-1Patrick and Cat talked on the phone for hours, about nothing and every thing at the same time. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. It was completely indescribable but at felt so simple. It was love it had to be. This is what the poets were always going on about this was that feeling every one said you got this was it. Wasn't it?

"how long till you get home"

"a week maybe two, it all depends how the recording goes"

"it takes that long"

"ya there's a lot that goes into it, but I can do the biggest part out of the studio"

"what's that"

"pretty much just putting the pieces together, getting the order of the songs, putting the tracks together laying other sounds on top of it."

"wow that's a lot of work"

"ya but I like it, I've always loved music"

"who's your favorite"

"Prince"

"really"

"ya why"

"I guess I wasn't expecting you to say Prince"

"I love Prince"

"he's ok"

"what do you mean ok"

"he has a couple of ok songs"

A smile crept over Cats face. A little teasing went a long way.

"number one he doesn't have a couple of ok songs, they are all fantastic"

"wow some one sure is testy what are you his stalker"

"as a matter of fact yes, yes I am"

Patrick hadn't learned any thing useful from Pete. Well he had learned a lot of things from Pete not all of them were important for the use of every day life. Like you should always have a hoodie in the car because they were perfect to hid the fact that you are wearing the same clothes you had on the other day, or when in a different country all you need to know how to say is bathroom. However one of the important things Pete had tried to teach Patrick was how to talk and better yet flirt with girls. In particular cute girls you like, granted Patrick had never (and probably never will) master the art of being smooth. Patrick had picked up on the fact that if a girl teases you (playfully) it means she likes you and you should do it back.

"all right then who do you like"

"well you cant tell any one but I like this short kinda chubby guy with reddish blond hair and side burns, he has glasses and he wears hats. But you cant tell him I don't want him to know"

"don't worry I wont"

"do you think he likes me"

"no"

"oh"

"ya he likes this crazy chick, she has long dark hair and the most incredible eyes"

"oh really"

"ya she's really beautiful"

"well I can see why he likes her then"

Patrick put his arm under his head and listened to Cat giggle. It was 5:47ish, it's always amazing how fast the day can go when you do nothing all day. He felt good. Still a little queasy and his head was still pounding but he felt better then he did yesterday, which was saying a lot.

"are u there"

"ya sorry"

"its ok, I might have to get you some a.d.d. pills"

"no I just I don't know but what did you say"

"I said I have to get going. I have to work"

"oh sorry"

"me too I'd rather talk to you all night."

"ya I have to work too, not for a few more hours but you get what I mean"

"ya I do. I'll give you a call tomorrow"

"ok, by"

"by"

-click-

Patrick laid in the bed a few more minuets. He was tired but to tired to sleep. If that was possible. He walked into the main room and sat down on the couch. Pete drinking coffee, and eating a taco. Patrick raised his eye brows at him.

"don't worry I got you some its on the table"

"good"

"were you asleep"

"ya…I talked to Cat a little too"

"that's cool"

"a huh"

"what are you doing"

"Tomatoes…I hate tomatoes, you of all people should know that"

"hey I said no tomatoes on yours is it really my fault if they fuck up your order"

"yes"

"well don't throw them away, give them to me I'll put them on my other one."

"then your gonna have a shit load"

Patrick set one taco down and began taking the tomatoes off of the second one.

"So gorse, why couldn't you just look to make sure they didn't put them on"

"I'm sorry your royal highness"

"I just don't like tomatoes"

"come on, just try them,"

"no"

"there good for you"

"then it's good your going to be eating them"

Patrick bit into his taco after digging out every tomato and tomato seed. He pulled his legs underneath him and leaned back into the couch.

"do you like spaghetti?"

"what"

"do you,"

"ya sure"

"and ketchup"

"what ever ya"

"that all comes from tomatoes"

Patrick stood up and moved to the other side of the couch.

"oh come on"

"I'm not coming on to anything"

"so your all pissy with me because I told you to eat tomatoes"

"no because you were being annoying"

"oh ya, if you would try them you'd like them"

"can you sound any more like my dad"

"he's a wise man…who hates my guts"

"he doesn't hate you… any more"

"ya that was when he thought I would corrupt your pure innocent mind"

"and you did"

"I did it with class though"

"yes Pete you have all the class of a French whore."

