Patrick is waiting at Pete's door in the morning, smiling at him. He offers Pete a hand at the confused look he gets. It's the coldest day of winter yet. Pete hears as they walk. He begins to wonder if that's actually what Patrick sounds like and why he's embarrassed if it is.

His voice is nice and deep and smooth but is probably raspy and rougher in the mornings when he wakes up. It might even be what he sounds like if he was actually talking out loud because of his damaged vocal cords. Either way, it's easily the best thing Pete's ever heard, and he'd kill to hear it out loud.

Patrick squeezes his hand, bringing him from his thoughts. Principal Rodgers looks much better today than he did a few days ago, smiling and greeting students as they walk into the classrooms. He's a nice guy, and Pete knows he probably just made a mistake and should just go to rehab for a little while. That probably won't happen, but it would be for the best.

"Hello, Peter, Patrick." Principal Rodgers says, smiling at their linked fingers. He nods as they walk by, patting Patrick on his back. Yeah, he's a nice guy.

They part ways at the door of Pete's first period class after Patrick kisses the back of Pete's hand. Only three more periods until he gets to sit next to Patrick in Mr. Wells' class.

The day, much to Pete's dismay, does not fly by like he wanted it to. It takes, in Pete's opinion, eight years for him to make it to Mr. Wells' class. History has never been Pete's favourite subject - not by a long shot - but when Mr. Wells is teaching about the history of how they gained their powers and who grants them their powers, Pete is interested. Anything's better than learning about the Civil War again.

However interesting history with Mr. Wells may be, Pete cannot - not even most of the time - keep his eyes on the teacher. His gaze seems to always be stuck on the quiet boy sitting next to him.

Pete's eyes are focused on Patrick right now, glad he's finally in the same class with Patrick. The other boy is drawing something, which isn't uncommon. Patrick always has a pencil behind his ear and a notebook in his hand or his backpack. It's like he can't go three steps without it.

"What are you drawing?" Pete asks, leaning over to see better. Patrick snatches the notebook away before Pete can see. Pete's eyebrows furrow, and he crosses his arms.

Patrick sighs, turns the page, writes something down, and shows it to Pete. The word Surprise is all that's on the paper. Pete smiles, nodding his head and facing the front of the room.

Every so often, he can feel Patrick's eyes on him, but he doesn't look. He likes surprises because usually they're fun and make him happy. The last surprise he got, however, was coming to this school.

Originally, Pete thought it was the worse surprise he'd ever had, taking the place of his seventh birthday and the alcoholic clown. This, however, turned out way better than that fucking clown ever did.

When the bell rings and signals the end of third period, Patrick flips his notebook closed and sticks the pencil behind his ear. He stands up, waiting for Pete.

They walk together, holding hands, to the infirmary. Alyssa is there, smiling at them when they walk in. "Feeling better?" She asks Pete as she hands Patrick his pills.

"A lot better. Thanks." Pete answers, smiling back at her. Patrick takes his pills quickly, and they leave with a wave to Alyssa.

They end up at the football field on time, and Patrick's right, it is colder today. Andy and Joe are dressed in warmer clothes than Pete is, which is probably why they don't look as cold as they usually do.

Patrick signs something to Joe, the only one of them who knows sign language before letting go of Pete's hand and walking off. At Pete's confused look, Joe simply says, "Bathroom."

Pete huddles in on himself, suddenly wishing he would've grabbed the letterman jacket that he received on the first day here instead of the fucking cardigan he's taken a liking to. He blows on his fingers, rubbing them together before putting them in his pockets.

The lack of body heat has never sucked more than it does today. It's probably only around thirty degrees outside, and even bundled up - in just a cardigan. Way to go, Pete - Pete is probably still about eight degrees colder than everyone else. It doesn't help that he doesn't have Patrick to hold his hand or kiss his cheek or even just stare at him to add a few degrees to his body.

Andy stands up abruptly, pulling his hoodie off and handing it to Pete. "Take it. Your constant moving is giving me anxiety." Pete tries to hide his smile as he pulls Andy's Ace Academy hoodie over his head. Andy does care about him, even if it's so he'll stop being annoying. It's more than he got yesterday, which was just a worried look because he was sick.

When Patrick returns, he sees A. Hurley written under the AA logo, and he smiles, throwing an arm around Pete. Still cold? He asks, looking Pete in the eye. Pete nods. It's the truth, even though he has Andy's jacket and Patrick's body heat.

Patrick removes his arm from Pete's waist and turns his back to Pete, pulling his own hoodie - too big for him and the only jacket he's wearing - over his head. His shirt comes up with it, revealing most of Patrick's back to Pete.

Pete's eyes widen at the mostly red tattoos covering Patrick's back. He never would've thought that Patrick would have tattoos. Pete thought that's why Patrick had piercings and red fucking hair.

"Tattoos." Pete says when Patrick pulls the shirt back down and faces him again. He hands Pete the hoodie with a weird look. "You have tattoos."

"In case you haven't noticed, we all have tattoos, Pete." Andy says matter of factly, raising his eyebrows. "What's the big deal that Patrick has them?"

"They're.. they're hot." Pete says after a second, and Patrick's eyes widen. His face turns bright red, and the other two begin to laugh.

"You guys should just fuck already." Joe says after a second, and then Pete's face turns bright red. Patrick smiles before walking closer to Pete and pulling him into a hug, pushing his face into Pete's neck.

When he pulls back, he lets his bottom lip graze Pete's neck. Just like that, Pete is shivering, goosebumps covering every exposed part of his body - which isn't a lot, but it's still noticeable. Patrick laughs silently, winking at Pete.

"'Trick, Ace is coming. Six o'clock." Andy mumbles. Patrick turns around, and Pete notices that the the white long sleeve shirt he's wearing has a name on it that isn't Patrick's own. B. Urie is written under the Academy's logo.

Pete feels his jaw clench as Ace walks up. He gives them an assignment, and Pete is glad he isn't paired with Patrick for once. Andy's eyebrows raise at the nasty look on Pete's face as they begin to work together.

"What's your problem?" Andy whispers as he and Pete work together to build a small camp site on a location to the left of the football field. Patrick and Joe are on the right side, doing the same.

"Patrick's shirt. It's not his." Pete says, building a stream from the hole Andy made in the ground. Andy's eyebrows furrow, as if he hasn't seen whose name is on Patrick's shirt. "It's Brendon's."

At that name, Andy's gaze hardens. He knocks the mountain of dirt he built over and swears out loud when most of it lands in the water. "Fucking hell."

"What's wrong?" Pete asks, placing a hand on Andy's back. Andy immediately shakes him off.

"Stop it, Wentz. I gave you my hoodie because you were making me nervous. I don't like you, and I never will. Don't mistake me for Patrick or Joe." Andy pushes him away and begins to walk off. He turns around at the last second. "And keep Brendon's name out of your mouth. We don't talk about him."

With that, Andy walks off, leaving Pete to try and fix the mess that is their camp site. Pete is more confused than ever, but he leaves it alone, reminding himself to ask Joe about it later.

so what's going on? how did brendon lose his powers?

was it an accident like alyssa said? or is there some sinister reason behind it?

why does andy hate pete so much? and why is patrick wearing brendon's shirt if all brendon did was hurt him?

thoughts??