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A big rat is supposed to cheer me up how?
Is Patrick gonna be okay?! Will Pete be able to comfort him?! Find out in this chapter! And this story has neither fantasy nor horror. It's just ficwad being retarded. Again. :D
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Chapter 6- A big rat is supposed to cheer me up how?
~Pete~
Patrick came home about an hour later and I could tell that he had been crying.
“Hey, is everything alright?”
Patrick sniffled. “No, it's not.”
I came closer to him and said, “What happened? What did she say to you?”
Patrick took a deep breath.
“She said...... she said that I can't be a part of the baby's life.”
And that's all he could say before tears started to slide down his cheeks.
I came over to him and pulled him into a big hug and he eventually wrapped his arms around my body.
“She has no right to do that. I'll go over there and talk-”
“No, don't do that.”
I pulled away from him for a second and gave him a puzzled look. “Why not?”
“Because..... she's the one who's having the baby. Look, just don't say anything to her, okay? She may be right.”
I started to say something, but thought better of it. “Okay, I won't say anything.”
And I pulled him back into a hug and let his tears fall on my shoulder.
Poor Patrick has been moping around for about two weeks. He hasn't left the house once, nor has he taken a shower (and he's really starting to stink like rotting fish). I wished that there was something that I could do for him, but I just couldn't think of anything until I was in my car early on Saturday morning.
I ran into the house and woke up Patrick. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”
Patrick groaned in response and put the covers over his head.
“Come on, rise and shine, you have a big day ahead of you!” I then started to attack him with kisses all over his neck and face.
He hit me in the face and said, “Go away, I'm not going anywhere.”
I rubbed the spot where he hit me. “Yes, you are. If you don't get out yourself, I'll just pull you out of bed.”
I gave him 30 seconds until I yanked the sheets off of him and dragged him out of bed by his feet.
Patrick tried to kick me off, but I kept strong until he was completely on the floor. “Now, go take a shower.”
He crossed his arms. “No.”
“I'm warning you, take a shower now!”
“No!”
“Patrick, you are being really childish.”
He pouted. “So? I have a right to be. And I'm NOT taking a shower!”
Okay, I warned him. “Alright, that's it.”
I picked Patrick off the ground and carried him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and then stripped him of his boxers. I admired him for a second, but shook the thoughts from my mind.
“Pete, stop it! I am not getting in!”
I ignored his protests and shoved him into the shower. I took the liquid soap and started squirting him with it.
“Hey, cut it out!”
I squirted shampoo in his hair. “Ow! You got it in my eye!”
“Okay, now rub all that in and rinse off. I'll be back in five minutes.”
I went back into his room and picked out something for him to wear. I decided on black skinny jeans, a green shirt, and a green hat.
When I got back into the bathroom, Patrick was out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Did you clean up well?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes Pete.”
“Then here,” I threw his clothes at him. “get dressed.”
I stood there and waited for him to get dressed.
“Are you gonna leave?”
I shook my head. “Nope, you'll just go back to bed or something.”
Patrick sighed and started to get dressed anyway. I instructed him to fix his hair and he reluctantly did what he was told. Once he shaved and got his shoes on, we headed out the door. When we got in the car, I handed him a blindfold. “Put this on.”
“What's this for?”
I grinned. “So that way you don't know where we're going.”
He put it on as I pulled out of the driveway. “Pete, where are we going?”
“You'll see.”
When we got there, I guided Patrick out of the car and took off the blind fold.
“Pete, why did you take me to Chuck E. Cheese?”
“Because, I thought that this could help loosen you up.”
I grabbed his hand. “Go ahead, you deserve it.”
When we got inside, Patrick went to the ski ball. He threw it down the lane, but missed completely. Patrick sighed.
We played random games for about an hour without much success of cheering him up and then I really had to go to the bathroom. “Hey, babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, so just stay right there. Okay?”
Patrick the zombie nodded.
I surfed my way through the sea of screaming kids to the bathroom and nearly lost my shoe in the process.
“Damn kids.” I mutter.
I went to the bathroom, but when I got back to the spot where Patrick's supposed to be at, he was gone.
“Where the fuck is Patrick?”
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Where's Patrick?! Guess what?! I don't know anymore than you do!!! I just make stuff up as I go. But read the next chapter and I'm sure I'll have something ironed out!
alex -nods- :Thank you so much for reading and commenting and being my biggest fan! I'm flattered, I really am. And I'm getting a big head because of it. :D
theworldhasitsshine :Thanks for reading even if you think it's kinda weird (which it is! But I loooovvveee it!)Just keep reading and I'll keep you interested!
And now, ladies and gentleman, I have a star guest who commented on my story (!!!!) I give you......... krickster!
Thank you soooo much for commenting and I'm really glad you liked it. I hope Diamond Doll likes it too! Make sure to keep reading, though, because I do have some future plans that will make this story even more interesting than it is now (and that's REALLY hard to do!) Thanks again, you guys are my inspiration! Without me reading your story, mine would be NOTHING!!!!
