"Have fun at school Pete!"
Patrick said as they reached Pete's first classroom.
"I don't want to go to school today."
Patrick chuckled "Well, It's a little to late for that, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you're right, I guess." He said, still upset.
"You'll have fun, I'll see you when you get out, ok?"
He said patting his hair.
"Ok Patrick. Bye."
"Bye Panda."
Patrick walked across the street to his middle school to meet his friend Joe by his History class before it started.
"Stumplicious! Beautiful morning is it not?" He said in a phony British accent.
"Yeah it is." Patrick said laughing.
"How's the kid?" He asked picking up his backpack.
"He's good, just hates school that's all."
"I don't blame the kid. I hated Elementary school, one of my 5th grade teachers hated my guts."
"Mrs. Garner?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Yep! Worst aunt out of all the ones in my family." He said sighing deeply as they entered the classroom.

Finally, 4th period. 
Patrick finally had band. Patrick, who was in the percussion/pit got to play drums, bass, guitar, and even at times, he could play one damn good cow bell.

50 minutes into the class, Patrick's throat was starting to hurt, he hope to God he wasn't getting a cold.
He excused himself, then left the band hall.
After getting his drink, he spun around then collided with someone near him.
"Oh crap! I'm so sorr-PETE?!"
"Hi Patrick!"
There the was, Pete, with his Ninja Turtle backpack and toothy grin Patrick was sure he would never grow into.
"Watcha doin?" Pete asked rocking back and fourth on his heels.
"What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?! You're supposed to be at school right now!" Patrick said whispering as to not disturb the classes around him.
"Well, you said that you would take me to school with you if you could, so I decided to help you with it!" He said accomplished.
"Pete, you can't just come to my school whenever you want, you and I have things to learn. And we could get in some big trouble."
"Trouble? Oh, I didn't know that. I'm sorry Patrick." He said dropping his head.
Patrick looked at the boy and sighed.
"It's ok Pete. Ok, you come with me, I'm going to tell my teacher that I'm taking you back to school alright?" He said walking toward the class.
"Awh fine." Pete said following him.

Patrick's band director, Mrs. Pope, was an extremely nice lady, and she had extremely good fashion sense for being a teacher.
Patrick cleared his throat before tapping on her shoulder, "Uhm, Mrs. Pope?"
"Yes Patrick? Oh who is this?" She said looking down at Pete.
"I'm Peter! But you can call me Pete! I like your vest." He said poking at the yellow article of clothing.
"Well hello Pete! I'm Mrs.Pope, but you can call be Cassadee. I like your backpack."
"Uhm Mrs. Pope, I need to take Pete back to school, he made a little jail break." He said with a nervous smile.
"Ok Patrick, but be quick, I don't want any of the other teachers giving me crap, cool?" She said winking.
"Cool, I'll be back soon." Patrick said about to leave until he was stopped by two boys.
"Sup Stump." Said the first boy.
"Who's your little punk friend?" Said the second.
"Jon, Ryan, this is my best friend Pete."
"Dude, he's like, 9!" Jon said.
"Hey asshole! I'm about to turn 13!" Pete said coming from behind Patrick.
Patrick quickly pulled him back.
"Guys leave him alone, I'm serious." Patrick said glaring at them.
"Is he your little crush, Stump?" Ryan asked
"Are you still bitter because I turned you down Ross?" Patrick said in a cynical tone.
"Screw you dude, that was like, months ago!" He said crossing his arms.
"Really? Because I hear you still eat your weight in ice cream over it from time to time. Even though that's not much with your skinny little ass." Patrick said stepping closer into Ryan's space.
"Look prick!-"
"Hey! Guys! Break it up! Now!" Mrs. Pope said coming between them."Patrick, go drop off Pete."
"Yes ma'am. Come on Pete." They walked out of the door of the classroom and Patrick slammed the door shut.

Patrick and Pete walked in silence only for a moment until Pete spoke up.
"What was that all about?" Pete asked.
"Ryan Ross and Jon Walker," he said with a sigh."Ryan has had a crush on me for a while but I was never interested, and when I finally told him that, he, well, let's just say he didn't take it to well. And Jon is Ryan's best friend, so he's going to always take his side."
"Oh." Pete said playing the the ties of his hoodie.
"It's ok though, I just deal with them, no big deal." Patrick looked down at Pete with a smile and Pete returned his smile with a hug.
"Thank you for standing up for me Tricky."
"Anytime dude." He said approaching the front office to Pete's school. Patrick signed him in and watched Pete walk to his class.


The bell rang at 2:45, and Pete ran out of the classroom. He waited patiently for 3:00pm until Patrick's bell rang.
He sat at the front of the school, talking to no one, since his friends had already gone home.
Patrick looked across the street at Patrick's school to see two familiar figures walking in his direction.
When the figures got within his sight, he realized it was the two boys who Patrick was yelling at earlier that day.
"Hey kid," said the one he remembered was Jon because had flip flops on.
"Hi." Pete said harshly.
"Are you Patrick's little friend?" Jon asked.
"Yes. What is it to you?"
"Stand up." Ryan said.
"No."
"Look you little dude, stand up or I'll make you stand up."
Ryan said, stepping a bit closer to him.
Pete stood up looking at Ryan straight in eyes.
"Ok I'm standing."
"Good." Ryan said.
He stuck out his long arms and pushed Pete into the wire fence behind. Jon came from behind and struck Pete once in the stomach and once in the jaw.
The copper taste of blood trickled down Pete's lip as he held his stomach.
"Try calling us assholes now" Jon said with a grim smile.
"I don't want to see your face again. Oh, and if you tell anyone about this we'll hurt Patrick. Got it, Pete?"
With that, the boys walked away.
Still holding his sides, Pete stood up and gathered his things. The bell rang at 3:00 and Patrick was out by 3:02.
"Hey dude, why is your lip bleeding?" Patrick said concerned.
"Oh, I uhm, just bit my lip that's all."
"Hmm,ok, well let's head home, I have homework to do." He said irritated.
"Yeah, me too."
"What did you get on your long division test today?" He said looking at Pete.
"A 98." He said with a small smile.
"A 98?! Pete that's amazing! I'm so proud of you! You'll have to tell your mom."
Patrick stopped for a moment to hug Pete.
He accepted the hug, and tried hard to ignore the physical pain he was feeling.


Note:
Stumplicious came from my from my friend Stumplicious (  http://twitter.com/Stumplicious). Because she's awesome that why!

12 years later......


