STILL IN REBBECCA'S POV
The next morning I awoke with the sun shining on my face. I made a huge grin into the mirror, and examined my well rested face in my reflection, trampling down the stairs to get a bowl of my favourite cereal - vanila mini wheats, and a pleasant conversation with Pete.
REEWWINNNDD.
SCCREEEETCH.
Okay, maybe I exagerated just a little. My morning actually went the complete opposite. I didn't sleep at all last night, and I drown myself - and Joe in my salty tears. I had "attractive" purple bulges underneath my once blue eyes and I couldn't even remove myself from bed. As for breakfast? I forced Joe to buy me some Ben and Jerry's ice cream, as we scooped away, him listening to my gruesome life story. Well - half listening. He seemed somewhat impressed.
"I'm sorry Rebbecc," he explained, placing the empty ice cream into my small garbage can that was painted with pink elephants.
"I have to go make breakfast, I hope you're feeling better later, maybe we can see a movie or something," he suggested, scratching his curly hair.
"I don't think I'll ever be better," my voice cracked sharply, as Joe made his way over beside me to give me a hug.
"Thanks Joey," I forced my hard lips into another smile.
"You're my bestest friend,"
I seen him blush slightly when he left my room.
My room was toilet paper heaven. I was sure I had lost atleast 10 pounds from crying - or used 10 pounds of toilet paper.
Why did I feel so bad about something I, myself caused.
Pulling out my phone, I dialed Ryan's number. I knew he wouldn't pick up, but it was worth a try. When his answering machine finally kicked on, I took a deep breath.
"Ryan. I don't know what to say to you. I don't want to say sorry, because sorry isn't as big as what I want to tell you. I didn't know those were your lyrics. I found them in a library book, and decided to try to get signed because when I thought I saw you... with Sarah, it made me feel... jealous. So I decided to play the songs to blow off steam. I didn't know they were yours, at all. And I'm very, very, sorry for what I did. But - I just wanted to let you kn-"
The answering machine cut me off, telling me my message was too long, so I dialed his number again, waiting for the beep.
"I jut want to let you know, I didn't sleep with you to steal your music. I did it because I'm in love with you, and I was too much of a coward to tell Brendon the truth. I knew you never liked me, and I apologize for leading you on. I just wanted to say sorry," I hung up my phone, and relised I forgot to say it was Rebbecca. Go figure. That's the one person I didn't want to be today. Or ever.
I called Ryan back for the final time. His voice on the anwering machine never got old.
"I forgot to say this is Rebbecca, and I can't even get out of bed anymore because I feel so-"
"Rebbecca?" someone picked sounding pissed.
"Oh! Ryan I-" I started to say, but was cut off by him.
"Stop calling me okay? I don't forgive you, so just stop it," he nearly shouted, hanging the phone up on me.
I sighed, tossing in my covers, shaking like a leaf. Wait - worse than a leaf.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I told myself, trying to pull myself together.
My hand made it's way to my Ben & Jerry's ice cream when Pete entered my room looking satisfied.
"Woah Princess. Looks like you're off your tofu diet," he snikered, laughing to more of my ice cream then me in general.
"Stop calling me Princess," I muttered slowly under my breath.
"Looks like someone go up on the wrong side of the throne," he muttered back, sticking his finger into my double chocolate brownie choco chip supreme ice cream.
I just watched him munch eagerly on myice cream, my mind told me it was only a smart thing to keep quiet so Pete couldn't make a sarcastic remark.
I didn't think anyone could hate someone without barily knowing them until I met Pete.
"I didn't think I was that interesting," he scowled, pulling the ice cream into his palms before I shot my stare down at the floor.
Patrick entered the room, relieving me.
"Hey Rebbecc. Are you feeling better?" he asked before taking a glance around the room.
"Woah,okay. That just answered my question," he scratched his head while Pete laughed.
Patrick shot him a death glare.
"Do you need anything?" Patrick asked kindly, smiling brightly at me.
"I need him to leave," I grunted, pointing towards Pete who was now scarfing down my ice cream with an angel glance painted across his narrow face.
Pete just started up at me with wide puppy eyes, as I kindly returned the favour by sticking up my middle finger.
"OOH," Patrick whooped. "You just got burned!" he called geekily from the small doorway.
"Shut up," Pete warned, waltzing out of my room.
I sighed, pulling my blankets onto me again as I switched the TV on to MTV.
Patrick seated himself softly onto the edge of my bed/ His sincere glance searched my eyes, finally speaking.
"I'm sorry about Pete. He's never acted like this before," he admitted shrugging.
I coughed blandly, scratching my lungs in attempt.
"So, do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly guesturing towards the toilet paper mess.
"It's a long story," I exused myself from the topic.
"Look," he said, raising my chin with his hand. "I'm here here if you need me. I've always wanted a little sister," he admitted sheepishly, hiding his smile by taking a lasting glance towards the TV to see Lauren Conrad, and Heidi Montag from The Hills fighting.
"You know, I always thought there was something wrong about Heidi," he laughed, a I smiled at him.
"I didn't think guys actually watched this show. I only am because there's nothing else on," I partically laughed, but it came out more of a grumble.
"Things we do for girls," he shook his head firmly as I let a giggle out.