I'd also like to give props to my good friend, jbaker427, also known as, Jelly Bean. She will be helping me with my story as well as writing her own, the poor girl. She's the one who helped me come up with an idea for this chapter when I had terrible writers block (I know, awful!) Okay, I swear this is all I'm gonna write now. Peace! - Fall Out Girl (That's my new nickname, FOG for short, hehe)
~Pete~
Patrick came home about an hour later and I could tell that he had been crying.
“Hey, is everything alright?”
Patrick sniffled. “No, it's not.”
I came closer to him and said, “What happened? What did she say to you?”
Patrick took a deep breath.
“She said...... she said that I can't be a part of the baby's life.”
And that's all he could say before tears started to slide down his cheeks.
I came over to him and pulled him into a big hug and he eventually wrapped his arms around my body.
“She has no right to do that. I'll go over there and talk-”
“No, don't do that.”
I pulled away from him for a second and gave him a puzzled look. “Why not?”
“Because..... she's the one who's having the baby. Look, just don't say anything to her, okay? She may be right.”
I started to say something, but thought better of it. “Okay, I won't say anything.”
And I pulled him back into a hug and let his tears fall on my shoulder.
Poor Patrick has been moping around for about two weeks. He hasn't left the house once, nor has he taken a shower (and he's really starting to stink like rotting fish). I wished that there was something that I could do for him, but I just couldn't think of anything until I was in my car early on Saturday morning.
I ran into the house and woke up Patrick. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”
Patrick groaned in response and put the covers over his head.
“Come on, rise and shine, you have a big day ahead of you!” I then started to attack him with kisses all over his neck and face.
He hit me in the face and said, “Go away, I'm not going anywhere.”
I rubbed the spot where he hit me. “Yes, you are. If you don't get out yourself, I'll just pull you out of bed.”
I gave him 30 seconds until I yanked the sheets off of him and dragged him out of bed by his feet.
Patrick tried to kick me off, but I kept strong until he was completely on the floor. “Now, go take a shower.”
He crossed his arms. “No.”
“I'm warning you, take a shower now!”
“No!”
“Patrick, you are being really childish.”
He pouted. “So? I have a right to be. And I'm NOT taking a shower!”
Okay, I warned him. “Alright, that's it.”
I picked Patrick off the ground and carried him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and then stripped him of his boxers. I admired him for a second, but shook the thoughts from my mind.
“Pete, stop it! I am not getting in!”
I ignored his protests and shoved him into the shower. I took the liquid soap and started squirting him with it.
“Hey, cut it out!”
I squirted shampoo in his hair. “Ow! You got it in my eye!”
“Okay, now rub all that in and rinse off. I'll be back in five minutes.”
I went back into his room and picked out something for him to wear. I decided on black skinny jeans, a green shirt, and a green hat.
When I got back into the bathroom, Patrick was out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Did you clean up well?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes Pete.”
“Then here,” I threw his clothes at him. “get dressed.”
I stood there and waited for him to get dressed.
“Are you gonna leave?”
I shook my head. “Nope, you'll just go back to bed or something.”
Patrick sighed and started to get dressed anyway. I instructed him to fix his hair and he reluctantly did what he was told. Once he shaved and got his shoes on, we headed out the door. When we got in the car, I handed him a blindfold. “Put this on.”
“What's this for?”
I grinned. “So that way you don't know where we're going.”
He put it on as I pulled out of the driveway. “Pete, where are we going?”
“You'll see.”
When we got there, I guided Patrick out of the car and took off the blind fold.
“Pete, why did you take me to Chuck E. Cheese?”
“Because, I thought that this could help loosen you up.”
I grabbed his hand. “Go ahead, you deserve it.”
When we got inside, Patrick went to the ski ball. He threw it down the lane, but missed completely. Patrick sighed.
We played random games for about an hour without much success of cheering him up and then I really had to go to the bathroom. “Hey, babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, so just stay right there. Okay?”
Patrick the zombie nodded.
I surfed my way through the sea of screaming kids to the bathroom and nearly lost my shoe in the process.
“Damn kids.” I mutter.
I went to the bathroom, but when I got back to the spot where Patrick's supposed to be at, he was gone.
“Where the fuck is Patrick?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Where's Patrick?! Guess what?! I don't know anymore than you do!!! I just make stuff up as I go. But read the next chapter and I'm sure I'll have something ironed out!
alex -nods- :Thank you so much for reading and commenting and being my biggest fan! I'm flattered, I really am. And I'm getting a big head because of it. :D
theworldhasitsshine :Thanks for reading even if you think it's kinda weird (which it is! But I loooovvveee it!)Just keep reading and I'll keep you interested!
And now, ladies and gentleman, I have a star guest who commented on my story (!!!!) I give you......... krickster!
Thank you soooo much for commenting and I'm really glad you liked it. I hope Diamond Doll likes it too! Make sure to keep reading, though, because I do have some future plans that will make this story even more interesting than it is now (and that's REALLY hard to do!) Thanks again, you guys are my inspiration! Without me reading your story, mine would be NOTHING!!!!
I'd also like to give props to my good friend, jbaker427, also known as, Jelly Bean. She will be helping me with my story as well as writing her own, the poor girl. She's the one who helped me come up with an idea for this chapter when I had terrible writers block (I know, awful!) Okay, I swear this is all I'm gonna write now. Peace! - Fall Out Girl (That's my new nickname, FOG for short, hehe)
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