Does It Have To Be This Way?

Why can't we start this over? What have we done to us?

*A/N: This isn't turning into a Papa Roach fic for those of you who don't know or like (o.e) them. They're just going to be a part of the story for awhile. And honestly, I have no idea where I'm going with it anymore. xD*

-Pete-

"Dallon, come on, hurry the fuck up." I complained.

I've been standing outside the front of the house for twenty fucking minutes already. It's cold as hell out here even with three layers of pretty much everything.

Patrick, you better be o-fucking-kay...

"Okay okay, later babe!" Dallon yelled, standing in the doorway.

"Be careful, it's very slippery out there! I love you! Oh and bring home some more strawberries!" Breezy demanded from inside.

They just put Knox and Amelie to bed and now we're going to get Patrick.

Dallon rolled his eyes, shut the door and motioned me to walk to the car with him.

Thank God, it's in the garage.

"Fucking took you long enough. Jesus Christ." I whined as he unlocked the doors and I jumped into the passenger seat.

"Sorry, Breezy made me clean up Amelie's candy wrapper mess first."

I like Breezy and we all approve of her but couldn't she fucking wait until we found Patrick? Or at least cleaned it up herself?

"Let's just hurry up."

Dallon nodded, started the car and pulled out of the garage.

The heat automatically filled the car really quickly, which was awesome aside the fact that I'm still wearing three fucking layers of everything.

"Have you tried calling him yet?" He asked, heading down the way we saw Patrick walk.

"No, my phone is dead and I doubt he would even pick up." Patrick always had his phone charged no matter where we were. Mostly for times like this he keeps an extra phone with him that's turned off to keep the battery charged. Fucking nerd, really.

"Do you want to try?" Dallon glanced at me, handing me his phone.

"Sure." I took it and dialed the spare phone number.

-Patrick-

What Jerry told me really hurt... and I had no idea what to do...

The rest of the Papa Roach crew were scattered around this place. Separated, not just walking around. Tara, told each one of them that she made some brownies for them, they ate one and Jerry hasn't seen Jacoby, Tobin or Tony since. He said he blacked out exactly after taking three bites of the brownie and woke up in this room.

Holy smokes, I'm supposed to be looking for Brendon, now I'm stuck here trying to figure out how to find Jacoby, Tobin and Tony when I am locked in here too...

You really are an idiot for leaving without Pete, Patrick.

"Quick, act normal." Jerry demanded. He laid back down on his bed, fiddling with his phone again. I ran and casually sat in a chair beside the bed.

Tara walked in with a plate of... brownies...

"Jerry, mother made some mor-" She looked at me. "Patrick? This isn't your room, silly goose."

I looked at Jerry for help. He didn't have a readable expression.

"Didn't Martin take you to your room yet?" She asked with a smile.