Look me in the eyes, can you see my soul? (Peterick)

If I tell you I love you, would you step on my heart?

Patrick's P.O.V

It's not fair. Okay, it kind of is fair, but I don't care. Pete can have whoever he wants. Anyone he wants. He just doesn't want me.
I sigh to myself and continue staring in the mirror. Why can't I look like her? Why can't I count my ribs and have everything look baggy, yet hot, on me? I look at myself and I want to scream. Scream out and kick everything. I want to be P.E.R.F.E.C.T.
And that's what I'm going to be. Dead or Alive.

Petes's P.O.V (2 weeks later)

She's beautiful. Perfect cheekbones, small waist, plump lips, and she loves everything I do. She's beautiful and she understands everything about having to tour. I'm in love.

I hang my phone up after I finish talking to Hannah (Yes I used my own name.....shut up...). We had finally areed to invite the band to dinner so they could properly meet. I am so excited! I go to find Patrick, seeing him asleep in his bunk. He has been working very hard lately. He seems to never stop writing, hell he has even been working out. He just won't take a break. I bend down to wake him up, but then stop. He deserves some sleep. I'll let him.

~4 hours later~

Patrick's P.O.V

I wake up from a horrible nap and look at the time. 2:47 pm. Holy smokes! I slept for almost 4 hours. I groggily get up and throw on a cardign that was thrown on the floor at sometime. I walk into the "Living room" of our bus. I see a note on the couch.

"The guys and I went out to lunch with Hannah. I thought you could use some sleep. -Petey."

I sigh. They probably didn't want me to come.

yeah, your fatass would've ate everything.

Another sigh and I'm walking into my bunk to pull on some sweat pants. I grab my bus key and head out to jog. I already lost 15 pounds, but I'm still bigger than everyone else. Maybe another 15 and I'll look at least decent.

Probably not, we all know you will always be the fat, ugly fag who wants one of your straight, beautiful, and taken, band members.

Maybe another 20....or 30....yeah 30 is good.

Okaaay, here it is! How is it? I honestly think it's crap, but whatevs. Peace! ~burntfailsafe~