"Patrick!" I heard my mom call. "We're home!"
I sighed and looked at Jack. He looked worried.
I walked over to my parents. "Hey."
"Hello," My dad said.
"My friend is staying at our house for a month." I blurted.
"Why?" They asked.
"His parents are on vacation." I lied.
"Oh, okay." They said. They didn't really care.
I shrugged and walked back to my room.
"Oh, he's back now." I heard Jack say. He answered my phone. He handed the phone to me.
"Hey?" I nearly asked.
"Hey, Pat." Pete said. His voice was very soft. He must be tired.
"How was your day?" I asked him.
"Pretty good... Besides the stuff with Jack." He responded.
"Yeah, he's staying at my house for a month." I said.
"He told me. I can't wait to get back." He sighed.
"I can't wait either." I looked around my room. "You seem tired."
"Yeah. Kind of." He yawned.
"Get some sleep." I said.
"Nooo, I want to talk to you." He insisted.
"Too bad, I'm hanging up and you're going to sleep." I devilishly smirked.
"You're such a bitch, Pat." Pete laughed.
"I love you." I said. "Sleep well."
"I love you, too. Stay safe." He replied and I hung up. I set my phone down on my bed.
"You guys are adorable together." Jack said, switching through TV channels.
I smiled. "Thanks."
-PETE'S POV-
When I woke up, my Mom was reading a book.
"Oh, you're awake!" She smiled at me. "We're going to Donna's again today. Tomorrow is the party."
I nodded. "Alright." I put on some clothes and did my hair. I didn't bother to try to look good. If Patrick was here, I'd try harder to look nice.
I was still really tired.
"I'm not hungry." I said to my mom.
"Alright, we'll go to Donna's now." She smiled. She seemed really happy.
We walked to the car. I sat in the passenger seat and looked around the parking lot.
The car started moving. Things were going by extremely fast. Maybe I was just tired.
When we got to Mikey's house, I got out of the car and knocked on the door.
"Hey!" Mikey said ecstatically.
"Hey." I replied, walking into their house.
We walked to Mikey's room. They were watching some horror movie.
I laid on Mikey's bed, next to him. It didn't really mean anything because we were good friends.
I accidentally fell asleep..
I woke up to Patrick kissing my lips softly. I kissed back. It felt.. different.
Then I realized I wasn't with Patrick. I pushed them away and got off of the bed. That wasn't Patrick. I didn't kiss Patrick.
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*EDITING* Thanks For The Memories (Peterick FanFic)
FanfictionTW: suicide, self harm, depression