A/N: first of all don't fucking report me for being in the wrong category or other shit because this is the best category for it. And also it says what it's about clearly in the summary if you don't like don't read, but don't be a bitch about it. There are millions of other stories on here about real people are you going to report all of them? Sakuuya, how bout you suggest another site? If you don't like FOB don't read a fanfic about them simple as that.
Second of all: I WILL NEVER ASSUME ANYTHING AGAIN!!! I over estimated Joe's age, and fucked the timeline up!!! So Joe is getting bumped up a year… or four. SO SORRY! I should give my Joe doll to a bigger Trohmaniac…I'm gonna go bury myself alive… I dedicate my last breath to Peter.
The month went by quickly enough. I could talk to everyone important- okay really just Andy- in school. Joe was the only thing I missed, it was weird to feel bad and not talk to him. The pills helped but they didn't make me feel good they made me feel… not sad or angry. They substituted the numbness I'd been looking for, but now it made me feel empty, not like the thrill of jumping fences and climbing trees to hide it the day after. It was like I knew it was controlled, it would never get any better or any worse. Just… the same everytime.
After that month I knew I could talk to Joe, and explain myself to him if he would listen. That made me feel a little better.
"Pete?"
"Joe, hi." I was sitting in the lunchroom with Andy and a few of our other friends.
"umm… look, can we talk."
"yeah sure. Sit down." I moved over.
"what, Chris? Wait, yeah hang on." Andy looked uncomfortable as he pretended our friend had yelled something to him from a few tables away as he stood up and gestured for other people to do the same. Joe waited until they had moved to Chris before speaking.
"Pete, look, I'm so sorry. I was mad that you didn't tell me, but it's totally your choice who you tell."
"I wanted to tell you, so bad, but I was afraid you'd hate me. You'd think I was crazy."
"Pete, you should know I'd never think that." He turned towards me as he shook his head. "you're my best friend , I couldn't think that about you." he put his hand on my shoulder, and looked me in the eye. I knew he was telling the truth. He was my best friend and I was his best friend we couldn't stay mad.
"so," he cocked his head. "We okay?"
"we were never not okay." I laughed.
"thank god, because I was really starting to get lonely. Andy's cool, but he's not you." He grinned and stole one of my French fries.
I couldn't talk to Joe outside of school, but I was just glad to know he didn't hate me. I had my friend back, and things seemed as normal as they'd ever get. God, I was so fucking wrong
"Yes, Joseph?" the teacher approached my desk.
"I finished my worksheet, can I go to the bathroom?"
"I'll write you a pass." She said scribbling something then handing it to me.
"Thanks." I walked out, and closed the door. I walked towards the cafeteria, and was glad to find my timing was perfect, Pete was just sitting down with Andy and a few other people I assumed were in his grade. I was only a little younger than Pete was, but I was still a grade below him. I walked in unnoticed, until I walked up to Pete.
"Pete?" I hoped I didn't sound as nervous as I felt
"Joe, hi." He looked up at me.
"umm… look, can we talk." I dropped my gaze to the floor
"yeah sure. Sit down." he moved over, motioning to the seat next to him.
"what, Chris? Wait, yeah hang on." Andy yelled to some kid a few tables away. I knew he was just trying to give Pete and I privacy, and I was thankful for that.
"Pete, look, I'm so sorry. I was mad that you didn't tell me, but it's totally your choice who you tell." I said after they had left.
"I wanted to tell you, so bad, but I was afraid you'd hate me. You'd think I was crazy." I almost hit him for even thinking I would think that.
"Pete, you should know I'd never think that." I turned to him and shook my head. "you're my best friend , I couldn't think that about you. Not I wouldn't, I couldn't."
I was telling the truth I wouldn't think that of Pete. He was my best friend, one of a kind, irreplaceable as my brother. I just wanted to have him back at my side, making me laugh when I needed to, and being there when I needed a shoulder.
"so," I tilted my head. "We okay?"
"we were never not okay." He laughed.
"thank god, because I was really starting to get lonely. Andy's cool, but he's not you." I grinned and ate a fry off his plate.
Pete was still grounded so we couldn't talk outside of school, but at least I had my best friend back. He didn't hate me. That fact kept me happy for the rest of the day. I was fine Pete was fine, but more importantly all this fucked up drama shit could end, and it would be normal in a month. How fucking wrong can one teenage boy be?
A/N: thank you to all that reviewed.
Fireheart1317, Patrick is gonna come soon don't worry. You can't have FOB without the Rickster. lol