"Fuck!" Pete said as his pencil broke.
"Pete! Don't say that!"
"Sorry Patrick." He said as he pulled his head down.
"Where did you even learn that word?" Patrick asked leaning back in his chair.
"From you," he said with a bright smile. "You said it when you couldn't get the right note for that song you were writing."
"Oh yeah." He said having a bit of a flashback. " Please don't tell your mom about that."
"Of course not Tricky! If my mom got mad at you, who would watch me and help me with this stupid long division?!" He asked frustrated.
Patrick smiled and moved his chair closer to Pete's.
"Don't worry Pete, once you're in junior high,like me, cursive will be the last of your problems."
"Fine, but I'm in fifth, not 7th, Patrick." He said as he slumped further into his chair.
"I know Pete, and I'm sorry, if I could, I would take you to school with me."
"You would?" Pete asked
"Of course Panda." He said looking at him.
Pete smiled while picking a new pencil to give long division another go.



Patrick went through his daily routine of: shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast and heading over to Pete's house, making sure he didn't wake up alone in case he had a nightmare.
Patrick removed his key to the Wentz house from his pocket and opened the door quietly.
He poured himself some milk, and tried to endure to Reduced Fat, since he prefered Fat Free.
He set down his glass before walking over the the living room table, taking the TV remote in his hand, pressing the power button.
He punched in the channel for Nickelodeon to find Hey Arnold about to start, right on time.
Patrick walked to Pete's room knowing he was still awake. Patrick opened the door, to see Pete staring at the window across from his bed.
"Good morning," Patrick said fully entering the room.
"Hi."
Patrick walked over and sat next to Pete.
"Last night?"
"Bad. A far off place full of dark things, I tried to force my eyes open but nothing happened."
"You've never been a good sleeper, even when you were a baby."
Pete grinned "I always sleep better when you're here."
"I know, I wish I could be here all the time so you could sleep." Patrick said.
"Me too."
Pete laid his head on Patrick's shoulder as that sat there in silence staring at the morning sun through the Chicago clouds.
"Well, Hey Arnold is on. It's the one with stoop kid."
Pete jumped up and ran out of the bedroom door.
As Patrick stood up, he heard the boy in the distance shout, "STOOP KID'S AFRAID TO LEAVE HIS STOOP!"

"Come on Patrick! We're going to see Dale's new baby!"
"All right Mom!" He said grabbing a hat before pushing away from his computer.
He hopped down the stairs and met his mom at their front door.
They walked down past two houses before arriving at their house.
"Come on in," said Dale's husband said smiling.
Patrick and his mother and took a seat on their couch.
Mrs.Wentz came down from the hallway with a tired smile on her face.
"Hi Dale!" She said hugging her."How have you been?"
" Tired," she said, still with a smile on her face." He doesn't sleep well at all."
"I'm sure he'll grow out of that." Patricia said patting her shoulder.
"Can we meet him?" Patrick asked shyly.
"Of course Patrick, follow me." She said as she led them down the hallway.
She turned down the left where the house ended and gently opened the door.
They all tiptoed until they came to a brand new white crib which was piled with soft blue blankets with smiling animals across them.
Her new mother leaned over the crib to pick up a group of blankets and bounced it in her arms.
She smiled down at the figure,"Look who's awake" she said in a cheerful, yet quiet voice.
Patrick's mom moved closer to the baby and stood next to her.
"Awh D, he's precious." She said adoring the new addition to the family.
"Uhm, can I, uh, see him?" Patrick said looking at his shoes.
"Sure you can," she said crouching to his level.
Patrick looked at the baby. It's chubby cheeks, jet black curly hair, and golden brown eyes, which were locked on Patrick.
Pete made grabby hands in Patrick's direction, attempting to wiggle out of his mother's arms.
"I think he wants to," Dale said suggestively moving the baby in Patrick's direction.
Patrick hesitantly held out his arms as the baby was placed into his care. He remembered what his mom always told him which was to "always support the head."
"What's his name?" Patrick asked, still gazing at the baby.
"Pete," she said smiling with her head tilted to the side.
"Oh," Patrick whispered, now swaying the baby. "Hi Pete, I'm Patrick."
Pete's eyes opened wider and happily flailed his arms around while his high pitched giggles filled the air of the room.
His mother smiled, "Awh Patrick, he likes you!"
Patrick smiled "I like him too." he said quietly. 
"Oh Patricia! I wanted to show you some clothes I got for Pete!" Dale said
"Ooh! Really?" She asked following her out of the room.
Patrick and Pete still had their smiles plastered on their faces, neither of them noticing the adults were gone.
"I love you Pete, I'm going to take care of you forever, and I will always be with you."

 "Patrick please fucking sleep." Andy begged.
"Dude, give me like 25 more minutes!" He said never looking away from his laptop screen.
"Patrick, Garage Band will still be there after you get some rest." Joe said quickly stealing his laptop.
"JOE! GIVE IT BACK!" Patrick said making grabby hands towards Joe as Andy restrained him.
"No way brother, you need to sleep, you've been kind of crabby lately."
"I'm not fucking crabby you dick!" Patrick said
Andy and Joe exchanged a look of 'Yeah Right' at Patrick's comment.
"Patrick, I'm going to put this someplace safe ok? And you are going to sleep or I'll have Joe piss in your favorite hat."
"And I just had a beer." Joe said smirking.
"Fine fine fine! I sleep, assholes." Patrick said plopping on his bed.
"Thanks Patrick, trust me you'll feel better. I should know, I have my PHD." Joe said proudly.
"You got it online Joe." Patrick said chuckling.
"It matters." He said rolling his eyes.
"Come on Trohman, I'm tired too and I don't want you walking in at 2 am." Andy said walking towards the door of Patrick hotel room.
"That's Dr. Trohman!" He said leaving and taking Patrick's laptop with him.

Patrick smiled as he laid his head on his pillow thinking about how tired he actually was. He shut his eyes as he drifted into a slumber.




Pete took the elevator that lead to the hotel rooms of his band mates and decided to stop by Andy and Joe's room before heading to the room him and Patrick shared.
Pete loudly knocked on the door hoping they were sleeping until Andy answered shirtless and annoyed.
"Yes.Wentz." He asked in a phony nice tone.
"Hello sweetie." He said sweetly. "Am I intruding a gay sex party?"
"Not yet, no." Joe said sleepily in his bed.
"I'm never invited to those, assholes." Pete said smirking.





