-1Patrick awoke to the phone ringing. He rolled over and glanced at the clock.
It blinked 1:30.
"Hello?"
"Hey Patrick you up."
"Now I am."
"Duh. Sorry so are you going to come grab a bit with Pete, Andy and me?"
"Yea Joe I guess." Patrick said pinching the bridge of his nose.
"OK great. I'll see you in like I don't know an hour."
"Yea I need to shower and crap so an hour is good. By."
Patrick hung up on Joe before he could say by. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He really didn't want to go to lunch. He knew that they were basically waiting for him to have a break down. I wont give them that satisfaction he thought. He hated being treated like a child. He wasn't even the youngest in the group but they treated him like he was. Pete had always treated him like that.
Pulling back the covers and letting his feet hit the floor he walked to the kitchen and cracked open a monster. He walked back to his room and pulled on pair off dark jeans and a purple prince shirt he toped off his look with a tan newsboy hat and a black zip up hoodie he didn't look good but he didn't look bad either. He collapsed on the couch. Anxiety began to over take him. Patrick had been playing this game for a while but this was the first time he had felt like he was loosing it.
Pete had flung open the door with a big grin on his face.
"Hey ready?"
"Yea."
The car ride to the restaurant was silent. Well not completely silent there was Pete's sad attempt at trying to get Patrick to open up and talk to him. Patrick answered in one to two words but he mainly just stared out the window in complete and utter silence. After a few minutes Pete gave up. Patrick was scaring the hell out of him. Mainly because Patrick had always been his go to guy. The person he could confide in go to for advice he was one of the very few people Pete could trust. Patrick was the one to pull him out of hot water. Hell Patrick was one of the very few people who didn't want any thing from him. Pete how ever had gotten so use to the being the one who needed to be saved that he didn't know how to save someone him self.
Lunch wasn't as uncomfortable as the car rid was. Patrick managed to smile and act like he was better. Patrick picked apart his food, which was perfectly normal for him. He wasn't the sit down and eat a huge meal person he would pick at his food maybe eat half then he would be finished. Patrick was picking at his fries and listening to Joe go on about something completely unimportant. Patrick was nodding and acting like he was paying attention. Ice cold water however interrupted his thoughts.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled jumping out of his chair so fast he knocked it over.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Cried a cute blue eyed waitress with chocolate colored hair. She pulled out a rag and began to dab at the large wet spot on his pants and shirt. People were starting to stare. Patrick grabbed her wrist.
"I'm fine." He said sternly then turned and headed to the bathroom. Leaving the waitress to clean up the glasses and Andy, Joe and Pete to snicker about what had just happened.
Patrick stood in front of the sink cussing and cleaning him self off with paper towels.
"I'm so sorry."
Patrick jumped a sweet female voice shook him from his anger for a moment. He spun around to see who had spoken those words. It was the dark haired waitress.
"I'm sorry for scaring you too."
"You didn't scare me… you shouldn't be in here."
"What's the big secret? I know how male anatomy works."
"Let me help."
"No you've done enough."
The waitress ignored his words and pulled a few paper towels off the roll and once again dabbed at Patrick's wet cloths.(This time much more gently) She is pretty. He thought to him self.
"Let me make this up to you."
"How by dumping something else on me?"
"Maybe, I'm Catherin."
"Patrick." He stared in to her eyes. God she's beautiful he thought.
"Thanks I have to go."
"So Patrick… are you going to ask for my number or am I going to have to dump more drinks on you if I want to see you again."
Patrick froze he was pretty sure she didn't know who he was, but at the same time girls never acted like that around him especially if Pete was sitting at a table near by. (That was the hole reason re had ended his last relation ship, well Pete basically ended it for him by delivering the news that she had tried to 'jump his bones'.) She ripped another paper towel off the roll and pulled a pen out of her pocket. She jotted he number down and handed it to him.
555-6795 Cat.
