I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy ...

Chapter 7 - I Found Out What It Takes To Be A Man

The sound that awakened me the next morning could only be described as a small earthquake through my apartment. A horrific scream of 'PATRICK!' followed and I rolled over in my bed. The covers felt so soft and comforting on this particular morning and it took all I could muster to drown out the next screams of 'PATRICK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!' I did a slow stretch and when I heard 'PATRICK I SWEAR...' emit I knew I had to get up.

I rolled out into the hallway in what could only be a snail's pace. I collided once with the wall still unsure of if I was awake or asleep. I found my way into the living room with much difficulty as I felt the door shudder once again from the person banging on the other side.

"Yeah," I lazily said coming to grasp the handle and wretch it open.

In its midst stood Pete looking happy for such an early hour.

"Finally," he breathed passing me in a whirlwind. "Where's Andy?"

I shut the door with the frustration I was feeling and wheeled on Pete who had descended into the apartment as though it was his own. "You were screaming my name to get the door," I said angrily.

Pete turned back to me from the kitchen and laughed. "Yeah, I knew you'd come to get it eventually. Andy would've just ignored me." Then he opened the fridge searching through it with sighs and grunts of disapproval.

I sighed and took a seat at our little kitchen table while I saw Pete give up on the fridge and grab a bag of pretzels instead. "Andy didn't sleep here last night," I said answering Pete's question. "He probably stayed at his girlfriends again." Pete twisted his face in an expression that said 'I should've known' and sat down next to me. "So you just came to see Andy then and eat our pretzels," I asked still annoyed I had been awoken from my slumber.

Pete chewed on a pretzel and shrugged his shoulders. "I was going to talk to Andy, but I guess not."

I gave a frustrated sigh and shook my head. "You can talk to me," I said. "I live here too."

Pete looked at me as if I was kidding and just chomped on another pretzel. "Nah it doesn't really involve you...I'll just talk to him later."

I sighed again and laid my head on the kitchen table feeling like I could fall asleep again.

"There was something else I came to do too." Pete was saying as I heard him crunch on pretzels. "Oh yeah," he said as I felt the table shift from his abrupt need to get up. "I need to use the bathroom."

I gave a scoff as I picked my head up to see Pete race down the hall. What an idiot Pete was, but I had to admit he was one of the best friends I could ever have. He understood me in a way no one else had. I was never afraid to share anything with him because I knew he'd always understand.

"Oh my God, Patrick," I suddenly heard Pete explode from the bathroom. I twisted around in my seat to see him emerge from the hallway a wild expression on his face and something grasped firmly in his hand. "Who is this?"

At first I had no clue what he could be talking about, but then it hit me like bricks. He was grasping Maddie's picture I had took from her last night. "No one," I said quickly getting up so fast my chair tipped over from beneath me.

Pete put on an infamous smirk and waved the picture around some more. "What was this picture doing in your bathroom," he smiled. "You were whacking off, weren't you?"

My cheeks burned as I ran towards Pete. "Pete, give me the picture!" I said as firmly as I could.

Pete dodged my rage and ran towards the living room. "Not until you tell me who she is," he stated happily clearly enjoying the situation.