Patrick's Pov ((a day later))
I sat on the couch. My head throbbed. I squeezed my eyes shut. God, I hate headaches. Carly sat next to me. Her hair was dyed brown with blue highlights at the bottom. I kinda like it. It says 'innocent rebel'.
I opened my eyes again. The light caused immense pain. This headache was nauseating. I bit my lip, biting back a whimper.
"You okay?" Carly asked. I wanted to look at her. I wanted to open my eyes, but the pain was unbearable.
"Just a headache," I replied, keeping my eyes closed.
"You need a Tylenol?" She asked. Worry was audible in her scratchy voice.
"I don't know," I replied in a whimper.
"Patrick, open your eyes." She demanded.
I tried opening them slightly, but the pain shot through my brain like a thousand tiny spiders injected all their venom in at the same time. I let out a small squeal and shut them again.
"I'm gonna get you a Tylenol, okay?" Carly whispered into my ear.
"Okay," I replied.
I sat there thinking about the show in 6 days. Jeez, that's gonna be fun. Performing again.
"I'm back." I heard Carly's voice. "Here, take it." I blindly stuck my hand out and she placed the pill in it. She put the water in the other.
"Hey, Carls?" I asked.
"Yeah, 'Trick?" She asked me.
"Can you sing?" I asked. I bet she was surprised.
"I should be asking you that," She replied, "And yeah, I guess."
The plan is working. I have cameras all over the place, trying to catch her singing. I just needed the right moment.
"What song?" She asked.
"Therapy," She was so good at that song.
"Okay," I heard her ready herself.
"My ship went down in a sea of sound. When I woke up alone I had everything. A handful of moments I wish I could change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane. A handful of moments I wish I could change, but I was carried away. Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything. Therapy, you were never a friend to me. You can keep all your misery." She sang like an angel.
"I love you, sweetheart," She said.
"I love you, too, little flame."
"Where did that come from?" She asked
"You're a flame that no matter how small you get, you will never burn out." I smiled.
"You little doofus,"
"I am your little doofus," I smiled.
"Touché,"
--a/n--
Another update? What?????? XD no I'm bored and this is too cute.
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