Hey everyone, due to current events, I won't be on that much. Yes, I will still upload once a week, so you don't have to worry about that. I just want everyone to be safe. 

Pete woke up the next morning and whined at the cold. He noticed that Patrick was no longer next to him, and opened his eyes. 

"Patrick?" Pete asked when he saw Patrick out of the bed. He had just taken one of those strange pills again. 

Patrick turned around and let out a small giggle. "hey Petey" he said, slurring his words a little. 

Pete shook his head and sat up. "What are you doing?" he asked. 

Patrick shrugged and put the bottles away. "they help me" he said with a small giggle. 

Pete was now concerned about Patrick and what those pills were doing to him. Ever since Patrick started taking them, he was way more hyper, jealous and angry. 

Pete looked to Patrick, who was now giggling out of control and stumbling to him. After seeing all the signs, Pete concluded that Patrick was definitely high. 

"a-are you high?" Pete asked. Patrick only gave a small snort and a giggle. 

Pete stood up and walked to Patrick. "what have you been smoking?" He asked, leading Patrick to the bed. 

When Patrick didn't answer, Pete just sighed and sat on the bed with him. 

Pete then started to wonder if Patrick had been high this whole time. That would explain why he was acting that way. Pete was even questioning if Patrick was high when he said that he loved him...

It could be possible that they were just high words and that he didn't mean anything that he said. 

Pete wanted to cry at that very moment. He had poured his heart out to the person that he loved and actually thought that he had a chance when he said that he loved him back. 

Pete knew that he couldn't cry though. He had other things to take care of. 

like Hightrick.

who, speaking of which, was singing. 

"I don't know where you're going but do you have room for one more troubled soul. 
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home. 
and I said I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead. This is the road to ruin, 
and was starting at the end" he sang. 

Pete groaned.

 That was his song. 

Patrick was in his book 

again.

Pete sighed and noted that he would have to have a serious talk with Parick about personal space and boundaries later. 

But for now, he would just have to take care of Hightrick. 

The psych ward was pretty busy today for some reason, so hopefully, they didn't notice that two patients were missing. 

Patrick held on tightly to Pete and started to kiss all over his nack. Pete jumped away and shook his head. 

"no," he said sternly. 

Patrick whined and tried to kiss Pete again. Pete shook his head and tried as hard as he could to push him away. 

Patrick growled in frustration. "Peteeeeeey! let me kiss yooooou!" he said in a whiney voice. 

"no, Patrick!" Pete yelled angrily. "you don't love me and you never will! you just want to kiss me because you're high!"

Patrick leaned over and kissed Pete's lips softly. Pete kissed him back, after recovering from the shock that his crush was actually kissing him.

The kiss lasted a little under a minute, and when they pulled apart, Patrick leaned against Pete and closed his eyes. 

Pete did the same, and they both fell asleep like that. 

okay, sorry for the late and short chapter. I am starting to lose focus on these things and I hate it. I just want t get a decent chapter out once a week or so. was this chapter good? please be honest