Patrick was downstairs playing the piano his grandmother hand. Sad Song by We The Kings. One of Patrick's personal favorite. It was also the baby's favourite. Around the chorus there was a knock on the door. Patrick stopped and went to it. "Patrick!" Brendon yelled from the other side of the door. Patrick opened it. "Wow you lookin' like you're gonna explode soon! Joe and ruby and I came over to check up on you and Your grandma, we also got groceries!" They held up bags of food.
"Oh, okay..." Patrick says olive the door for them. He went back to the piano as Brendon put away the food.
"Where's the bathroom?" Joe asked.
"Didn't you piss at the store?" Brendon said opening the fridge and placing pickles in there. Joe nodded. "It's down the hall, right next to his grandmother's room." Brendon pointed. Patrick entered the room. "So how far along are you?"
"About 32 and a half weeks..." Patrick says pulling out a chair and sitting on it. Joe was pissing again. When he washed his hands he walked past his grandmother's room.
"Patrick? Brendon?" Joe called out looking into her room. She laid there peacefully. He walked in slowly. "Fuck..."
She was dead.
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If you didn't see me hinting about Geema being sick you are blind!
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Not Warroirs (Joetrick and more)
FanfictionPatrick, Joe, Andy, and Pete came from different life styles and been brought up differently. Joe struggling with drugs and regrets, Patrick being a victim of rape, drugs and child abuse and neglect , Andy only having his mom and siblings, Pete havi...
