A/N much angst, little time
Patrick didn't know what to do with himself.
Stuck in his old beat-up ford focus with blood-shot eyes, no intention of going home anytime soon.
Because usually he stayed at Pete's.
But I guess that wasn't happening anymore.
Patrick hummed reminiscently and turned on the radio, placing his forehead in his hands, trying so hard to ignore the stray tear that ran down his cheek.
"...Cause you know that they'd be offended
Did you not wanna tell them it's the endAnd I know we're not supposed to talk
But I'm getting ahead of myself
I get scared when we're not
'Cause I'm scared you're with somebody else
So I guess that it is gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can't believe itI, I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I'm tryin' not to right nowYou weren't a fan of pictures
So I hardly ever took 'em
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
So that way I can't forget your skin
So I..."
The song faded out leaving Patrick with the cold truth of the words. Turning the radio off, and resting his forehead against the cool metal of the steering wheel, Patrick sighed.
"I miss you so much Pete." He said into the empty space.
"I miss you so fucking much."
...
Pete wanted to forget.
Forget the memories, the hardship, the love, the pain, the break-up.
He just wanted the swirling pool of darkness- the pressure in his head gone.
Please.
Pete reached out for his radio, ready to upset the neighbors, blasting out any song which played from the local radio station.
"And next up we have I Miss You by Clean Bandit!
I know you're out in Cabo
Hanging with your brother
Wishin' that I was your bottle
So I could be close to your lips again
I know you didn't call your parents
And tell them that we ended
'Cause you know that they'd be offended-"
Pete cut off the radio, unprepared to finish the song.
Little did he know Patrick was listening in, picking up where Pete had left, reminiscing the lyrics, as in as much pain as Pete.
Pete only just now realised how lonely it was.
"I miss you, Patrick," Pete whispered into the silent room.
"I miss you so fucking much."
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