towards Pete and angrily shove him so he falls. I find Patrick and pull him above the water, there is sheer terror in his eyes. I pull him to the shore and help him sit and try and catch his breath. Dallon and Pete run up behind me just as he is begining to calm down.
Pete is looking wide-eyed at us, "W-What happened?! Why did you push me? I landed on something, it fucking hurts."
"PATRICK CANT SWIM IDIOT"
He looks stunned. His surprise suddenly turns into regret. "Patrick im so sorry i didn't know." He kneels down to hug him but his hand goes to his hip and thats when i see. He pulls his hand up to look at what is there and its red. Pete was bleeding. He pulls his shorts down from his hip a bit to reveal a small but deep gash that was bleeding quite alot. I don't see how we didn't notice earlier. Pete's face goes pale and i remember he has a thing about blood. Dallon catches Pete before his now unconcious body hits the sand.
Before i could do anything Patrick is running to our stuff, shoving it in the car and we are driving to the hospital.
On the way there, Patrick is holding Pete, whispering things i couldnt make out.
I pushed Pete to save Patrick from drowning.
I saved Patrick but i might have killed Pete.
This is my fault.
I did this.
