Pete DiNunzio 362

You had been friends with Patrick DiNunzio for a while, quite a while actually, so it was easy for him to invite you and a couple of other friends to each

Patrick never talked about his family, not to be mysterious, but more because there were one or two members he didn't like.

Among them, his own younger brother, Peter Michael DiNunzio.

I never, ever mentioned it. You knew I had like seven siblings, so you just didn't delve too deeply into each of their lives. Or at least that was the case until today when you went over, because Pete was in the kitchen, eating straight from a cereal box, and in his underwear, wearing only a Jason Voorhees t-shirt that was practically too big for him.

He watched the other boys walk by, until he saw you. You were a woman—you were a woman!—who was watching him in his pajamas, eating dry cereal like it was his first meal in ages.

"Patrick! Next time, let me know you're bringing visitors!"

He said, trying to sound less pathetic than he looked. Pat paid him no attention, simply ignoring him; that's how badly the two of them got along.

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