"that's a lot of class"

"its really impressive"

"it is actually"

Patrick shook his head and laughed. Pete was a pain in the ass. It was so strange how one minuet he can be doing something ridiculously wild and dangerous, like shooting people with T shirt launchers (well mainly shooting it at Dirty and he was hardly a person). But then the next minuet Pete would be acting protective over Patrick. It was some thing that always annoyed him, but put up with and as the years progressed Pete did back off a little but not by much.

"how are you feeling"

"fine mom"

"your such an ass whole all the time"

"no I'm not"

"yes you are"

"well if I'm an ass whole that makes you a bitch"

"when am I a bitch"

"all the time, me and Andy make fun of you for it"

"no you don't"

"you can believe what ever you want"

"I do"

Before Patrick had time to register what happened he was on the ground being pinned down by Pete.

"shit !! Get-off, PETE"

"what is it you do again? Make fun of me"

Pete jumped up and tossed a couple of punches in the air, hopping around like a boxer.

"keep that in mind Patty I can kick your ass"

"that's not my name"

Pete stuck out his tongue and Patrick bent down to pick up his glasses. 'good thing I brought my contacts, I don't know how much more these can take'. By now it was 6:30ish.

"ready to go"

"ya sure"

The ride to the studio took longer then they had planned. The traffic was hell. Patrick flicked radio stations while Pete cursed under his breath. The constant back and forth, stopping and going was starting to make Patrick feel ill. He rolled down the window and closed his eyes and focused on the insane ass kicking he would receive if Patrick barfed in Pete's car. Which helped him keep his food down.

"you ok"

"yes"

"are you sure"

Pete started then slammed on his brakes then did this again and again and again. Which was really point less because they were out the traffic.

"can you stop that"

"why are you feeling sick" Pete laughed

"ya but I'll feel fine in a minuet, except you will have taco all over your car"

"fair enough"

"no go on keep doing it, its probably better I through up all that food"

"don't say that"

"why not, you know its true" Patrick pulled his shirt away from his stomach and crossed his arms in front of him self.

Pete was quiet it was useless to argue with some one like that. No matter how many times you said 'you look fine' or 'its no big deal' or his personal favorite 'that isn't true don't talk like that.' Patrick never believed it, and it wasn't just now, even when they were starting out Patrick had that strange twisted way of thinking. Some time the things Patrick would say really scared Pete. There were days when Pete would ask Patrick if he had an eating disorder, which Patrick would normally laugh and say 'I wish'. Sure Patrick wasn't as impulsive as Pete, and even when he was upset he could still do things logically. But Patrick was as stubborn as they came and once he truly decided something it was hard to get him to change his mind about it. Pete stole a look at Patrick as he pulled his hat down lower to cover his eyes. 'At least I know what the problem is' he thought,' now all I have to do is figure out how to fix it'. Which was of course easier said then done.

Patrick wasn't the self medicating type. Well ok he was to an extent but in all reality every body is, its human nature to try and fix your self. Patrick he, he liked to be alone in his pain, sorrow and anger. Granted its not a bad thing to want to be left alone when you are upset. However when Patrick did this, the problem was rarely fixed because some times you never knew what Patrick was up set about. Eventually Pete could force it out of him but Pete got sick of it. He shouldn't have to beg Patrick to tell him something. Well it couldn't be all his fault it was how he was raised. Patrick never had a mother to force him to open up or just take him some where to make him feel better the way Pete's mom always had. Patrick's father had done the best he could but guys weren't always the best outlets for emotional maturity. So yes some times in all honesty Patrick did act like a 8 year old, but it wasn't his fault. He just got use to not talking about things that were bothering him because he didn't want to be a burden on his father any more then he was. Pete smiled. He knew more about Patrick then any one would ever know. And is what made him feel good. His therapist once asked him how he validated him self. If he did it through what he thought or what other people thought, but it wasn't really any one of those. Yes he did care a lot about what people thought (so did Patrick no matter how many times he says he doesn't) there wasn't a term for it so Pete just told his doctor that he didn't know. But I truth he did. He validated him self based on other people. Maybe that didn't make him self sufficient or what ever but what was wrong with feeling good because of the people around him. Nothing. Nothing at all. So what if he took it personally if Patrick didn't wanna tell him something or lied to him. He cared too much as clichéd as it is. He did. He cared about his fans and his family and what people he had never met thought of him. He was working on that but when did caring become a bad thing. Wasn't caring too little worse then caring to much?