Patrick was actually getting a good sleep for he first time in a couple of months. His dreams are always peaceful and normal. His are always viewed like a movie, with panning, and background music and everything.
He was sitting in a grass field with nothing but his acoustic guitar. The sky was blue with clouds like cotton candy and a slight breeze that made the hair under his hat flow.
He picked up the guitar and started playing a beautiful tune he had never heard before. The rich sound of every note filled his ears and flowed effortlessly into his brain.
Everything was perfect, except one thing.
Pete.
The one person he's ever truly loved wasn't here by his side making beautiful music with him.






Pete entered the hotel room about to run and jump on Patrick's bed until he saw how beautiful he looked when he was sleeping. So he decided to leave him alone. Pete changed out of his tight pants into boxers and laid in his own bed to read the "Where the Wild Things Are" novella since the movie was still in theaters.




Just as Patrick was thinking about Pete not being here, the whole scenery of grass and blue skies shattered as if it were a glass vase falling on the floor. His guitar was gone and so was the beautiful music.
The room was white. Vacant. bare. Until an object appeared at the corner of his vision.
A door.
I plain old normal door with a Gold door knob.
Patrick stood up and walked over to the door. After a slight struggle, he eventually opened it to see Pete standing in the middle of another white room.

"Pete?" Patrick asked pleasantly surprised.
"Hey Patrick," Pete said with his signature smirk.
"What are you doing here? I-I mean not that I mind or anything but, why?"
"I dunno, it's your dream. Why AM I here?" Pete asked.
"I don't know. My dream are usually filled with good things, so that must be why you're here." Patrick said slowing walking towards him.
"Awh, you're so sweet Tricky." Pete said planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
Usually kissing Pete would feel amazing, like this feeling of belonging and never wanting to let go. But THIS feeling, made him feel like a part of him became missing, it was one of the most painful things his every experienced.
Patrick shot away from Pete and grabbed his chest making sure everything was still in it's proper place.
"What's wrong baby?" Pete asked.
"Uhm, nothing. It's just, when I kissed you, my, my heart started to hurt."
"Awh I'm sorry Patrick. Why don't you write a shitty song about it?" He said with a wicked smile on his face.
Patrick just stared at him with his mouth slightly open, confused.
"Maybe I will you never know." Patrick said trying to laugh. Sure he knows his lyrics can be bad, but for some reason, when Pete just said it. It didn't seem all that funny.
"You know Patrick I never actually loved you." He said.
Patrick clenched his eyes, there was that pain again.
"W-what do you, I don't-."
"I never loved you. That's just it. You were never my type." He began to say circling around him. "But, I did think your little 'crush' on me, was adorable." He said chuckling.
"It's not a crush. I'm in love with you." Patrick said following Pete with his eyes.
"Ok then, fine. But I don't see why you're wasting your time. I'm just along for the ride. What you don't know is that I've been dating Ashlee Simpson behind your back."
Another pain shot through Patrick's chest like the other two, this time he making an audible noise.
"Oh! And I almost forgot, BABE. If you're wondering why you're getting those pains in you chest. It's because I own your heart. I can make you happy, sad, pissed off, or heart-broken. You practically gave me your heart when you met me. I could see the little cartoon like hearts in your eyes when I shared my lyrics with you. But now, I'm breaking those little hearts. One. By. One."
"Why?" Patrick whispered, to weak to speak at a reasonable volume.
"Because I need food Patrick. Every sad look, or heart broken song you write, feeds me, makes me stronger. Plus, I love hearing the sound of your heartbeat slow."
The world could hear it, he was sure. The pulsing *thump....................thump...............thump* filled his ears the tunes he played back when this was a dream and not a nightmare.
"You're pathetic Lunchbox. Thinking I would actually be in love with you."
Another pain.
"Let's see how many pieces of your heart are left, shall we?" Pete said smiling while pulling out a heart scanner.
"Hmm, two pieces left. I'll make those last."
Patrick was crying now, he didn't bother trying to hide them. After all Pete could already hear his heart breaking right?
Pete stepped in front of Patrick and wiped his tears. Then leaned in to kiss him again.
'Pete," Patrick said through his sobs, "I only have one piece left now. Please stop, Please, I-I-Can't....." he said looking at his tears falling on the floor.
Pete lifted Patrick's head and lean in close, "I thought I loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light."
The sound of Patrick's heart shattered the scene of the empty room, as Pete slowly backed away slowly showing off his wicked smile. Patrick looked down realizing he was falling and screaming and falling.........


"Patrickkk........Patrick.....Trickyy.......PATRICK!"
Patrick opened his eyes screaming to see Pete straddling him with a worried look in his eyes.
"Baby, what's wrong?! Tell me!"
Patrick couldn't do anything but jump into Pete's arms and begin to cry harder.
"P-P-panda?"
"Yeah, what?"
"D-Do you love me? bec-cause in my dream,I mean,nightmare, you said you didn't lov-"
Pete silenced him with a passionate kiss, this kiss didn't make his heart hurt.
"Patrick, I love you, more than you would ever know, you're my world, and you always will be."
"So you-you're not dating Ashlee Simpson behind my back?" Patrick asked looking up.
Pete gave him a sincere smile "No Patrick I'm not, I prefer gorgeous hat wearing singers."
Patrick buried his head in Pete's shoulder as his sobbs begins to fade.
"I love you Pete," Patrick said wrapping his arms around his middle.
"I'll love you forever Patrick." He said as happy and sad tears fell from his cheeks.



Note: This was inspired by a dream I had of my first love telling me these things. But I made the ending happy
Love sucks. :)

Oh also! This line: 
( I have my PHD." Joe said proudly. "You got it online Joe." Patrick said chuckling.) 
It's from an episode of Glee
Click Here to watch it:  www.youtube.com/watch
the exact quote was
"I'll let you know I have my PHD."
"You got it online Sue!"
So yeah, I love that show :)

They had a break for about 5 hours before their next radio interview.
Joe and Andy went out to eat, and Patrick was on his computer working on God knows what.
Pete decided 'What the Hell, I'll go shopping'.
Pete threw on his Clad hoodie and pecked his boyfriend on the cheek before he left.
"Later dude, don't die." Patrick said blushing.
"I'll try babe." Pete said jumping off the bus steps.
'Car or on foot?' Pete thought. 'Eh, 10 minute walk.'
Around 13 minutes later he was greeted by the cool breeze of the air conditioning.
Pete's eyes wandered around the mall thinking about what store he should walk into first.
After lingering aimlessly he's only noticed by two people. The first time by a 17 year old boy, and the second time is by an elderly woman who asked him to sign her teeth. And Pete couldn't help but smile when he saw the 'PW'  on her dentures as she walked away.

