Mikey was sat at the dining table, tapping at the table top nervously. Patrick had already arrived, sat contently on the sofa rereading the magic far away tree by enid blyton. Pete, however, was late and it was getting on Mikey's nerves.
"Patrick," Mikey sighed, harshly rubbing his forehead with the hand that wasn't occupied with tapping the table. Patrick's head shot up and he turned to face Mikey, book still clutched in his hands. "Do you have any idea where Pete is?"
Patrick thought for a second before shaking his head. Mikey sighed again.
"Well, before Pete gets here, can I ask you something?" Mikey asked.
Patrick looked at Mikey, silently telling him to go ahead.
"You've got to be honest with me here, are you a little?"
Patrick's face filled with a look of shock and fear as he automatically went to shake his head. However, he hesitated, pausing for a second to think before fear competely consumed his face and he nodded yes.
Slowly Mikey stood up, approaching Patrick who seemed to be struggling to hold back tertified tears. Comfortingly, Mikey wrapped his arms around Patrick, pulling him close and rocking them back and forth slightly.
"That's okay baby boy. Whatever you want or need, I'm here for you," he whispered into his strawberry blond hair.
Ptrick whimpered, his fingers grasping at Mikey's shirt as he tried to stay big, knowing that Mikey wanted to have a serious conversation with him and Pete. When Pete finally arrived that is.
Ten minutes later, the front door to the Way's small flat was flung open and in stumbled a slightly tipsy Pete. A pungent smell of cigarettes and lighter fluid followed him in, discusting the other two boys.
"Pete," Mikey stated harshy, still cradling Patrick in his arms. "What part of serious coversation means turn up drunk?"
Pete waved his hand dismisively, crashing on the unoccupied armchair.
"I'm not drunk, I only had two beers," Pete huffed, stretching out on the furniture, before lowing his voice and moving his chin downwards so his words were slightly muffled by his chest. "And several shots of vodka."
Mikey rolled his eyes, having heard Pete's additional comment.
"Pete, you have responsibilities now!" Mikey exclaimed. "You can't just drink when you feel bad! Patrick needs you sober, I need you sober!"
Pete just grumbled, contiuning to shift in the armchair, trying to get comfortable.
"Come on Pat, let's get you fed before you go home," Mikey said, nudging at the small boy who had migrated onto his lap. Patrick didn't move, if anything, only curling up closer to Mikey.
Sighing, Mikey slipped his arms around the smaller boy, lifting him up and carrying him towards the kitchen.
"Patrick's old enough to feed himself, Mikey," Pete grumbled. "He's not a baby."
Mikey sighed again, "Maybe if you actually paid attention you would understand."
Hi, I'm gonna go with shorter chapers more frequently (although it still won't be very often) because this has taken me a week to write if I left posting it until it was longer you might be waiting for a while. Hopefully it won't be too long until I update again. Also, i haven't proof read this so it might be full of mistakes, I'll have a look a bit later.
Sam.
