Tw: drug usage, and sad Petey

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When Patrick awoke the next day, he let out a small groan. He was starting to get sick of these headaches. He didn't know where they were coming from, or why he was getting them, but all he knew was that he wanted them to stop. 

"hey" Pete said.

Patrick waved and stood up. He reached for his bottle of pills, already starting to feel the weight of reality on him. 

The bottle of pills was swiped from Patrick's view before he could even touch them. Patrick turned around to see Pete holding the almost empty bottle. 

Patrick let out a small giggle, thinking that Pete was only messing with him. "c'mon. give them back" He said. 

Pete shook his head. "hell no" He said. Patrick was confused. He tried to reach for the pills, but Pete held them out of his grasp. 

Patrick let out a nervous giggle. "Pete, I'm serious. Give them back," he said in a more stern tone, now thinking that Pete really wasn't going to give them back. 

"no, Patrick. Can't you see what they're doing to you?" Pete asked, standing up and holding the bottle above his head. 

Patrick whined and tried to get the bottle of pills. Pete wasn't much taller than him, so why was this so hard?

"they're helping me!" Patrick said, his voice a little strained from trying to reach up. 

"Help you?!" Pete asked. "Patrick, do you even remember anything about yesterday?!" 

Patrick stopped reaching and thought for a second. He actually couldn't remember most of yesterday, or the day before, or any day since he started taking the pills. 

Patrick turned to Pete and shook his head. "no, what happened yesterday?" he asked. he only thing he really remembered was waking up from a wet dream, and watching Pete sleep. 

Pete sighed. "you were as high as a private jet," he said, making sure to add a reference. 

Patrick couldn't help but feel like he had heard that before. "that sounds familiar" He said. 

Pete nodded. "that's not important. What's important is that you stop taking these pills. they're messing you up." he said. 

Patrick shook his head quickly. "Pete, they're not messing me up." he denied. On the inside, he knew that Pete was right. 

He knew that he was losing his memory, and getting those headaches from the pills. But he didn't want to stop. He wanted- no, needed that empty and numbing sensation that he loved so much.

Pete rolled his eyes. "Patrick, you could barely walk yesterday! you are always slurring and stumbling on your words, and on top of everything, you kissed me and said that you loved me! you were on cloud 10!" He yelled with tears in his eyes. 

Patrick noticed Pete's eyes and frowned a little. "wait. I said I loved you?" he asked in a slight panic. 

Patrick was terrified that Pete was going to reject him instantly. 

stupid pills

Pete nodded and started to cry, for a reason that Patrick didn't know. "but it doesn't matter. you don't love me-"

Patrick groaned and cut Pete off by cupping his face and kissing his lips. Pete's eyes widened, then closed. 

Patrick smiled a little into the kiss. He finally got to feel the warmth of Pete's soft and gentle lips while he was awake and sober. and he fucking loved it. 

Patrick pulled away. "Petey, I do love you," He said.

Pete shook his head. "no, you just pity me" He said. " You don't have to lie to me"

Patrick shook his head. "I"m not lying, and I don't pity you!" He snapped, starting to tear up a little "and I don't need those stupid pills to tell you that" 

Pete smiled brightly and cupped Patrick's cheeks. Patrick looked up at Pete "now kiss me, fucker" He said with a small smirk. 

Pete leaned down and kissed Patrick's lips. 

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sorry, that took so long, I hate typing sometimes. Also, I can't do my once a week schedule anymore. I'll be updating once every two weeks now. 

- Petey