Pete walked into a Hot Topic store when he saw a Panic! At The Disco shirt and though of what kind of damage he could do with it. He walked to the checkout counter to pay when he was sidetracked by another article of clothing that he declared 'One of the most beautiful Things in the World.'
Pete grabbed the item and ran to the counter nearly knocking over the New Moon section of the store.
Pete impatiently jumped up and down as the cashier accepted Pete's money.
He sprinted out of the store and through the mall avoiding the people shopping.

Patrick was singing "Caught Up" by Usher while pacing on him and Pete's bus. Pete insisted they get their own bus for......musical purposes. Yeah, sure, let's go with that.
Patrick removed his earbuds as he saw Pete opening the door and breathing heavily. 
"Hey Pete, why are you- OW! Dammit!" Patrick shouted grabbing his arm. Patrick studied what was thrown at him then faced his boyfriend.
"Pete. These are girls jeans."
"I know they are." Pete said smiling.
"Why did you get these? I mean, I know you like girl jeans and all, but. These aren't your size. They're my...size....NO!" Patrick said with sudden realization. 
"But Trriiiiccckkkyyy!!! They would look so good on-" 
"No no no no no no no!!" Patrick said
"Oh Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia! Mamma Mia Let me Go!" Pete sang laughing 
Patrick couldn't help but crack a smile at Pete's joy.
"But seriously Patrick, please for me?" He asked making a puppy dog face.
"DO NOT USE THAT FACE! NO!" He said throwing the jeans into Pete's bunk.
'Well crap! Now what?!' He thought. Nothing was coving Patrick. Nothing! 'Wait a minute,' Pete thought.
Patrick turned quickly when he saw a wicked smile form on Pete's lips.
"Patrick," Pete said strolling toward Patrick in a lustful tone. " You know what I think?" He asked lowering his voice and tracing his finger slowly down Patrick's body with his index finger.
"Uh, uhm, wh-what?" Patrick stuttered loosing his train of thought.
'I think that, your ass," Pete whispered sliding his hands into Patrick's back pockets, "will look amazing in these pants."
Pete removed his hands and walked over to the bunk where Patrick had thrown the pants and placed them in Patrick's hands.
Patrick  exhaled deeply and walked into the bus bathroom.


Patrick takes two minutes to change, which for Pete, feels like two hours. But the wanting was worth it when he saw Patrick come through the door.
" All right, here they are." He said motioning to the jeans.
Pete's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Patrick lower half. "Turn around." Pete said biting his lip.
Patrick turned around with no complaint as Pete stared.
"Holy shit..." Pete whispered gripping the sides of his legs.
"So you like them? I mean, I still think they're kind of-" By that point Pete already had his lips against Patrick's.
"Oh my God, I love these more than you well ever *kiss* fucking *kiss* know. I told you your ass looks amazing."
"Yeah, sure, uh, they're kind of loose though." He said leaning into Pete's kiss. Pete's full toothed smile appeared.
"I did that for a reason." He said sliding his hand into Patrick's new jeans.
Patrick tipped his head back to hit the wall behind him, "Ok, that explains it."
"Tell me you like the pants for I'll stop." He threatened.
Patrick did nothing but groan and lean into Pete's touch.
"I-I, oh God."
"I know you're close, believe me, i WILL stop." Pete said slowing his motions.
"I LOVE THE FUCKING PANTS!" Patrick moaned reaching his climax and slowing his breathing.
"Oh no Pete," he said when his breathing was back to normal. "The pants are ruined." he said sarcastically.
"Awh don't worry Tricky baby," Pete said grabbing the bag lying on the couch in the lounge, "I bought three of the same pair."
"God Dammit." 

Pete was a slut.
An emo, bisexual, soccer playing slut. He's probably dated around 40% of the people in his senior class. But there was something strange about Pete. Even though, he apparently gave amazing blow jobs, Pete had never had his first kiss. Here he was the seventeen year old high school sex pot and he had never had his first kiss. Despite all the things he did, Pete DID have morals. A kiss, he believed, was more intimate than hand jobs in the back of a car after Homecoming. Just saying. And besides, he wanted to give his first kiss away to someone he actually cared about, not just a kid who said he liked his band. There was only one person he felt that way about. His name was Patrick. He was in the school band, and a sophomore. Not that it mattered to Pete. He went down on an 8th grader when he was Patrick age. Even though he swears to this day." I didn't know she was 14!" Pete and Patrick were friends, kinda. Patrick helped Pete in school stuff, and Pete would pretend to listen. He couldn't help it.
Pete wanted Patrick. Bad. His lips were put on this earth to stay against Pete's forever. And when Pete tells Patrick this. He does nothing but blush and look down to continue whatever he was focusing on at the moment. But this time Pete had different intentions when approaching Patrick during their lunch period. Pete figures, it's meatloaf day. So what's Patrick going to do, eat it? Not unless he feels like getting e-coli.
"What up sexy?" Pete said sliding into the seat next to Patrick.
"Who are you talking to Pete?" Patrick asked completely confused.
"Why, you of course Lunchbox!" Pete said smiling.
Cassadee Pope, and friend of Patrick's since middle school, giggled at Pete's comment. Patrick glared at his friend which caused her to make a failed attempt to hide her laughter. Unlike everyone sitting at the table, Joe, Andy, Ryan, and Gabe, she was the only one who knew Patrick liked Pete, including Patrick himself.
"What do you want Wentz?" Andy asked.
"Nothing but Patrick's sweet virgin blood." Pete said with a seductive smile on his face.
Patrick stared at Pete with his mouth gaping open like a fish in desperate need of air.
"But other than that, I wanted to invite you guys to Urie's party this Friday."
"As in Brendon Urie?!" Ryan said excitedly. His friends stared at him with eyebrows raised."I mean, oh, that guy?"
Pete laughed and Patrick couldn't help but notice how nice his teeth were.
"Yeah Brendon. So you guys up for it?"
They group exchanged looks and nodded. What else where they going to do on a Friday eating stale popcorn and watching Sandra Bullock movies. No. They did that last week.

Pete jumped to his feet in excitement."Awesome!" Pete took a pen out of his back pocket and grabbed Patrick's arm writing the address on the palm of his hand. Before he could object, there it was. Brendon Urie's address written in blue ink across his left hand.
"It'll be the house with the pink mailbox." Pete said capping the pen and stuffing it back in his pocket. The dark haired boy skipped off. "Party starts at 8:00!" He yelled over his shoulder.
"Well shit! I wanted to watch Miss Congeniality 2 this Friday!"Gabe said breaking the silence.
"Hey Gabe." Joe said
"Yeah?"
"Shut the hell up." Joe said silencing him with a French fry to the forehead.