I decided I should tell him about what happened. He turned the volume of the TV down, watching the long green lines decrease.
"Holy shit," Patrick looked over whelmed as I finished my long story.
I colapsed onto my back again.
"So here I am, at your house now, ruining our life,"
"You're not ruining my life," he tried to tell me.
"Right..." I corrected, stretching my legs.
"Are you sure you don't need anything? I mean, I need to go to Target anyway," he told me calmly.
"Ice cream," I said without thinking.
He chuckled. "Okay."
After he left I went to find Pete to ask him for a pair of Patrick's pants and a t-shirt. I was in desperate need of pajamas.
"Pete," I called, sounding like a zombie that had just returned from hell.
"Yes princess?" he was at my side immediatly.
"Where's Patrick's room? Is it okay if I borrow a pair of pants and a t-shirt?" I asked yawning, hoping we could start over as friends.
"Why don't you just use your own clothes?" he asked rudley, stubbing me.
"Because I don't own a pair," I explained.
"What did you wear when you were living with Brendon then?" he asked, interested.
"His clothes," I gave him a "duh" look.
"Right this way princess," he bowed, leading me to his room.
"This is your room," I said.
"Yeah?" he laughed, treating me like I wa 5.
"I don't want to wear your clothes. They have cooties!" I cried, scrunching my nose.
He laughed, throwing a hoodie, and a pair of The Nightmare Before Christma boxers at me.
"Just wear this. Patrick's clothes won't fit you," he replied, actually sounding kind.
But then he coughed, ending the kind theory.
"Besides, they're my shitiest clothes anyway. I can just burn them after your done with them,"
I snorted, exiting his room without a question of saying thankyou.
Quickly changing into his clothes, leaving my stuff on the floor - which seemed like a bad idea later.
I need water, I decided, mounding down the stairs to find Andy and Joe making breakfast. They're straight faces changed once Pete made his enterance. He stepped slowly down the stairs with my dress on, and pulled it up revealing a silver thong.
Andy and Joe were crying from laughter in the kitchen.
Pete spun around, making the puffy part of the dress blow out elegantly.
"You're right princess. Thongs are comfortable,"
Andy cracked up.
I rolled my eyes at him, pulling the large soft hood over my long black hair.
"WEEEE," he continued to spin around, and around in my dress.
Andy laughed again.
"That's right Andy, laugh it up," I nearly yelled at him. He suddenly morphed his smile into a straight face, as he continued buttering the toast.
"Gimme my stuff back," I insisted, trying to tug the dress back aggresivly.
"Hands off princess. I'm not done yet," he smirked while ripping the long white spatula from Joe's grasp, beginning to fry the bacon.
"Oh shit," he cursed under his breath, revealing the grease stain on the dress, I had BORROWED from Ryan.
"PETE! HOW COULD YOU?!" I shouted, waving my arms around, feeling the tears fluttering from the back of my eyes.
I caught a hold of his glance as I rand up the stairs. He looked asthough he had accomplished something.
What the hell was I going to tell Ryan?! Pete had just ruined his mom's dress!
Putting my head down, I cried myself to sleep. And I spent the last 2 weeks like that. No human lfe, accept for calling Brendon and Ryan everyday leaving long apology messages.
I heard a loud knock on my door, awaking me from my half sleep.
"Come in," I yelled, quickly added. "If it's Pete go away,"
To my luck Joe entered my rom looking excited.
"Get up girl! We're having a party tonight! You've been in here TOO long, and you need to get loose. GET YOUR GROOVE THANG ON," he attempted to dance beside my bed.
I sighed, clearly not in the leat wanting to go to the party.
"Do I have to?" I whinned, looking him in the eyes, begging.
"Yes! Or I'll get Pete to come in here and-"
"Fine. But only if you promise me one thing," I smiled, interupting him.
"One thing," he repeated.
"Don't ever dance like that again,"
He chuckled. "Deal."
I gave him a bear hug, and strolled after him to get something to eat other than ice cream, I wasn't so fond of anymore.
"Welcome back Princess," Pete smiled darkly from behind his black hair, leaning against the kitchen wall. I waved pretending it didn't bother me.
He laughed, and handed me a slightly soggy piece of toast. I winced, holding it over my hand to let the extra butter catch onto my palms.
"Andy! I told you, you put too much butter on the toast!" Pete protested, giving me a sideways glance before looking away.
Andy sent him an annoyed look.
"I think I'm gonna walk to the Starbucks around here," I noted, shurgging into my comfortable Vans slip-ons. Before I left I heard a yelp behind me.
"Wait! I'll come too," Pete smirked.
A nod shook through out my skull, as I walked slowly throughout the large doors.
"Why are YOU coming?" I asked, slightly pointing my nose up drasically.
He looked around for a moment, as if something in the senery would help him to answer.
"Cause I wanted a coffee," he said quickly, adding a fake yawn.
As we were walking I noticed someone I hoped I would never see again. His lumber jack shirt was torn, and his sweat pants were stretched. He looked up at me and Pete with promising eyes.
"Oh hey Ryan's dad," Pete said, grinning at him.
Pete could see Ryan's Dad too?!
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Sorry if there's spelling mistakes on this chapter, and the previous one. I'll fix them later. I'm going to bed!
