A/N: The title is a line from Big Hero 6. Wasabi said this when they all entered Fred's cool monster room.
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[Joe]

"Holy fuck!!" I shrieked, slamming the door behind me.

Pete and Patrick stared at me like two guilty kids playing in their mother's jewelry box. I really hope one of them says something like 'it's not what it looks like' because what I'm seeing is Patrick sitting in Pete's lap and they're fucking holding each other. It probably is exactly what it looks like. I just walked in on two of my very good friends fucking each other with their mouths.

"Explain. Now." I try to say calmly but I barely manage. And instantly the two scramble up from the floor, blabbing two entirely different things and I couldn't understand either of them. But as I examined them, I noticed they looked like they were in a fight.

"Shutup!" I shout and they close their lips, silent. I look between the two, trying to decide whose side of the story I want to hear first. I sigh. "Patrick, what's going on?"

A few moments pass before Patrick finally speaks. "Uhm, okay...uh. Well, last night we played Halo and then it got really late so I let him stay here for the night then in the morning I poured us both a glass of orange juice then I asked him about school and he got mad and threw his glass at me, we fought, then that....other stuff happened...that you just saw." He said it all in one breath and shifted nervously on his feet. I look over to Pete.

"Well?"

"There was...I uh..." He thought for a moment then dropped his head in defeat. "Yeah, that's pretty much what happened." Pete confirmed.

"How long has this been going on?" I ask.

Pete and Patrick look at each other then back at me. "It just started." Pete said.

It just started?! They were practically sucking each other's face off, and they're telling me that this literally just happened? Today?! Okay, calm down Joe. It's not that bad, at least they didn't keep it a secret.

"It's cool."

"You're okay with this?" Patrick asked incredulously just as Pete said, "You're kidding, right?"

"You two making out is the least of my worries." I say. "I'm more concerned about the evil, seething demons in your bellies."

My friends both look at me like I've lost my mind. I'm going to have to spell it out for them.

"Your anger problems. Especially you, Pete."

"What? It's not even-"

"I can tell just by looking at you that you started the fight. Didn't you?"

"But-"

"Didn't you?"

Pete sighs. "Well, maybe...?"

That's what I thought. It's hard to be careful of what you say around Pete because anything could set him off, absolutely anything. You'd probably be better off being a mute. Pete could end up really hurting someone, or himself. But as I can see, he physically hurt Patrick, but Patrick physically hurt him back. I'd say they're evenly matched, and that's something Pete isn't used to. When he's faced with a challenge he'll fight forever until he wins.

[Patrick]

Pete's gone. Joe took him home and now I'm alone in my dorm, sweeping up broken glass and cleaning the blood that had dried on my face. The faint taste of copper filled my mouth and stained my lips.

It was Pete's blood.

As disgusting as it may seem to have the taste of another person's blood in my mouth, I kind of liked it. It reminded me that Pete was here, that his lips were indeed pressed against mine not that long ago. He left me with proof that it wasn't all a dream. And now I can't help but think of him as I sweep up the shattered pieces from the tile floor. This is how the fight started, with broken glass. He's bad news and I know it, but I go against my better judgment.

After cleaning up, I wasn't of sure what else to do. I didn't feel like playing video games, so I guess I'll watch TV, or maybe I'll send Frank a text and fill him in on the recent events that took place. Or maybe not. I don't want to do much of anything right now.

Unless it involves Pete.

[Pete]

Patrickpatrickpatrick is all I can fucking think about. His name, his face, his body pressed against mine, his lips as they form the letters to say my name. All of these things bounce around my head and create images in my brain that cause me to tune out of the real world, and into the world that is nothing but Patrick. I thought he hated me, or maybe he still does, but if that was the case he wouldn't have kissed me. Everything that happened today wouldn't have happened if he really hated me, except for maybe the fighting, but that was different.

"Joe, do you have Patrick's number?" I ask randomly.

"I do. You want it?"

I nod.

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A/N: sorry this is so short. It's mainly just filler.