Joe and his friends drove up to the house at 8:22 and the party was already in full motion. Joe parked and sure enough, there was the pink mail box.
"And I thought he was screwing with us." Cassadee said with an incredulous look on her face as they walked onto the sidewalk.
The group was all dressed casually except Gabe, who was wearing a new item of clothing they'd never seen him in. A purple hoodie.
"Why?" Patrick simply asked
"Because dude! It's so.....Gabe!"
"Which is the reason behind its major lack of awesomeness." Andy said grinning.
Gabe was still pouting as they entered the house party. It was a nice house, which is what they expected, Brendon was loaded.
"Hey guys! So glad you could make it!" Brendon said jumping toward the group. His eyes averted in Ryan's direction with a full smile on his face."Hey, you're hot!"
Ryan turned a seep crimson red, then walked quickly toward the pool in the backyard.
"Hey wait! Don't leave- what's his name?" Brendon asked turning toward Patrick.
"Ryan Ross." Patrick said chuckling.
"Don't leave Ryan!" He said running after the embarrassed boy.
"Well bitches, I'm gonna go find a ho to slap." Gabe said scanning the room.
"Sorry Gabe, but your mom isn't here." Patrick said smirking
"Buuuurrrn." Joe said sliding away from the group.
"You're dead Stumph!" Gabe said chasing Patrick the direction Ryan ran a couple of moments ago.
They turned a corner and suddenly Patrick collided with someone with a drink in their hand, which was now on the floor.
"What is your pr-Patrick!" The boy said.
Patrick then realized through person he ran into was Pete.
"Oh Yeh dude,uhm, what's up?" Patrick asked nervously adjusting his hat.
"Nothing, having a drink. Well, WAS, having a drink." He said motioning to the contents of his beverage on floor.
"I'm really sorry about th-"
"Don't worry about it dude, it was just water. Coach will get on my if I drink anything sugary."
"Oh ok...." Patrick said looking down, still slightly embarrassed.
"Stumph!" Gabe called playfully "I still need to kill you!"
"Is he being serious?" Pete asked confused
"No, I called his mom a hoe so he'll try to get me back somehow."
"Oh, well hey. You wanna just walk around with me and talk." Pete asked
"Talk?"
"Yeah, talking. You know, the exchange of ideas through conversation, communication among mammals."
"Yeah Pete, I know what talking is." Patrick said playfully rolling his eyes.
"Well hey you never know! You could've sneaked your way into those Advanced Placement classes."


The boys wandered aimlessly around the house discussing school, and music until they were interrupted by a yell coming from the living room.
"SPIN THE BOTTLE!!!" Screamed Brendon from on top of table.
"You wanna-"
"Sure..uhm, I guess." Pete said nervously.
Shit, he Thought, spin the bottle means kissing, which means in might not be Patrick, shit shit shit shit!
It was about 11:00 so most of the partiers either: at home, or passes out on the floor someone. Joe being one of those people.
"Ok, we have 9 people, Jesus I hate odd numbers." Brendon said scoffing."ok everyone, know the rules?" The group nodded as Brendon made the first spin.
The bottle slowed and pointed directly at Ryan's feet. Brendon did a victorious fist pump as Ryan blushed fiercly causing his whole face to become warm. Ryan turned to his left to see a grinning Brendon Urie.
"On the lips RyRo."
Ryan leaned forward pressing his lips to Brendon's to only have his bottom lip sucked between Brendon's teeth. The party thrower released the boy with a coy smirk on his face after seeing Ryan's swollen well kissed lips and a look of lust in his eyes.
"Next!" Brendon said passing the bottle around the circle.
The bottle was passed on and everyone he'd been kissed. Except two people.
"Wentz! Your turn man!" Andy exclaimed
"Thanks dude," Pete said sarcastically.
He inhaled deeply before flicking his wrist spinning the bottle on the wooden floor.
It slowed and the bottle stopped on himself. This meant, in Brendon's rules, that you had the option to pass, which Pete would've done, if Gabe hadn't rotated the bottle with his foot, causing it to land on Patrick.
Gabe leaned in front of Patrick and whispered "That's for calling my mom a ho Trick." Then returned back to his spot smirking.
Shit, shit shit shit, Pete thought, I so don't want it to be this way, this could not get worse.
Tip:Never think or say that with Brendon Urie in the room.
"Sweet Pete! Patrick can be your first kiss, just like you've always wanted!"
Shit.
The whole circle loooked toward Pete as if he was growing roses out of his ears.
The room was silent until...
"You haven't had your first kiss Pete?!" Joe mumbled loudly while waking from his nap.
Pete lept to his feet and ran up Brendon's stairs making his way toward the balcony.
"What did I miss?" Joe asked still slightly baked.
"I'm gonna talk to him,uh, yeah." Patrick said jogging in Pete's direction.
"Way to go Trohman." Cassadee said crossing her arms.
"What did I do?!" Joe asked confused.






"You ok?" Patrick asked approaching Pete sitting on the balcony above the pool.
"I've been better." He said swinging his feet.
Patrick sits next to Pete swinging his feet in the same direction as his.
"So....you've never had your first kiss?" Patrick asked nonchalantly.
"Nope."
"Why not? If you don't mind me asking." Patrick asked looking at the water below them.
"I. I, uh. I want to save my first kiss for someone who, actually means something to me." Pete said looking forward.
Patrick blushed and fiddled with the hem of his shirt.
"So, ahem, are you saying, that I uh, you know, mean something to you?" Patrick asked nervously.
"Yeah, a lot actually. I'm not even close to you but your half the reason I come to school, you're the type of person people wait their whole lives for, and I'm lucky enough to have you sitting next to me." Pete said finally looking at Patrick.
When he looked at the boy next to him, he realized Patrick had slight tears in his eyes.
Pete looked down again"I'm sorry Patrick I know it's stupid an-"
Patrick cupped Pete's face in his hands and lightly pressed his lips against Pete's.
Holy shit.
The feeling hit Pete all at once. The feeling of fear, need, Passion, and confusion in one huge wave. But as soon as Pete stopped thinking about it he realized
Oh my God, Patrick Stumph is KISSING ME!
Patrick dropped his hands and pulled away from Pete's face to breath.
Pete felt dizzy, in a kind of love sick type of way.
Patrick couldn't help but giggle at Pete's expression.
"How do you feel?" Patrick asked
"Dizzy." Pete answered honestly "Uhm can we try again?"
Patrick smirked and leaned forward as Pete closed his eyes.
But as Pete continued to lean forward there was never any contact. Then Pete suddenly heard a splash below him.
"Come on dude!" Patrick said wiping water from his face.
Pete smiled as he removed his shirt before jumping into the pool with Patrick.
When he surfaced Patrick was smiling at him.
Pete slowly leaned forward and kissed Patrick the way he had earlier.
"Was that ok?" Pete asked with a worried face.
Patrick grinned and pressed his forehead to Pete's.
"It was great."
As Patrick was about to press his lips to his boyfriends they both heard a chorus of "Awhs!" Coming from their friends.
They both flipped them off and kissed again, feeling to same spark as the first time.
"I knew it." Cassadee said smirking and returning inside. "I fucking knew it."

