mental illness » peterick

1.7

Next day.

I couldn't stop thinking about our kiss.
Pete hadn't talked to me all day. It made me wonder if he remember what happened last night. Did he even mean anything he said? It was near dinner so I walked to the cafeteria alone. Pete was sitting alone and not many people had come in yet. Okay, this is the perfect time!

"Pete." I said softly.

"Patrick." He said, sounding a bit irritated.

"Do you.. remember what happened last night?"

"Not really. I just remember getting drunk with Hayley and Gerard. Why?"

Oh. He didn't remember.

"You kissed me."

He let out a laugh.

"Why would I kiss you?"

I chewed down on my bottom lip.

"I dunno. It just happened.."

He sighed. "Patrick, i'm not in the mood for this shit. Go talk to your friends."

I didn't get it.

I hate him.

I hate him so fucking much.

He stood up.

"I hate you." I mumbled.

"The feeling is mutual." He said before walking away.

-

I ignored him for the next few days.

I should've known better.

He always hurts me. I always get my hopes too high.

The door swung open.

It was him.

He walked in and I immediately looked down.

"Pat?"

"Don't call me that." I mumbled.

He smiled.

He looked different today. His eyes were slightly red and he was fidgeting.

"Can we talk?"

I scoffed. "No. We can't talk. You're an asshole and we aren't friends anymore. Some how you always manage to make me feel bad about myself. That won't happen anymore. I'm stronger. So until camp ends, I'm staying away from you. I fucking hate you."

I smiled a bit. I'm standing up for myself finally. He won't treat me like this anymore.

"Patrick, I relapsed." He said.
"But, you don't care."

I was silent.

"I know, I fucked up. I fucked up so many times. I open up to people then I shut them out. I'm really sorry, Patrick. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You're right. I'm a fucking asshole. I have feelings for you but you deserve so much better. You deserve more than a broken boy. You deserve the entire universe, Patrick Stump."

I immediately stood up.

Pete walked closer.

He pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes before I broke away.

"Pete, I.. I need to tell someone."

"About what?"

"About your relapse."

"No, it's fine. I'm fine."

"Pete-"

"Babe, seriously. I'm fine."

I know I shouldn't but i'll take his word for it.  

I blushed. "Babe?"

"Whoops."

-
I told Mikey everything.

"Did he ask you to be his officially?"
He asked.

"No. I think we'll give it some time. He thinks he doesn't deserve me."

"And that's true. He's an asshole."

"Mikey Way! Pete isn't an asshole. He's really sweet and poetic under all of the eyeliner."

"Sounds like Gerard."

We laughed.

"Camp is ending soon." Mikey said.

"Yeah, I know."

"It's a bittersweet feeling, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"I'll miss you a lot. You're one of the few people I trust."

I smiled. "I'll miss you too, Milky Way."

"Shut up, Pat."

"Don't call me that!"

"Why do you hate that nickname so much?" He laughed.

"It's my mom's name." I grumbled.

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