(Brendon)

"Why'd you lie to my parents?" He asked

"No offense. Please don't get upset, but your parents don't seem like loving and caring people."

He laughed.

"Congratulations, Captain obvious. They're assholes."

"I-uh." I couldn't agree with him. That's would be like me second hand swearing.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Don't tell me you can't say asshole." He laughed.

"Technically, I can say it. I just would rather not."

"Why? Someone told me it didn't say you couldn't curse in the bible."

"Technically-"

"Technically. Technically." He tried to mock my voice. But to me it sounded like he was using a female's voice.

"Technically you're a little bitch."

"I- that's very rude."

"Its very true."

"I don't have to take-"

"Say it!"

"No!" I stomped my foot impatiently. "Ryan you are negative enough company as it is. I don't need you trying to peer pressure me into using that language."

"Okay! Okay! He lifted his hands up in surrender. "No swearing."

"Good."

"Come sit down."

"Actually, Ryan, I wasn't planning on staying long-"

"Dude, I Almost died yesterday! The least you could do is hang for a few minutes." His voice was louder and more dramatic.

"Fine." I muttered, walking over to his bed. I paused and bent to sit in the chair.

"No. Here." He slid to the side, making room on the hospital bed. His hand reached out and patted the space.

"Ryan, no. I'm not supposed to-"

"Dude, are you forgetting that I almost died yesterday?"

"Yeah, by your own hands!" I snapped.

"Still almost died." He chuckled slightly. I'd expected my very rude outburst to upset him. "Pwetty pwese sit wiff me." He said in what I assume was supposed to be an infant's voice. "I'm just so grateful that you saved me."

"You're going to milk this, aren't you?" I laughed too. I couldn't help it. I rolled my eyes as I took the seat beside him on the bed. I hoped one of the nursed didn't come in and see me. I didn't want them to think I was a rule breaker.

"I'm going to milk the hell out of it. Like a cow's tit." My eyes widened at the simile.

"Sorry sorry. Forgot I couldn't talk like that in front of you."

He lifted his hand up, brushing it against mine. The touch of his skin was followed by a tingling feeling throughout me entire body. What in heaven's name was that? I snatched my hand back and sat it on my lap. I looked over at him, and Ryan was staring at me too. With the same weird look on his face. He felt it too.
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(Pete)

Patrick was mad at me. I could tell. As we drove to what I'm assuming was the movie theater, he didn't speak to me at all. He'd simply told me it was 'good' that Pink wasn't my girlfriend. With no further explanation at all. He'd went as far as to turn the radio on very loud. Humming along to one of the songs playing. A song I'd never heard before.

"I've never heard this song!" I nearly yelled over the music. He continued on as if he didn't hear me. But I know that he did. "Its a good song though!"

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" He sung over the words. Ignoring me even more. "Will you still love me when I've got nothing left but my aching soul?" I had to admit, he was a pretty good singer.

"This song reminds me of a thousand years by-"

"I know you will!" He sung even louder over me.

I leaned up and pressed the button to stop the music from playing. Patrick glanced at me sideways. A bored expression on his face. What was his problem? I told him that I didn't smoke with the damn guys!

"Are you really going go ignore me?" He glanced quickly at me again. I sighed. "I told you I didn't smoke."

"Well you smell like it. It's a disgusting smell, Pete."

"I'm sorry! I'll make sure to bring cologne next time."

"I don't want there to be a next time!"

"What?"

"I don't want you around people who smoke marijuana. It'll be too tempting for you."

"All my friends smoke!"

"Again, find new friend."

"I can't just find new friends. I've known some of them for years. They're more like family than my own family."

"So young. So naive." He muttered under his breath. I kind of hated him right now.

"Where are we going?" I already knew but I was trying to change the subject. To make me hate him less.

"To see that movie you wanted to see." He turned to look at me before turning his eyes back on the road.

"Cool."

"Very cool" He mimicked my tone. "I liked it."

"You've seen it?" I frowned.

"Yes, with Andy. This morning."

"Why would you-"

"I wanted to make up for missing dinner last night. I suggested breakfast but he wanted to see a movie."

"And it just so happened to be The Fall Out In Our Boy?"

He shrugged. "What can I say? You guys have similar taste in movies."

I don't know why, but for some reason that upset me. I think I hated him more. That movie was supposed to be our thing today. We'd planned it last night. He should have told Andy that. It was so stupid to watch a movie twice. Now I didn't even want to go to the movies with him.

"I want to go back to Joe's house."

"What?"

"Take me back." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Patrick pulled off on the side of the road and stopped the car. He undid his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face me. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want to see the movie?"

"Why? Because I've seen it? We can see another one. 'The Day The Disco Panicked 2' is out. Though I haven't even seen the first on." He was talking to himself by the end.

"Why don't you see it with Andy?"

"What?"

"Take me to Joe's."

"No. They're smoking over there."

"Then take me home."

"Pete-"

"I have to go shopping with my mom for clothes." Not only was that the perfect excuse, it was true.

"Fine" He started the car again. But this time he began driving in the opposite direction. Good. He glanced over at me again. This time frowning slightly. "I was really looking forward to spending the day with you."

Too bad. Now he could spend it with Andy. Wait? Was I jealous? No. I didn't even like him like that. I was just mad at how inconsiderate he was.

"I'm sure." I decided to say.

"Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

"Maybe." Definitely not.

A/N: Is the Wattpad app messing up with anyone else? I was barely able to update. Maybe it's just my phone. Maybe I'm crazy. But aren't we all just a bit crazy? Okay thanks for reading!