We went to the pharmacy after that. We picked up two neon orange bottles, and I was told to start taking them before I went to bed. When we got back my mom locked herself in her room and I thought I heard her crying, I did the same.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?" I wiped my eyes on my sleeve.

"Lunch is ready. You should eat something before you go back to school."

"'Kay, Mom. I'll be out in a second." I hoped she hadn't heard the sob in my voice.

I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked all right. I looked like shit. Before going down the stairs I went into the bathroom to wash my face. My eyes were still blood shot, but I could hide that. I walked down the stairs to find a sandwich on the table. I wolfed it down, and went back upstairs without saying a word.


I didn't regret yelling at Pete. I mean where did he get off not telling his so-called best friend that he went to therapy? I did regret that that was the last thing I said. I wish I had given him time to explain. But now I was fucked. I wasn't allowed to talk to Pete for a month. I was allowed to talk to Andy and a few of the other 'good influences' in my life, but all I did was ask about Pete.

"Andy?" I had called after dinner one night.

"Yeah. Hey, Joe!" he seemed surprised I had called.

"Hey. So how is he?"

"In school? He seems… okay. He says he's in a good place now."

"Does he still hate me?" I knew I sounded nervous.

"No. The opposite! He hates himself, he says you were right and he is an asshole." I felt so bad. He blamed himself; I was hoping he blamed me. That way he could feel better about himself.

"No, I was wrong. It's totally his choice who he tells." I collapsed on the bed.

"Joe, you know how I feel about this." I could hear the frown in his voice.

"I know, I know." Andy thought the whole fight was dumb. It had taken almost an hour of convincing just to make him promise he'd tell me how Pete was.

"Anyway, what have you been doing?" he changed the subject.

"First I threw stuff; then I broke stuff; then I swore, a lot; then got yelled at for breaking, throwing, and swearing; now I'm here, talking to you."

"Just apologize." He sighed

"I wish I could so much, but I'm grounded."

"I can do it for you." I think he just wanted me to stop asking about him.

"no, Andy, I think I should talk to him."

"Okay I ju-What? Yeah hang on! – I gotta go."

"Okay, bye."

"Talk to you in school?"

"Yeah, sure." I hung up.


This is so short cause i wrote it on my actual desktop i'm still writing this though! so sorry Pete cries so much lately and sorry Andy isn't as big a part as he should be but fear not soon Fall out Boy comes into the picture!