"Pete and Patrick you are next after Jon and Spencer." Mr. Banner said.
"Uh we.....ud, didn't do it." Spencer said.
Mr.Banner looked up from his grading sheet, " Come see me after class. Patrick and Pete your next."
Patrick brought up his guitar and Pete's bass while Pete brought My.Banner the lyrics and music. Pete thought it would be a good idea to perform it like, maybe to get some brownie points.
"What does a song, have to do with the assignment?" My. Banner asked intrigued.
"Well," Pete said " Patrick didn't know I wrote lyrics, and I didn't know he wrote music and sings like an angel." Patrick put his head down and started pretending to tune his guitar. " Patrick found my lyrics notebook, and made part of one song into a real one with music and everything. And that's the song we are going to perform."
" Ok boys, let's hear it." Mr.Banner said looking up.
Patrick looked up to Pete who was smiling. Patrick received a huge burst of confidence and began to sing and play.

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
(Down, down in an earlier round)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
(Down, down in an earlier round)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
(Down, down in an earlier round)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

When the song was over, the class stood up and burst into applause, whooping and hollering. Pete gave Patrick a quick Peck on the cheek before returning back to their seats.
"Hey guys just so you know- and this wont be a surprise to anyone- but you got an A." Mr. Banner said.
"Yes!" they both said giving each other high fives.
"Dude! You were freaking fantastic!" Patrick said to Pete.
"Me? No way dude! You! You man, were freaking electric!" Pete said leaning back in his chair and almost falling.
The energy lasted until band practice, they even performed it for Joe and Andy.



"You guys did get an A right?" Joe asked.
"Yep!" Patrick said proudly.
"Good, 'cuz if you didn't we were going to kick Mr. Banners' ass." Andy said spinning his drum sticks.
"No doubt." Joe said.
"I don't like Gwen." Pete said.
"I think she's kinda hot." Patrick said bluntly
"Hotter than me?" Pete asked grinning.
"No one is." Patrick said lightly punching Pete in the shoulder.
4 years later




Everyone jogged back on-stage and took their places. Pete went up to his mic, " Ok guys you have been a great crowd! but sadly this is the last song. Me and Patrick wrote and performed this for a project and we got an A!" The crowd roars. " Patrick was so hot then," The crowd laughs, " what happened man?" Pete said jokingly.
"I met you and looked less hot in comparison." he said tuning his guitar and smiling.
"Well, anyway," Pete said blushing- FOR ONCE!- "this was also our first single." The crowd goes absolutely insane.
" We are Fall Out Boy and Sugar............we're Going Down!!!!"

As usual Pete met Patrick at his locker- this became a daily thing. "What if she hates me?" Pete said leaning against the locker next to Patrick's. "The we will become runaways and elope in Vegas." Patrick said laughing. " Like I said just be yourself." "But myself can be a jerk sometimes." he said picking up Patrick's backpack. "Pete," Patrick closed his locker, " You're funny, smart, talented, hot, and an awesome bass player and lyricist. She'll like you." Pete's smile was warm now " You forgot a good kisser." "An amazing kisser" Patrick corrected. It was silent until they were in Patrick's car. "Does she know?" Pete asked getting a CD. "Does she know what?" Patrick asked annoyed by the suddenly yellow light. "Does your mom know that your gay?" "Bi, I'm Bi Pete. And yeah she knows." Patrick said matter of fact-ly. "Your Bi? Damn, that means I have competition!" Pete said angry. "Your the only one I'm interested in. You are your own competition." Patrick said looking at the stereo once he realized what this was. " Pete! Please no! I have trouble hearing myself sing during practice I don't want to hear it on the CD!" Patrick did some sort of strange crescendo. "But it's hot!" Pete said with his eyes closed enjoying it. Patrick gave up. "Ok Pete are you ready to meet my mom?" Patrick said unlocking the door. "Hell no! But I might as well get it over with." Pete sighed. They walked into Patrick's house and they were greeted by the smell of freshly made pumpkin squares. "Hey mom!" Patrick said " Hey Stumpy! I made Pumpkin squares for you and your friend!" She yelled back. "She knew I was coming?" Pete whispered. "I was excited that Pete Wentz is my boyfriend, excuse me." he said back. "You're excused." he said glaring slightly. Patrick's mom came out of the kitchen wearing jeans and a Bon Jovi shirt. Pete was amazed, he half expected her to be wearing mom jeans and a floral shirt. "Oh! You must be Pete, nice to meet you I'm Mrs.Stump. Or you can call me Mom." She said hugging Pete . " And you are as cute as Patrick said." Patrick turned red, then Pete turned to Patrick. "You think I'm cute?' Pete asked amused. "Actually he said you were 'extremely hot with the most gorgeous brown eyes ever' but I wasn't going to say that." Patrick didn't think it was possible to turn as red as the sun, but he thinks he did. "What else does he say?" Pete asked. "Great hair, great eyes, soothing voice, nice-" "Mom! Please......" Patrick asked begging. "I just wanted you guys to meet." Patrick said. "Pete I will like you as long as you make my son happy. You can curse, make out, and what not. I don't mind." She said with a smile. "Oh thank God!" Pete said running his fingers through his hair. " I was so nervous about meeting you." " Well Patrick told me how important you are to him, so I wouldn't want to get in the way of that." Pete smiled at Patrick " I'm important to y-" Patrick grabbed Pete's hand at that moment. ' We gotta work work on our project." he said dragging Pete up the stairs. "Bye Mom!" Pete said. "Bye Pete." she said chuckling. When Pete was pushed into Patrick's room, Patrick sighed deeply with his hat over his eyes. "What's wrong Trick?" Pete asked. "Uh......I'm just slightly embarrassed." " Because of that?" he said pointed at the door referring to the conversation him and his mom had. Patrick nodded. "Dude! I've said worse things than that to my folks about you." "Like what?" he asked lifting his head up. "Well.... you have a nice ass, talented mouth, sexy voice.......you know things like that." he said walking over to Patrick's keyboard. " You think all of those things?" "100%" he said looking at Patrick. Patrick was blushing again. "Did I tell you that when you blush it's the second hottest thing ever?" Pete asked. "No.......what's the first?" "Hearing you sing." Pete said with THAT smile. "Um..*ahem* we might wanna get started...." Patrick said. "Good point it will give you a chance to stop blushing." They finished the song that night. Making music to them was like the same thing as breathing. They both came naturally. "Trick! We are SO getting an A!" Pete said stuffing a Pumpkin square into his mouth. "Yeah i hope so. Hey what's the title?" Patrick asked drinking milk. "Sugar We're going Down." Pete said. "It's going to be amazing." Patrick stated. "You know what? I think we should play this for Joe and Andy." he suggested. "Uh, um, ok, sure." Patrick said getting suddenly nervous. "They'll like it. I promise." "Like it? LIKE IT? We LOVE it!" Andy said. "No joke man! You think we wouldn't like it?" Joe asked looking at Patrick. "Uh, um, a little." Patrick said looking at the ground. "See Trick? I told you that you had nothing to worry about!" Pete said holding Patrick's hand and kissing him on the cheek. "Hey....." Joe said grinning " Are you guys......" "Dating?" Andy finished. " Yep!" "Well damn!" Andy said. " I know man, finally Pete dates a nice guy." Joe said sounding relived. "Hey! I've dated nice-" "Remember William?" Andy said. "Remember RyRo?" Joe asked. "Remember-" "Ok! I get your point! So maybe not all the guys I've dated haven't been that awesome, but Trick is different. I love this guy!" Pete said hugging Patrick. " I love you too Pete." Patrick said putting his lips against Pete's, when they departed Andy was making gagging noises and Joe was making kissy faces.