Instead of feeling happy or excited a flash of dread erupted inside of him. He stood there in the bathroom staring at her number. He took a breath and walked out and back to the table.
"I'm ready to go."
"Okay well give me a minuet."
"No Pete no minuet I'm socking wet I don't feel good and I want to go home."
The look in Patrick's eyes said he wasn't kidding. Pete glanced at Andy and Joe for help they didn't give him any. He stood up and they walked to the door in silence.
The minuet they arrived Patrick swung open the door and headed for the elevator. Pete sat in the car for a minuet before whipping out his sidekick and texting Joe.
Pete: WTF he's really pissing me off.
Joe: Ino what r we gonna do?
Pete: Kill him
Joe: Don't think we can. What happened?
Pete: Got out slammed the door and just left.
Joe: WTF. This is getting annoying go say something.
Pete: Really? I should.
Joe: Yes idk bout u but I'm sick of this game.
Pete: Same I'll tell you & Andy what happens.
Joe: Good luck. Call if you need back up.
Pete didn't bother to get back to Joe. If he needed him he would call him. He had a few choice words for Patrick. He ran up the stairs all the while trying to think of what he would say to Patrick. He was pretty good whit his words but he didn't want to put Patrick on the defensive or piss him off. Making him mad would be the worse thing he could do. Not only could he end the little communication they had and it could also get physical. At first glance Patrick really didn't look like much but he could through a punch like a champ.
The door was locked, Pete pounded on it a few time but no one answered.
"Trick open up!"
Nothing but silence. "Mother fucker. PATRICK you sonofabitch."
He rummaged through his pockets until he found the key to Patrick's apartment. The apartment was dark. No surprise there the thought. The door to his room was shut and locked. Fear gripped Pete's mind. He couldn't hear any thing.
"Oh god no" He whispered.
"PAAAATRICKKKKK" suddenly the door swung open.
"What." Patrick snapped sharply.
"You scared me."
"What do you want Pete."
Pete witnessed Patrick go from looking like he was going to rip his throat out to looking like he was about to cry. His eyes flashed again and then he looked like his old self. Pete's anger subsided he took a deep breath to collect him self.
"Can we talk."
Patrick rolled his eyes.
"I'd rather not Pete."
"I'm not gonna lie to you Patrick, you have been scaring me to death lately."
"Your point?" Patrick's voice was cold and callous.
"Just tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing is wrong why do you think that there is some thing wrong with me?!" Patrick's voice was steadily rising.
"Forget I said any thing."
"Fine."
Patrick stormed out of the room. Pete noticed a small piece of paper sitting on the coffee table. He carefully picked it up and unfolded it.
"Who's cat?" Pete asked picking up an empty bottle of vodka.
Patrick shrugged.
"Hey she's that waitress isn't she?"
Patrick nodded.
"You gonna call her?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Why should I"
"She was cute. Call her or I will."
"Be my guest."
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?"
One thing Patrick was good at was stepping around things, he could get you so turned around that you wouldn't be able to get straight.
"Call her."
"No."
"Why."
"WHY PETE I'LL TELL YOU WHY. Its because there is no way in hell she would actually go for me ok."
"Then why did she give you here number."
"She was bored, she thought it would be fun, its fake. I don't know why ok. I've gotten use to that I can live with the fact girls like her would never take a second look at me until they find out about the fame. I'm use to being just Pete's friend, I can handle girls asking me if you and Ashley are still together. I can handle being asked for your number. I can handle being the hot guys friend! What I cant handle is when you walk in here and act stupid. Like you have no idea this is how it is."
"Patrick come on that's not true."
"What are you here for Pete? To rub it in my face? To try and play the good guy?"
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Just leave Pete."
"Patrick…"
"GET OUT PETE NOW!!"
Pete left he knew better then to provoke him any further. The minuet Pete left Patrick shut and locked the door. He then walk into his room and locked the bedroom door as well. He wanted to be alone. He sat down on the bed and let the tears fall from his face.
