Just Like Me

{5}

//A.N. Hello. I just got my internet back so I can update! I made this chapter twice as long because of the wait.//

I flopped down onto the couch, feeling the tears spill down. He hadn't bothered to follow me, so I  was sat there, crying. I thought he loved me! He was perfect. But...I just wanted to be alone. It hurt so much when I had to pretend like nothing happened just for his sake. I sighed and turned on the TV. 

I wanted to be alone, so I flipped through random channels until I got bored out of my mind. 

I'd have to go back sooner or later. 

I opened the door and shivered. It was cold, but it was 6:30PM. I walked back to the house and opened the door. "Dan!" Brendon greeted, hugging me. I smiled, hugging him back. Patrick looked a little down as he saw me. He should! I thought to myself. Oh come on, don't be so rude. I nodded at Patrick and tried to walk away, but he stopped me. 

"Dan, listen...I'm sorry..." I nodded. "It's just that...I like Phil," I gritted my teeth as he carried on. "...and I would like to know if I could date him." I sucked in my cheeks. "I-...okay..." I was certain that the would do it behind my back anyways. Phil walked in and nearly dropped his food when he saw me. "I-" Patrick interuppted Phil by kissing him on the lips, which made me want to cry. Phil twisted his hair between his fingers and kissed back, pushing him against the wall. 

I fought back tears as I silently walked to my room. They were still roughly making out on the wall, and I saw Pete sitting in the hall way with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Hey, Pete? You okay?"  

He looked up and I saw tears streaming down his cheeks. He shook his head and looked back down. I sat next to him, rubbing his back as his eyeliner streaked down his cheeks. I wiped it away. "Okay, what happened?"

"I love...Patrick..." He started out in a hushed whisper. "But...he-he's in love with Phil..." I hugged him. "Oh, I love Phil...I think they are in love with the wrong person..." I lifted him up and he walked to the bathroom. After much persuasion, he finally let me wipe the eyeliner off.

"I'm so ugly without it..." I got so sad at that. "Oh, Pete, don't say that! You look just as pretty without it!" He blushed. He smiled. "Maybe we could get back at them? Make them jealous?" I tilted my head. "How?" He bit his lip. "Well, pretend we are in love, I fake ask you out, you say yes, and it goes from there." I thought for a moment. That would make Phil really jealous. I nodded, and we walked out. He held onto my hand. Just the plan... I thought to myself as I felt my palm get sweaty. Patrick and Phil noticed us and Pete leaned down and pecked my lips. Phil and Patrick looked taken aback, and I had to admit, the did look jealous. But his lips...they were really soft. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, for real. Phil looked down and Patrick fiddled with his shirt. "D-Dan..." Pete stuttered out. Damn he was good at acting. "Will you go out with me?" I nodded, hugging him. I shot a glare at Phil and he looked down. 

I felt Pete's lips barely connect with mine. I pulled him closer and bit his lip. "Woah, this is just acting, right?" I opened my my mouth to say something. "Yeah...acting..." Phil looked like he was about to cry, and Patrick was looking awkward. Pete sat uncomfortably close to me, and I shifted a little. I caught Phil staring and I glared. He instantly diverted his attention towards the TV.