Patrick walked down the hall with his head down, as per usual, counting the hours minutes and seconds until school ended, even though he just got off his morning bus. There may have been people saying Hi to Patrick but he wouldn't know- oh please who says hi to Patrick- today out of all days someone said Hi to Patrick without there being a " fag", " can you help me with my homework?" or a " No guy or girl is ever gonna get with you" attached at the end.
"Hey Patrick" said a voice behind him.
Patrick lifted up the bill of his hat and turned to his left to see Pete Wentz leaning against a locker. Patrick looked behind him and to his right totally no believing that Pete-FREAKING!-Wentz was actually talking to him.
"Me?" Patrick said lifted the bill of his hat slightly higher to make sure he sees what he thinks he's seeing
. " Yes you, man." Pete chuckles as he flips his black hair complete with red streaks " 'Sup?"
Patrick- like an idiot- just blinked at stuttered. " u-Uh-Um....I'm.....I..........good." Right at that moment Patrick's cheeks matched the color of Pete's hair streaks. Patrick decided to walk away then. What else was he going to do? Look him in the eye and say " Why are you leaning against a locker looking like a gorgeous guy from Grease?!" Heck. No. As Patrick rushed away he heard a sound he didn't want to hear. But at the same time he tried to hide his increasing heartbeat when he heard the sound of SUPRA footsteps behind him.
" Hey, dude where are you going?" Pete said when he finally caught up to him- which only took 5 seconds considering at in Patrick's opinion Pete was in AMAZING shape-he put his hand on his shoulder. Patrick turned around and froze.
" Hey, um, your in my biology..." Of course Patrick knew, it's not like he stared at him while the teacher talked about reproducing cells. " and i was just wondering..." and here is goes Patrick thought, hes going to say 'can i have your homework?' He knew it was to good to be true. While Patrick was just about to get his binder out to give Pete the homework Pete ran his fingers through his hair and began to stutter.
"So um, like, yeah, i was, ahem, gonna ask you, if you, uh wanted to be, uh, partners, on the next bio, project, ahem, if you want to?" Patrick would have passed out if his backpack wasn't evening out his weight. Patrick stood there for what seemed like 5 hours
" Um, y-yeah, ahem, yeah sure." Patrick said still in a daze. Pete suddenly brightened the whole hallway with his smile. " Awesome! I guess I'll uh, see you in Bio, you know third period?" Patrick was so distracted that he almost forgot where he was. He was to busy think about how Pete's red highlights complimented his impossibly tan skin. Patrick thought of smashing guitars in order to focus.
" Yeah, you will." Patrick said
Pete gave a quick smile and walked away. As Pete walked away Patrick couldn't help but think about how great those jeans looked on Pete.

As usual Patrick was counting the Hours, minutes, and seconds until next class, but not to go home, but so he could see Pete next period. 2 more minutes.............. he thought
BRIIIIINGG!!!!
The bell sounded, and Patrick grabbed his hat out of his backpack and put it on his head- because his teacher didn't care. During all of this, he is fast-walking down the hall and getting to his locker. Patrick's heart sped up when he saw Pete sitting in the last seat of the last row. He noticed Pete was scribbling on a notebook when Patrick walked over. Since Pete seemed so deep in thought he decided to tap Pete on the shoulder. Pete looked up and joy spread across his face like the Swine Flu.
"Patrick!" Pete exclaimed closing his notebook. " Do you want to sit with me since we are going to be partners and all?"
Patrick looked away for a second. " Yeah, sure, if that's o.k with you?"
"Sure, Sure." Pete said opening his notebook again. Patrick only caught a glimpse of Pete's notebook but what he saw looked like song lyrics.

"..........going down down in an earlier round,
and Sugar we're going down......."







Mr. Banner assigned the project: How two things come together with almost no effort to achieve a goal to help something function. He gave the reproduction of cells as an example. He said they have two weeks, and today was the day to find their topic. Instead of that Pete and Patrick talked about music. Favorite bands, artists, composers.....
" Hey Patrick shouldn't we like, you know, go to each others houses to work on this?" Pete suggested
"Yeah, good idea, I'll just give you a ride and you can go to my house. My mom is coming home late though. Is that ok?" he asked
"Yeah." Of course it was, it's not like being alone with Patrick was going to bother him.
Pete stood up and started packing. When it came to the bells, Patrick thought Pete was physic. " It's a date." he said as the bell rang.
If only that were true Patrick thought.



