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i hate to admit it but i have a tiktok and i'm p good 😃
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"Promise me if you ever want to get high, drink, any of that shit you come to me, okay? Cause no one else, no other motherfucker will care about you in that time. They're all too focused on themselves and they're poppers or-or they're weed and other shit. Understand?"
"Ye-yeah."
Patrick can still feel that warm, firm hand gripping his chin and forcing him to look into the eyes of his older brother. He totally lied. But that promise is all that comes to his mind as he watches Pete down another shot of the basic ass wine he stole from his parents. He's reclining back in his chair as Joe grinds down on Andy's lap, the couple sitting on the sofa next to Patrick's own recliner.
Joe strictly took ecstasy and Andy just sat back and watched him, watched all of them as they stuck themselves with needles, drank until they forgot who they were, swallowing pill after pill, inhaling every bit of powder. Patrick wanted to try everything. Pete loved the weed. He was used to it but he loved the relaxed feeling he got. Patrick, as lame as it was, loved the cigarettes. Constantly, he smoked and his parents never noticed.
Then again, they never noticed the important things. Like Patrick's plummeting grades or the smoking or the fact he has three boyfriends or the drugs and alcohol. They noticed the small things like the spoon and bowl Patrick didn't wash last night after dinner.
The boys notice the bruises, the pain on his face when he puts pressure on his twisted ankle, the crooked fingers, the way it hurts to inhale from the fractured rib because he was pushed down the stairs. They've tried to put a stop to their boyfriend's abuse but Patrick said he could handle it and take care of it. They knew by taking care of it, he would just let it happen for the next three days. Then he would be eighteen finally and could move in with Pete.
"'Trick?" Pete whispers softly into the chilly air.
"Yeah?" Patrick has that stuffy nose sound in his voice from his cigarette. He sniffles and wipes his nose before inhaling the cancer stick again.
"Do you think we'll all be able to grow old together?"
"I don't know, Pete."
"I hope we can. I doubt it, we go through these drugs like batshit crazy. We drink too much. I don't think we can, but I hope we do. Andy probably will if we don't," Pete sighs. "I feel kind of paranoid. Come here."
Pete pats his lap and Patrick untangles himself from his blankets and climbs into Pete's lap as Joe and Andy get off across the room. "Why are you getting paranoid?"
"Dunno," Pete shrugged, "maybe i'm thinking too much this go around. You're so pretty," he whispers, stroking Patrick's cheek.
Patrick blushed. "Damn, what a romantic," he whispers as he holds his cigarette up to Petes lips, smiling as he inhales but coughs right after. Patrick likes a specific cigarette. It always makes Pete cough but he loves the smell of it when Patrick smokes it. "Skip school with me tomorrow."
"Okay. Have sex with me tomorrow," Pete replies. Patrick isn't one to always want sex but he'll fuck Pete if it means he can get something out of it.
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too."
