mental illness » peterick

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"Patrick..." Hayley paused. "I have something to tell you."

"What's up?" I asked.

"I have a huge crush on you."

"No way! I have a huge crush on you!" I responded, a bit too excitedly.

She grabbed my face pulling me in for a kiss before whispering my name.

"Patrick."

It got louder.

"Patrick!"

It wasn't Hayley's voice anymore. It was Pete's.

"What?" I asked, sounding pretty annoyed. Well, I'm allowed to be annoyed right now. I was having the best dream ever and just had to wake me up.

"Go outside with me."

"How would we even-"

"We'll jump out of the window!"

"Are you crazy? It's like 3 am. I'm going back to sleep."

"C'mon Patrick please."

"How would we even get back up here?"

"We'll figure it out once we get down there. Now come!"

He pulled me out of bed and I followed him to the window.

"It's not that bad of a jump. We're on the first floor." He said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I'll go first."

-

"Why did I need to come down here again?" I questioned.

"I wanted to show you something."

"It couldn't wait till the morning?"

"Nope!" He replied with a smile.

He patted the spot on the right of him.

"Sit."

I obeyed.

"Here."

He handed me an earbud.

I put it in.

"Do you know what's worth fighting for?" The singers voice started.

"What song is this?"

"Shut up." Pete said. I noticed his eyes were closed. Anyway I shut up.

-

The song was over now. And it was pretty fucking amazing. I actually got a bit misty. Okay.. "A bit" was an understatement.

"Did you like it?"

"Um. Yeah." I responded not looking Pete.

"Patrick?"

"Yes?"

"Are you crying?"

"No.. Maybe."

Pete chuckled before laying down on the grass.

"I dunno man. I just felt like I had to show you that song. I felt like I'd help you a little bit."

"What's the name of it?" I asked.

"21 guns by green day."

"Never heard of them."

He suddenly sprang up.

"You've never heard of green day?"

I shook my head.

"Wow, you must live under a rock. Who do you listen to?"

"I think I like Elvis Costello, my mom plays his music sometimes."

"Oh! He made hound dog right?"

"That's Elvis Presley."

-

We spend a majority of the night discussing music and recommended me a lot of bands.

I actually really enjoyed talking to Pete. He was really weird in a good way.

Anyway around 6 am we decided to go back in.

I was pretty damn sleepy but for some reason I didn't even care.

I'm happy.

-

Sorry about the shortness :((

+ the chapter was rly dumb

Who jumps out of a window to listen to green day?

Apparently Pete Wentz.

thanks for 1k reads!! Even though this story is boring and unrealistic af ok byeee <33 - A