Word Count 22,385
Summary When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?"
It's not like I asked for this. I didn't ask. I didn't want this. But now there's nothing in this world that I could want more. Him, next to me. Smiling. Us sitting next to each other. Holding hands. Kissing. Hugging. Everything.
Frank; a depressed kid with problems no one could imagine. And a desire to die.
Gerard; another depressed kid who doesn't want life anymore.
3:39 am. Gerard finds Frank passed out on the beach.
5:24 am. Frank wakes up in his room with no memory of two hours before.
6:12 am. Mikey, Gerard's brother, sits in his brother's room, talking about the boy Gerard found on the beach.
9:52 am. Gerard wonders about the boy on the beach.
10:43 am. Frank wonders why he's still alive.
12:37 pm. Mikey wonders why his friend, Frank, is acting so weird.
2:19 pm. Gerard leaves the house and goes to the beach, where he found the boy.
3:49 pm. Frank realises someone found him.
5:26 pm. Mikey wants to know what the fuck is going on with the two important people in his life.
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