unknown number // petekey

seventy one

This was a stupid idea. I shouldn't be doing it. I shouldn't be going to see Pete. Pete for God's sake.

    I should at least hear him out, a small voice chimed in. I bit my lip as I put on my jacket. Gerard was in the living room, watching TV. I would have to go past him to leave.

    There was no way that Gerard would let me go see Pete.

    So I did the only logical thing.

    I climbed out of the window. My window was facing the backyard, so when I dropped off of the roof, I had to race past the screen door where Gerard could glance outside and see me. High stakes stuff, I know.