(Brendon)

I was getting a headache from lack of sleep. Ryan and I left his house around five, just before his parents came home. But I still didn't get home until after eleven. And then Ryan wanted to stay on the phone with me until he fell asleep. Which didn't happen until after three in the freaking morning.

I rubbed my burning eyes. Reaching over to my nightstand to lift up my phone. Three missed calls and two messages. All from the wonderful Ryan Ross of course. It was only ten in the morning! When did that guy sleep? I didn't have the energy to talk on the phone so I opened the messages.

Ryan: Gooooood Morning

Ryan: I have a surprise for you :)

Brendon: What's the surprise?

He didn't respond right away so I placed my phone down on the bed and stood up. I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I didn't actually feel like taking a shower. It was Saturday anyway. It's not like I had somewhere to go.

I walked back into the room and looked at my bed. My phone was gone. I flipped the messy sheets to look under it. Searching the floors and under the bed to see if it'd dropped. I was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I spun around towards the sound. My mother stood in the doorway of my room. Dangling my poor cellphone between her fingers.

"I was looking for that."

"I know. And I was looking for you yesterday after school."

"I- uh I was hanging out with Sarah."

"It doesn't matter what you were doing. You knew you were grounded. You should have come directly home."

"I forgot."

"You forgot you were grounded?" She repeated. Not buying it at all.

"Yeah."

"Even so, you know your curfew. And I stayed up until eleven at night waiting for you to come home. When did you finally arrive?"

"Eleven-o-one if you waited until eleven." I smiled. Ryan would have laughed at that.

"Don't sass me, young man." She snapped. He fingers tighten around my phone. "You are grounded. And I mean really grounded. You will not leave this house unless it's to go to school or church. And when you do go, your father or I will drive you. No outside, no television, no computer and no phone." I watched in horror as she slipped my phone into her pocket.

"Come on, at least give me my phone. Don't be a nag." I groaned.

She gasped. "What is Happening to you?"

I rolled my eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You. You're missing curfew. You're waking up late. Your room is a mess. You're not eating my food. Your grades are lowering You're dressing horribly. You're disobeying rules. What happened to my baby?"

Her eyes filled with tears. I would have started to feel bad if I didn't hear my phone vibrate in her pocket. Ryan was probably texting me back.

"I need my phone, mother."

"I never thought I'd see the day where Pete is my good child. But here it is." She wiped the moisture from her eyes and exhaled. "Make sure you get personal prayer in church tomorrow."

"I don't need personal prayer. I need my phone!" I yelled. What if Ryan thought I was ignoring him? He'd hate me.

"Keep your voice down!" She glared at me. "Your brother doesn't feel well."

"Pete's sick?" Yeah right. He's probably using that as an excuse so no one would come in his room. While he sneaks a girl over.

"I think he's experienced his first heart break." She frowned to herself before walking out. Closing my door behind her.

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(Pete)

Could having your heart broken make you physically sick? Because I think that's what was happening to me. Every since I'd walked in yesterday afternoon, I'd been feeling like shit. Headaches. Chest pains. Sore throat. I even threw up.

My mother came in yesterday before dinner to take my temperature and spoon feed me some kind of medicine. And then she'd laid in the bed with me while I cried myself to sleep. It should have felt childish and stupid, but it didn't. It helped a lot. She didn't ask questions. It made me feel like she was on my side for the first time. At lease somebody loved me. Even if it wasn't Patrick.

I thought I'd be okay when I woke up this morning but I was wrong. All I could think about was Patrick and all those fucked up things he said. Like there was some sick, demented fuck playing the words on repeat in my head. It was driving me crazy. Why was I so stuck on him?

According to him, we were never a couple. We kissed a few times. Cuddled up a bit. Got a little further a few times. But we'd never even had sex. I had way more serious relationships than that. Actual relationships were we did hold hands in public and have sex. So why was I crying now?!

Maybe the difference was Patrick was the one who'd ended things with me. Or maybe it was because he was the first person who'd actually believed in me. He thought I could actually accomplish something. Not even my mother and father thought that. He filled my head with all these hopes and then he just stomped on them.

My chest tightened at the thought. I grabbed my pillow as I felt the tears springing to life again. I didn't want to cry over him. It made me feel weak. And feeling weak made me cry more. God, this was so stupid! Why did I have to feel emotions? I bet he was sitting at home, smiling as he won Andy back. Not even thinking about me.

My door creaked open. I was facing away from it so I didn't see who it was. It was probably my mother again. Trying to make me eat. I sniffed back a sob when I felt her sit on the bed.

"I-I didn't even know you could cry." I jumped at the sound of Brendon's voice.

"G-Get out, Asshole." I managed to say before sobbing again.

"Was mom right, did somebody break your heart?" He asked softly.

How the hell did she even know that? I didn't tell her anything. "N-No." I lied.

"Who was it?"

"Will you just get out, Brendon? Damnit!" I yelled. Burying my face in the wet pillow.

He didn't get up to leave. I felt his hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles into my shirt. It reminded me of when we were kids. I'd beat Brendon up to impress my friends and my mother would rub his back and sing to him until he stopped crying. Now I was the crybaby.

"Up on the hill across the blue lake. That's where I had my first heart break." He sung quietly. "I still remember how it all changed.

Ugh! I didn't need this shit right now. It was just making me want to cry even more. I wanted to tell him to shut up. But I didn't want to talk and sound like a little bitch.

"My father said, don't you worry- don't you worry child. See heaven's got a plan for you."

I groaned in frustration but he still didn't shut up. So I laid there while he rubbed my back and sung me songs. It didn't make the pain go away. It didn't make me stop crying. It didn't do anything. I wasn't sure why he was even doing it. He should be sneaking out to see his boyfriend or something. Not sitting in here, babying me.