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Chapter 2
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--Patrick POV--
I knock on Drea's door. Her mother had another "yournotgoingtogowiththoseboys" attack and i need to help her out.
"Thank god you're here." Drea look red in the face and sweaty. "Like, Mom's going nuts and i just rode my bike two miles to my cousins place cuz she wouldn't give me a lift. Please leave your shoes out here."
I give her a puzzled look, untying my shoes. "How'm I supposed to help you?"
"Talk to her or something! Convince her to sever the ties or something and let me leave." Drea gives me pleading teenager eyes.
"I'll try." i shrug. "As long as there's something in it for me."
Drea shuts the door when i step inside, locking it so her brother cant escape. "Look, you're gonna eat dinner with us, okay? like, my mom just made lasagna. be happy, experience heaven in your mouth, convince mom to let me go."
"I'll try." I repeat, wandering to the kitchen. "Hey, Mrs Carter."
"Who're you again?" Drea's mom raises an eyebrow.
"I'm Patrick. Stump. From Fall out Boy?" how could she have forgotten me? I've here in this house at least a dozen times. i slept in a tent in their backyard for god's sake.
"Oh." She slices up the amazingly huge lasagna and plates some for me. "Wait, i remember you. Sorry, hon, i'm just very busy and scatterbrained and with Drea's annoying me about that tour and all..." She hands me a plate, shrugging.
"Well, you're gonna let her go right? I mean, it's not like its all drug beer sex and parties." Drea shoots me a look that says, "Real descrete, Trick. Nice going!"
Her mother shrugs again. "i don't really know how much i can trust all of the people going. I mean, all these strangers all older than her and Carly. I cant have something happen to them."
Drea groans. "Mom! We'll be fine, will you listen to Trick please? He's trying to tell you that it'll be okay. You don't have to worry."
"It's pretty PG." i nod. "And the girls have their own bus even. I promise, nothing will happen, take this to the grave." I shove a forkful of lasagna into my mouth. "you can trust me."
Drea's mom sighs. "It's not that i don't trust you. It's just that there are things that happen to kids like Drea everyday, regardless of their popularity or money."
"Don't start with the rapist bull, mom. I--WILL--BE--ALL--RIGHT!" Drea glares at her mom.
I give my best begging eyes. pete does it better, but i think mine works well.
Mrs. Carter gives in. "Fine. both of you finish eating, load the dishwasher and Patrick please help Drea pack up."
Drea and i exchange high-fives. Mission Accomplished.
I knock on Drea's door. Her mother had another "yournotgoingtogowiththoseboys" attack and i need to help her out.
"Thank god you're here." Drea look red in the face and sweaty. "Like, Mom's going nuts and i just rode my bike two miles to my cousins place cuz she wouldn't give me a lift. Please leave your shoes out here."
I give her a puzzled look, untying my shoes. "How'm I supposed to help you?"
"Talk to her or something! Convince her to sever the ties or something and let me leave." Drea gives me pleading teenager eyes.
"I'll try." i shrug. "As long as there's something in it for me."
Drea shuts the door when i step inside, locking it so her brother cant escape. "Look, you're gonna eat dinner with us, okay? like, my mom just made lasagna. be happy, experience heaven in your mouth, convince mom to let me go."
"I'll try." I repeat, wandering to the kitchen. "Hey, Mrs Carter."
"Who're you again?" Drea's mom raises an eyebrow.
"I'm Patrick. Stump. From Fall out Boy?" how could she have forgotten me? I've here in this house at least a dozen times. i slept in a tent in their backyard for god's sake.
"Oh." She slices up the amazingly huge lasagna and plates some for me. "Wait, i remember you. Sorry, hon, i'm just very busy and scatterbrained and with Drea's annoying me about that tour and all..." She hands me a plate, shrugging.
"Well, you're gonna let her go right? I mean, it's not like its all drug beer sex and parties." Drea shoots me a look that says, "Real descrete, Trick. Nice going!"
Her mother shrugs again. "i don't really know how much i can trust all of the people going. I mean, all these strangers all older than her and Carly. I cant have something happen to them."
Drea groans. "Mom! We'll be fine, will you listen to Trick please? He's trying to tell you that it'll be okay. You don't have to worry."
"It's pretty PG." i nod. "And the girls have their own bus even. I promise, nothing will happen, take this to the grave." I shove a forkful of lasagna into my mouth. "you can trust me."
Drea's mom sighs. "It's not that i don't trust you. It's just that there are things that happen to kids like Drea everyday, regardless of their popularity or money."
"Don't start with the rapist bull, mom. I--WILL--BE--ALL--RIGHT!" Drea glares at her mom.
I give my best begging eyes. pete does it better, but i think mine works well.
Mrs. Carter gives in. "Fine. both of you finish eating, load the dishwasher and Patrick please help Drea pack up."
Drea and i exchange high-fives. Mission Accomplished.
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