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They all sat in their usual spot during lunch. Outside in the courtyard. Andy and Joe would usually be caught up in a heavy conversation about some weird comic book series no one else had ever heard of before, and Brendon was usually playing his guitar or pestering Ryan about something he thought was interesting. That usually left Patrick to sit quietly by himself, eating his tater tots in silence and listening to the conversations around him. Today, everyone happened to be especially boring so he excused himself and started to head to his next class.
He took the outside route because he figured he had more time and it was a pretty nice day out. He made it all the way to the other side of the school until he saw some emo kid smoking, leaning up against a wall. He rolled his eyes and kept walking.
“Hey… Stump, right?” the emo kid shouted his way.
Patrick hesitantly came to a stop and turned his direction. “Yeah… What?”
“Come here.”
Patrick wanted nothing more than to not go over there because that kid scared the fuck out of him. Besides, he was probably just gonna beat him up or steal money or something. Against his better judgment, he walked towards him.
“You’re in math next period, right?”
“…Yeah.”
“With Mrs. Belmont?”
“Yup…”
“Good,” he said as he dug through his backpack, pulling out a crumpled up piece of blank paper and a pencil, scribbling something down on it. “Can you give this note to my friend, Pete?"
Patrick contemplated saying no. He was always too nervous to approach new people, and besides, he felt like this was none of his business in the first place. Why couldn't this kid just give Pete the note in person? Was it really that important?
But being the pushover he was, he grabbed the note and said, “Sure.”
“Thanks. He’s the one with the black hair, he looks like he hasn't slept in years, you know who I’m talking about?”
"Yeah. I'll make sure he gets it."
Patrick walked into his math class, looking around nervously for Pete. He didn't like being caught up in all of this emo note distributing, but he didn't plan on making it more than a one time thing. He spotted him at the back of the room, scribbling furiously in his notebook. Patrick slowly approached him and pulled the wadded up note out of his pocket.
“You’re Pete?”
He looked up. He was wearing a lot of eyeliner, Patrick noted.
“Yeah.”
“This kid wanted me to give this note to you.”
“Who was it?”
Patrick kicked himself for not asking for a name. “Uh… I’m not sure. He just pulled me aside and told me to give it to you.”
“It’s okay,” he said chuckling, “It’s probably from Gerard.”
The bell rang. Patrick found his seat and opened his notebook, ready to not ever give people notes again.
Class ended and Patrick started to pack up. He noticed Pete trying to catch up to him as he made his way down the halls.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Patrick.”
“Cool. Uh, you didn’t read that note Gerard gave you before you gave it to me did you?”
“No. Why?”
“N-no reason,” he nervously laughing and started walking in the other direction. “Thanks, bye Patrick!”
Patrick shook his head and kept walking. He just wanted to stay out of this.