"Nose Runs Ruby Red" - 2
Title: "Nose Runs Ruby Red"
Chapter: 2 - "Death's In A Double Bed"
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Pete plays mind games and Patrick hurts Pete (Patrick's POV)
Author: Me (
high_school_low)
Rating: PG13-ish?
WARNINGS: mentions of the Best Buy Incident, crazy mind games, and boysexin'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, because Game Saporta's a selfish bitch and keeps them in his basement (he's thinking of renting them out for a fee, though!).
chapter one
Remember that time you "overdosed" in the Best Buy parking lot? The media would cream itself if they found out you did it just to fuck with my head.
A few days after I'd punched you in the face, the hospital called me, saying that you'd tried to kill yourself and you were asking for me to take you home. On the short drive there, I couldn't figure out if I was relieved or disappointed that you hadn't succeeded in killing yourself.
When I saw you, I was pissed. "Fuck you. Do you even have a clue what you're doing anymore?"
You hugged me tight and whispered in my ear "Of course I do, Tricky. I've got it all planned out, and payback is a bitch."
You lied your way through a few more bullshit questions untill the nurse was convinced that I wouldn't let you die (though maybe at that point, I would have). You decided on the drive to your house that we wouldn't tell anyone about this for the time being and it went without saying that I'd be going home with you that night.
We hid from the world in your attic bedroom that weekend. The sounds of your family bustled below us, but it felt like no one could touch us when we were surrounded by the bright colors of your action figures and album covers.
We pushed the two twin beds together, played video games and talked about everything we'd always been afraid to tell other people. On occasion, you'd piss me off and I'd hit you. You'd call me a piece of shit, and things would eventually lead to your bed. Between teeth and tongues, I'd turn you black and blue and you'd whisper to me that we were perfect for each other because the two of us were both too fucked up for someone else to love.
I went home and tried to wrap my mind around our situation. Even though I had hurt you physically, you were fucking with me mentally. I felt like whatever I did, you would always win, you'd always be able to predict my next move.
Sometimes I still wonder what it would have been like if you'd actually killed yourself, and I'm still not sure if everything would have been better off that way.
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Chapter: 2 - "Death's In A Double Bed"
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Pete plays mind games and Patrick hurts Pete (Patrick's POV)
Author: Me (
high_school_low)Rating: PG13-ish?
WARNINGS: mentions of the Best Buy Incident, crazy mind games, and boysexin'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, because Game Saporta's a selfish bitch and keeps them in his basement (he's thinking of renting them out for a fee, though!).
chapter one
Remember that time you "overdosed" in the Best Buy parking lot? The media would cream itself if they found out you did it just to fuck with my head.
A few days after I'd punched you in the face, the hospital called me, saying that you'd tried to kill yourself and you were asking for me to take you home. On the short drive there, I couldn't figure out if I was relieved or disappointed that you hadn't succeeded in killing yourself.
When I saw you, I was pissed. "Fuck you. Do you even have a clue what you're doing anymore?"
You hugged me tight and whispered in my ear "Of course I do, Tricky. I've got it all planned out, and payback is a bitch."
You lied your way through a few more bullshit questions untill the nurse was convinced that I wouldn't let you die (though maybe at that point, I would have). You decided on the drive to your house that we wouldn't tell anyone about this for the time being and it went without saying that I'd be going home with you that night.
We hid from the world in your attic bedroom that weekend. The sounds of your family bustled below us, but it felt like no one could touch us when we were surrounded by the bright colors of your action figures and album covers.
We pushed the two twin beds together, played video games and talked about everything we'd always been afraid to tell other people. On occasion, you'd piss me off and I'd hit you. You'd call me a piece of shit, and things would eventually lead to your bed. Between teeth and tongues, I'd turn you black and blue and you'd whisper to me that we were perfect for each other because the two of us were both too fucked up for someone else to love.
I went home and tried to wrap my mind around our situation. Even though I had hurt you physically, you were fucking with me mentally. I felt like whatever I did, you would always win, you'd always be able to predict my next move.
Sometimes I still wonder what it would have been like if you'd actually killed yourself, and I'm still not sure if everything would have been better off that way.
Feedback + Constructive Criticism = LOVE!