Authoritative (Peterick)

Day 17 (Friday)

I woke to the bed shifting. Patrick stirred uncomfortably and mumbled something inaudible in his sleep.

I was still half asleep and I rolled over, hitting him in the stomach by accident.

He shifted and mumbled, "No..." in his sleep.

I sat up and rubbed my eye. I looked at my phone, "Shit, Patrick... You have to wake up."

But he rolled over, "Stop..." He mumbled, still sleeping.

I shook him, "Wake up."

He squeezed his eyes shut, "No... stop... please..." He mumbled, grabbing a pillow and holding onto it tightly.

I sat on top of Patrick and pulled at his short, "You need to get out of bed."

He screamed softly, "Please..." he whispered.

I slid off of Patrick and put my feet to his back and pushed him off of the bed.

He fell then started crying.

I crawled over to the side of the bed and looked over him, "Are you crying?"

He nodded and wiped at his tears.

I pouted, "I'm sorry, baby... but you got to get ready for school."

He shook his head and looked down, "I had a nightmare..."

I got off the bed and hugged him, "What about?" I asked.

He pushed me away and stood, "Its really not that big of a deal..." he walked off to the bathroom.

I sighed, "Do you want to go to school?"

I looked over at him.

He bit his lip in thought, "Yeah... I'll go."

"Today is your last day, right?" I asked.

"No... that's not for another three weeks." He said.

"Oh..." I said.

"Yeah..." he shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower.

I walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Taylor yawned and walked downstairs shortly after.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"What's got your balls in a jumble?" She asked.

I looked up at her. "Nothing!" I snapped.

"Shit, Pete... don't snap at me!" She said.

"I didn't." I snapped again.

"I'm not gonna argue with you." She said. She grabbed an apple and walked upstairs.

I rolled my eyes, "Breakfast is ready if anyone wants it!" I called.

"I'm having an apple and Tricks in the shower!" Taylor called back.

"Okay." I called back.

Then the front door opened and closed, "I don't know what it is, but I'll take that offer up!" Gerard said.

I laughed, "Sorry, Gee... I don't feed the homeless... oh wait... I feed Taylor."

"FUCK YOU, DOUCHE! YOU TOOk ME IN!" Taylor called.

Gee and I laughed while Gee sat at the bar.

"So, Gerard, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Gerard shrugged, "I was bored."

I shrugged as well, good enough reason."

He nodded with a smile.

Patrick walked down the stairs in shorts, a baggy t-shirt and one of my hoodies.