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[Idk wht this chapter is, I think its to put petes weirdness into perspective]

"Wow, is Patrick Stump really into a different guy?" Brendon asked as we walked around the food store. I blushed as I placed a jug of water in my cart. "You're wearing his clothes Patrick"

"Shut" I said. He smirked at me "I don't know. I mean, ugh" I groaned. He laughed at me "Fuck dude, he's a dream"

"How come you don't like to go to his house again?" He asked.

"I don't want him to think it's about the money. He tries to buy me stuff all the time and I wont let him" I said. We walked up to the check out.

"He probably knows it's not like that" he said as I paid the guy behind the counter. We walked outside with our bags in our hands. "Is he coming over again tonight?"

"Coming over?" I asked "He's still there"

"Did you two-!?"

"No" I said quickly "No, we haven't even kissed. Well, we did but I was drunk" We walked to my car and after dropping our shit in my trunk got inside.  Brendon screamed and I jumped. 

"Sheesh, he's touchy" Pete said from the back seat.  He was laying down on it.

"What the hell I left you at home" I said.

"I got lonely" Pete shrugged. 

"Oh jesus christ and Mary and Joseph" Brendon said to himself. 

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I walked it's only two minutes away" Pete shrugged.

"You're so strange!" Brendon yelled. 

"No, I'm Pete" he held his hand out to Brendon.  Brendon looked at me and I nodded.  He shook Pete's hand.

"Brendon.  Patrick's best friend" Brendon said.

"Nice to meet you" Pete smiled.  Brendon pulled his hand away slowly.  "Where to?" He asked.

"Brendons house" I said starting my car.

"Okay" Pete smiled.

"Do I want him to know where I live?" Brendon asked.

"Brendon shut up" I said.

"Okay" Brendon said turning around.  "How'd he get into the car-"

"Not asking questions anymore Bren, I'm driving" I said. 

"Alright" Brendon said.
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"He seems nice" Pete said helping me put things away.  "Why a jug of water?"

"It's easier to carry than bottles" I shrugged.

"Thats weird" Pete mumbled sicking it in the fridge.  He smirked and looked at me.  I crossed my arms smiling.  "He dislikes me though"

"Uhm, no.  He just thinks I have odd taste in men" I said. 

"Don't you?" he asked standing up "I mean here you are with someone who's strange"

"People are strange" I said.

"When you're a stranger" he said.  I paused and stared at him.

"Did you just make a Doors reference?" I asked.

"Is that not what you were doing?" he asked in confusion.  I smiled and shook my head no.  He made a face. "Hm" he mumbled going back to what he was doing.

"I like the doors though" I said.

"Me too" He smiled at me.

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