Hi guys sorry the last chapter was so short. I'm no good at writing mega long chaps so... Chap 2 here it is :) x #NP FOB I don't care x
P.O.V Pete
My god he was doing my head in. We just got back from the cop shop. I dumped my jacket on a chair in the midle of the warehouse floor. Patrick frowned at me, again, so I hissed at him. He threw down his work tools, had I not seen it coming I would have jumped like Andy and Joe, and yelled across the huge space
"What the hell is wrong with you Pete? You can't just shut out your friends because you hate yourself" before he'd even finished the last word in his sentance I had pinned him against the wall, my teeth centimetres from his now increasingly obvious jugular. He squirmed under the weight of my arm and let out a small whimper. I growled and went for his throat... I couldn't do it, what the hell. I tried to bite him again but I couldn't physicaly do it, even though the only thing I wanted to do was kill the chubby little bastard. I looked him in the eye and growled at him, he frowned in confusion. I threw him across the table he was working at, he crashed to the floor and I felt so bad for it. I escaped the awkward silence by hiding in my coffin. About half an hour later I heard a light tapping on my door so being me I growled, the knocker seemed undetered as the door cracked open. It must be Pat. It was. He smiled at, it wasn't anything special just a little friendly thing, or was it. I frowned at him
"Come on, we need to talk." He whispered. The others must be asleep. I sighed and checked my watch: 3:00pm.
"Patrick, Is there a reason your waking me up at this ungodly hour of the afternoon?"
"Yeah, We need to talk"
"Fine" I climbed out of my coffin "What about? I'm tired."
"You" He smiled at me.
"Quit with the being nice thing, if you wanna stake me then just fuckin' do it" I hissed. The smile turned into frown.
"I don't want to stake you Pete I just want to ask you what happened earlier."
"I couldn't bite you, OK? I just couldn't do it." I rushed defensively.
"I wounder why " Patrick pondered. He gave up and turned to me shruging. He grinned. Oh shit!
"No, don't you dare Pat!" Too late he jumped on me and wrestled me to the floor (I let him win by the way) I giggled at his goofy face as he tried to keep me down.
"Get off me Lunchbox" I laughed. His smile widened as he heard me use his old nickname.
"Only if you hug me" Pat replied. I cringed at the thought of being even closer to him. I could smell his blood from here, It smelt amazing. Sweet and perfect.
"Come on Petey Pie" He grinned using my mom's pet name for me.
"Fine." I kept my reply straight and simple. He wrapped his arms around me and I couldn't help but smile and hug back. I missed this. I buried my face into his neck and drew in his scent. It wasn't so bad this time, I could stand it. It was like having a bric of gold infront of you, amazing to look at maybe even touch a little but if you take you will regret imediately. He pulled away as I did and smiled at me. Hang on, he was stradling me... hehehe awkward much. I wigled a bit to tell him I wanted out. He smiled at me and got up. I went back to my coffin and he went back to his books.