Patrick felt his feet scuff against the concrete as he walked up the steps to Petes house nervously. His mind was doing what it always did when he was nervous, spitting out questions that only made it worse. What if Pete didn't want to see him? What if he hated Patrick for leaving him the week before?
He couldn't take the anticipation anymore, hastily ringing the doorbell. He wanted to run away as quick as could an never see Pete again. At the same time however, he also wanted to kick down he door and hug Pete forever. Fortunately, he wasn't aloud to do either as the door opened, revealing a woman in expensive looking attire, covered in gold and silver jewelry.
The woman looked down at Patrick with a look of what appeared to be disgust, growling out, "sorry boy, we don't help beggars." The boy looked up at her questionably.
Beggar? "Uh I'm not a beggar. May I please talk to Pete?" Patrick stuttered, unsure of the woman's reaction. "Peter? Why would you need to speak to him? He doesn't associate with peasants!" Patrick felt his throat catching as he tried to refrain from punching this bitch.
He collected what little confidence he had left (which wasn't much) and spoke up. "Could you please just tell him that I- erm- Patrick is here?" The ladies frown grew even larger as he said that, stepping closer to him. "I most certainly will not! My boy does not need to be associating with miscreants like you!" She yelled in a bitter voice.
Patrick was about to turn around and give up on his attempt of seeing Pete when he heard a familiar voice ask, "Mom, who was at the door?" As Pete's gorgeous face popped into view.
"Patrick?" He smiled instantly, practically pushing his mother aside to get to the boy. A wave of Relief passed over both of the boys as Pete hugged him, full of warmth and happiness.
"Peter!" His mom called. He released Patrick gently, looking back at his mother as she pulled him aside and spoke in a fierce whisper. Patrick knew they were talking about him but didn't say anything as he looked down, trying to block out the sharp whispers of "peasant!" And focused more on The lyrics he had written on the edges of his scuffed up boots.
"I don't care what you think!" Pete's voice suddenly echoed.
"Come on Patrick, let's go to my room." He attempted to smile, dragging his fedora boy down a set of stairs into his room. "Sorry about that. My mom is a fucking bitch." Pete frowned, hugging Patrick once more. "It's alright." He sighed, inhaling the familiar scent of rain and axe. It felt comfortable, like he was meant to be here. His arms felt like home.
Pete let go of Patrick and patted his bed, motioning him to sit. "How have you been? I missed you ya know?" Pete smiled comfortingly.
Patrick could tell him the truth. About the cutting, the starving, the abuse. He knew deep down that Pete would care, would help him, but his depression has long ago consumed him and lies had become his only protection.
"I've been okay. I missed you too." Thankfully, Pete didn't seem to catch a hint of his lie, simply nodding in return. There was an air of silence as they looked at each other, both knowing the elephant in the room. "Why did you leave last week?" Pete spoke, finally addressing it, leaving Patrick with no time to think of a decent excuse.
Almost all of the questions Pete asked Patrick were difficult to answer without lying but this was one of the things he liked about Pete. No matter how many hard questions he asked, it was only because he cared. It was always something like 'are you okay?', so unlike his father's 'where's my dinner faggot?'
His dad never cared, only about himself.
"I had to get home... My dad was worried." And luckily, Pete accepted that answer too. "It's okay. I understand. Hey... Do you want to play Call Of Duty?" Pete asked, trying to brighten the mood. "What's Call Of Duty?" Patrick asked shyly.
"Oh this is going to be fun."
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