heyo! i changed the emojis for Pete, I think it fits better. I'll change the rest of the Pete chapters to this. I've been loosing ideas for other chapters until the big climax I'm working on, so if anyone has any ideas, I would love to hear them!

and can I just say that I love the small amount of people who are reading this? I do. how the hell do you deal with my awful writing?

okay TW: talks of attempted murder, sexual assault, bullying, and my writing -That's the worst one-

anyway...

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Pete stared with wide eyes at Patrick who sat down on his bed. Melanie ran out of the room shortly after Brendon, sending a disappointing look at Patrick as she left.

Patrick started to tear up as the situation came crashing down on him. He felt his hands shaking and his breathing quicken.

Pete sat down on the bed next to him. He pulled the younger close to him as he slowly began to rub his back soothingly.

Patrick started to sob as he thought about his actions. The same thing that got him into this situation in the first place.

"why does this seem like a made up story?" Toxin asked, as he slumped behind me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Past my old room, and down the familiar hallways.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. "Why do you ask so many questions?" I asked him. I could care less that he was my godson, he can be an annoying little shit.

"im just saying, this all sounds fake" he said, starting to walk ahead.

I rolled my eyes and decided not to argue with a 12 year old.

"just be quiet and listen"

Pete sighed and just held Patrick. "w-was I too harsh?" Patrick asked, covering his tear soaked face with his hands.

Pete shook his head. "Patrick, he was harassing you. You told him to stop and he didn't. He got what he fucking deserved" he said, subconsciously pulling Patrick closer to him.

Patrick only continued to sob into Pete's chest. "I-I almost d-did it again Pete!" He cried and hugged Pete tightly.

Pete was confused to what Patrick meant by again. he soothingly ran his fingers through Patrick's hair and twisted the ends around his finger.

"Patrick, have you killed someone before?" Pete asked, in a calm voice, knowing that using any other tone would scare the small boy in his arms.

"almost" Patrick said, barely over a whisper. "just almost"

Pete shook his head in disbelief. "but you have to be the softest, sweetest, most adorable, and amazing smol bean in the world! who the hell pissed you off to the point of attempted murder?!"

Patrick sighed as he prepared himself to relive the story. " A few weeks ago, I tried to kill someone. A guy from my school" He said, pausing to wipe some of the tears from his eyes.

Pete nodded for him to continue, as he rubbed soothing circles into his back.

"It was the end of the day. I had to stay after school to help a teacher, and he had detention. H-he cornered me in the hallway a-and said creepy, sexual things l-like what Brendon said..." Patrick stuttered, trying to talk, but failing due to his tears and sobs.

Pete didn't need to hear anymore. He already knew what happened and why Patrick was upset.

He froze up when he felt Patrick move into his lap. His cheeks flushed red and he tried his best to ignore every bone in his body telling him to push Patrick off of him.

Instead, he pulled him close and rubbed his back, trying to calm the boy down.

"am I making you uncomfortable?" Patrick asked timidly, not wanting to overstep his boundaries with his new friendship.

"no. Friends can do this" Pete said, while still blushing. He slowly started to rock Patrick back and fourth.

Patrick nodded. "insult me" he said quietly.

Pete's eyes widened a little and he was confused at what Patrick said. "what?" He asked, moving back so that he could see Patrick's face. "what did you say"

Patrick's face was covered in tears and his cheeks and eyes were red and puffy. "insult me, please"

"is this some kind of weird kinky thing?" Pete asked, trying to lighten the mood. Patrick only shook his head. "but you did nothing wrong"

Patrick teared up knowing exactly what he did wrong. "I read your book! when you weren't here, I stole it and read it without your permission! insult me damnit!!" Patrick yelled.

Pete felt like he was supposed to be mad, but he wasn't. He was usually furious when people touched his stuff without permission, but after seeing how sad and guilty Patrick was, he just wasn't.

"I'm not mad hon" Pete said, rubbing Patrick's back again as he began to shake and cry harder.

"HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME NOW!!!" Patrick screamed, hitting Pete in the chest.

Pete only stood still and took the hits. Patrick was seriously messed up about this.

Pete didn't want to, but he slapped Patrick hard across the face and pulled his hand back as quickly as possible.

"PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER STUMP!" he yelled, shaking Patrick slightly.

Patrick was still as he held his face. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth was open slightly. He let out a small gasp in pain and looked back at Pete.

Pete was slightly intimidated by the way Patrick was looking at him. "I'm sorry" He said, moving back, but then realizing that Patrick was still in his lap.

Patrick sighed and hugged Pete tightly, his cheek stung and was turning red with a subtle handprint on it.

Pete hugged Patrick back and gently ran his fingers in the younger boy's hair.

Patrick hummed and relaxed more in Pete's arms, not wanting the hug to end.

But it sadly did when Pete pulled away to look at Patrick's face. His eyes were no longer red and his face was going back to normal, but that mark would stay there for a while.

Pete leaned up and pressed a small kiss to the cheek where he hit Patrick and pulled back smiling.

Patrick looked like a tomato after that as he smiled widely at Pete. 

Pete started to feel sleepy, s he took Patrick out of his lap and put him down on his bed, then started walking to his own.

Patrick whined and reached out to Pete. When Pete heard the while, he turned back around with his constant resting bitch face.

"what" He asked.

"c-can you....sleep on my bed w-with me?" Patrick asked nervously.

Pete made a face of confusion. "you. want me. to sleep with you?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Patrick blushed and looked down in shame for asking that question.

"that's so fucking gay" He scoffed.

Patrick could've cried at that very moment. He felt so bad for thinking that Pete was even close to being his friend.

Pete jumped onto the bed next to Patrick and wraps his arms around him. "lucky for you, I'm pan" He smiled and nuzzled his face into Patrick's shoulder.

Patrick smiled brightly and leaned back into Pete's chest.

Friends can do this.....Right?