I'm Going Nowhere Fast (Peterick)

6. Dance, Dance

(Pete's P.O.V)

Patrick had forced Joe and Andy to go upstairs to grab a glass of cold water and a damp wash cloth. Patrick stayed right beside me with a look of concern stretched across his face. His fingers danced across my back as he attempted to comfort me and I was thankful for his efforts but it wasn't helping me. I honestly didn't know what was wrong with me and I hated it when I felt this way, I hated it even more when I felt this way around other people. Patrick tried to get me to talk to him but I didn't know what I could say to him. How could I tell him the things that were waltzing through my mind? The horrible things that were torturing me as I sat here. The voices told me that I was useless and that everyone would be happier without me around. Tears welled in my eyes and my hands twitched, searching for a blade. Patrick stopped rubbing my back and grabbed my hands in his. I looked into his caring eyes to see that he was worried and I was the one who was causing him to suffer as well.

"Pete, are you okay?" Patrick asked for the twentieth time.

I forced myself to smile and I pulled away from Patrick's touch. "I'm fine."

"Back in middle school I had a friend who had depression and he used to act like this all of the time," Patrick said. "I tried to help him but he wouldn't let me and a couple of months later he killed himself. I was devastated because I tried so hard to save him."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Patrick smile showed how upset he was. "Thanks but I'm not trying to get sympathy from you."

"Then what are you trying to do?"

"I'm trying to get you to let me in."

"But there isn't anything wrong with me."

Patrick rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever you say but I know the signs Pete and I don't think I'd be able to handle the loss of another person that's close to me."

Andy and Joe came back down stairs with the damp cloth and the glass of water. I took the water and gratefully gulped it down but I declined the damp cloth. Andy and Joe seemed shocked at my sudden change of mood and they gawked at me as if I was on display.

"Um guys, you can stay here because I'm going to take Pete out for a bit," Patrick said,

I shot him a thankful look as he helped me to my feet.

"Yeah we'll keep practicing," Joe said as he made his way over to his guitar.

Patrick took my hand and led me upstairs and outside towards my car. I furrowed my brow but I didn't question his motives.

"Can I have your keys?" Patrick asked. I shot him a weird look and slowly handed them over to him. I slowly climbed into the passenger seat and watched as Patrick slid behind the wheel. "Don't worry I do have my license."

Patrick started the car up and started driving away from his house and towards the mall. I groaned at the idea of going there but Patrick didn't to seem to have any objections about being here. He literally pushed me through the doors and directed me to a shop that sold formal clothing. Patrick made his way over to the men's section and picked up a fedora.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Patrick chuckled. "You'll see but before I begin can you run fast?"

"I guess," I replied. "Patrick what are you going to do?"

"Just a note, I've only did this once in an attempt to cheer my friend from middle school up and it worked until his depression started to get worse," Patrick said ignoring my question.

"Patrick?" I questioned feeling somewhat nervous.

Patrick ignored me once again but this time he sung.