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Title: Trick's, Breathing, and Rock 'n Roll
Author : me!! like woah!
Rating : PG-13 'cause I curse alot...sorry
Summary : Pete has to go to a "correctional facility"



On to the 3rd chapter!

“Okay, I’m Pete. Pete Wentz. I guess you kind of have to live with me for the next couple of weeks, so can we start over? Sound like a plan?”



“Okay than.” Service with a smile…

Oh wonderful. My roommates’ an asshole. I didn’t think anyone else but me could be a bigger bitch! But I shouldn’t be here longer than a couple of weeks. So just wait.

“By the way, don’t talk to me again. Like ever.”

“And why’s that?”

“Did you not just hear what I said? If you don’t talk to me I won’t talk to you, got it?”

“umm… No.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!”

Oh how fun.

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I was sitting in my bunk and I let my fingers strum along to the music I’m playing. And he throws a pillow at me. Oh no he didn’t!

“Hey! What the hell was that for?”

“Could you like tap your fingers somewhere else?”

“Well this is my bunk and I can do what ever I want! And I feel like taping my fingers, ‘kay?”


“Eeeeeppp” Yes, I’ll admit it, I did just squeal like a little girl when he launched at me. I’m man enough to say I squealed like a little girl… wait isn’t that a contradiction?
And what the- he is trying to beat me up, it’s not really working …

“Get off me! What the hell is your problem?”


“Yah! No kidding! So can you-”

“Hey hey hey! Stop fighting!”

I never thought I’d say this but, thank you Mr. McCracken

“Come on now, up we get.” Mr. McCracken trying to pull Patrick off me, but that dude weighs like a ton!

“Thank you, Mr. McCracken if you hadn’t saved me I would’ve died with all that weight on top of me.”

Patrick just sends me a death glare. Pretty lame if you ask me. So why did it give me goose bumps?

“So, is anyone going to tell me what happened.” Mr. McCracken said.

“Nothing, sir.” Patrick said.

“Good. Let’s keep nothing up shall we?”

“Yeah, sure.” I replied.

“Now work this out because nobody can be moved in this facility because you two are having a tiff. Alright?”

“Yes.” Patrick replies.

“Ok, good.”

And with that he leaves. I go to turn to Patrick to find his back turned and out the door following Mr. McCracken.

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It is a Sunday afternoon and I’m bored out of my mind! There’s nothing to do and I’m hungry and tired. I look at the clock and it says 5:20. Thank God! Dinner’s in a bit. So if I sit here and wait maybe it won’t feel so long…

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Woah! What time is it! Holy shit I fell asleep! Okay calm down, Pete calm down. What time is it? Damn this clock for being so bright! Okay… it says.. 11:29! Great still in time for- wait was that 11? Damn it! Wait wait wait a minute, I fell asleep. I fell asleep! Go me! It’s ma birthday! I’m gonna part’ay like it’s ma birthday! Yeah… moving on. There is nothing to do. Maybe I can fall asleep again.

*2 hours later*

Okay, maybe not. I think I’m going to go write because that's just what I do when I’m up. I get up to go to my bag and holy shi- there’s something in the corner!!! It’s moving!!! I go to turn the light on and only to find that the thing was Patrick. Yeah… lame, I know. Apparently, he’s sleeping so I’m just going to get my stuff and leave. Since my bag is next to him I try my hardest not to wake him, but I fail miserably. As I notice that he is shaking.

And he just gasps and whines-

“Oh my gosh! I am sooo sorry, please don’t hurt meeeee! I won’t do it again I sweeee-aaar!! Please! I’m soooorrrrrry! I won’t do it agaaaaaiiiiin!”

What the freak! Dude, I just wanted my bag! I didn’t even touch him! And I guess I’m pretty oblivious ‘cause all of a sudden there are two guys next to me. Yelling at me for some odd reason… Something about how “manly it is to try and hurt a guy in his sleep” and I’m just ‘what the fuck’ ing through the whole thing, not knowing what the hell is going on. And- holy mother of ice cream, is he crying?!?! This is so fucked up.

“Dude! What the hell? Why would you do that?”

“What’d I do?!”

Patrick seems to have calmed down and clears his throat and says “Guys I’m sorry go back to bed.”

Am I the only one confused here?!?!

“Are you sure your okay? I mean seriously do you need anything?” The guy clad in his pajamas says.

“No Andy, thank you. I’m fine.”

Now identified as ‘Andy.’

“Okay. You sure?”

“Yes. Go back to bed.”

“Okay. Come on Joe.”

The other guy now identified as ‘Joe.’

“Patrick, what in the hell was that?!?”

Nothing, Peter. Go back to bed.”

And with that he’s out again. What the hell is with this guy and leaving when I’m about to say something!?!? Aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!

Comments are love with pete and patrick... I mean cherries on top... I think...
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