As promised Pete met Patrick by his locker when the last bell rang. Right as Patrick closed his locker door, Pete walked up.
" Hey Patrick." he said with an adorable crooked smile.
" Hey Pete," he greeted him back, trying to ignore the flip flops his heart was doing.
On that slightly odd greeting they walked to Patrick's chunky red car. The truck may have sucked but the stereo was amazing. Patrick had forgotten that he had Prince in his car, until Kiss began to play.
"Prince?" Pete said chuckling " I freaking love Prince!"
"Really? You like Prince?"
" Yeah! And I love this song!" Pete said turning it up louder. I think at that moment Patrick fell in love.

When they arrived at Patrick's house the album had ended.
"This is a really nice house Trick." Pete said as he walked through the door.
"Trick?" Patrick asked
"Yeah Trick. You know, short for Patrick? is it o.k if I call you that?" Pete asked with his face kind of down.
"Oh no! It's fine. I like it." Then Pete smiled, Patrick liked that too.
"So Trick," Pete said " what should we do our project on?" He asked sitting in a beanbag chair Patrick had in his room.
" I dunno, I can't think of anything." Patrick said looking for something in his closet.
"Oh. My. God. Trick!" Pete said standing up.
"What?" he said alarmed
"What is all of this?" Pete asked walking over to Patrick's- as he called it- a reason for living.
"Uh, my keyboard, guitar, and music......" Patrick tried to cover up the last word with a cough.
" You write MUSIC?!?!?!" Pete asked wide eyed.
"Uh yeah I do." Patrick said turning another funny color. Pete began reading over the music Patrick had across his keyboard, Pete's smile got wider and wider.
" Oh my freaking God! This is absolutely amazing!" Looking at some of the other music that was spread across Patrick's floor.
"It's nothing i was just bored last week." Patrick shrugs his shoulders.
" You did all of this in a week?!" Pete said looking up from the music. " Man, your nice, your hot, you love Prince, and you write music. Geez." Pete said casually.
Patrick couldn't belive what he just heard.
"Anyway Trick," He said, putting down the music back on Patrick's keyboard, " we should probably start trying to find a topic."
"Um, yeah, sure." He said trying to hide this new found joy.
They looked at their books for about 10 minutes and started until the topic of Pete's band came up.
"W e don't have a singer, that's the only crappy thing." Pete said putting down the book.
" Well if you need a drummer I'm o.k..." Patrick said looking down at his book.
"What the hell man?! Fuck do you play the cello too?" he asked him jokingly.
"Actually ....uh...yeah." he said softly.
"Wow" Pete said shaking his head, which then suddenly snapped up. " Do you sing?"
"Uh, no, not really.......I'm not that good." he said
Pete moved his beanbag chair so he was facing Patrick. Then he got scared.
"Come on Trick! Even if you do suck I wont laugh at you. Sing.......oh! Sing "All- Star Me."
Patrick took in a deep breath.
"You asked for it."

Patrick opened his mouth and sang the first verse.
The whole time he didn't look at Pete, he was afraid that he would look into his eyes and forget the lyrics. But he finally finished the chorus and looked at Pete.
"......................" Pete didn't say a thing. He just stared at Patrick with his jaw to the floor and his eyes wide.
" I know I screwed up on the bridge and-"
"That. was. freaking. beautiful." he said with his face still in surprise. Patrick slightly blushed.
"I'm really not-"
"A gift sent from heaven to share those beautiful vocal chords with the world?! Dude, you! You, man are fantastic!" Pete said poking at Patrick's shoulder.
"Thanks" Patrick finally said regaining back his natural color. HONK HONK!
" Oh that's mi madre." Pete said stuffing papers into his backpack.
"All right, later." Patrick said walking down the stairs with Pete.
"So I'll pick meet you at your locker to take you to might house for band practice?" Pete asked as he stood on the threshold of Patrick's front door.
"Um-yeah sure." he said feeling honored.
" Awesome!" Pete leaned in and kissed Patrick on the cheek. "Bring you amazing voice." With that Pete gave him a quick smile and jogged to his moms' car.
"Patrick walked up the stairs and felt like he was on cloud nine. Forget cloud nine, he was on cloud 99.

When he entered his room he noticed that Pete left his notebook on his floor. It was the one Patrick had seen him scribbling on in Biology. He opened it to the fifth page to find a continuation of what Patrick got a sneak of in Biology that day.



"We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said) I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down (down, down) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it"




'Woah", was all Patrick could say.



" Hey Pete, you left this at my house" Patrick said handing Pete the notebook as they stepped into Pete's car.
"Oh thanks, man. Hey, did you read any of this?" Pete asked backing out.


Busted

"Only a little, promise." Pete smiled at Patrick. Oh, thank God He's not mad. "Speaking of, your lyrics, I made this for you." he said taking a CD out of his backpack. " I took the music you liked that I wrote, and combined it with your lyrics...... and i sing a little." Patrick tried to hide that last part.
Pete's eyes lit up " You sing on this?" Patrick nodded " Give me it." Pete said while putting the Cd into his stereo. When the song was over Pete looked over at Patrick.
" You, did.......ALL of that?"
" Uh, yeah, I did." he said blushing a little.
"Trick I think we have i biology project." Pete said grinning.


" Oh my God!" Joe said after Patrick sang in Pete's garage.
" Damn" Andy said shocked " Can you even do that? I mean, is a voice like that possible?"
Patrick had sang the same song he sang for Pete in his bedroom.
"I know I'm not that good, Sorry." Patrick said looking at the floor.
"Your right you aren't good, You are FANTASTIC!" Joe said
"I know right?" Pete said coming back from the kitchen, He had just told his mom that Patrick was his new boyfriend, oops. " Plus he made this!" Pete put the CD Patrick made and put it in one of their stereos and pressed PLAY.
"Oh my freaking God!" Andy said
"Pete! Those are your lyrics......and that's Patrick singing!" Joe said spinning with his guitar in a circle " Oh, that's fun, I'm going to do that more often."
"Patrick you are amazing! You are going to be in our band right?" Andy asked
"RIGHT?!?!" Pete said " Patrick please, don't make me beg!" Then Pete got on his knees and smiled a smile that could convince Patrick to commit murder.
"All right." Patrick said with a smile.


Pete was sitting in the car with Patrick driving him home while they were listening to David Bowie.
"I think I love you Patrick." Pete said about five minutes away from Patrick's house.
"You love m- uh-what-huh?" Patrick said taken back.
Pete parked and looked up at him "I love you, I know that you may not like me but.....I'm into you."
"Well what would you say if I said I feel the same way?" Patrick asked.
"I would ask you to be my boyfriend." Pete said.
" Well what would you do if I said 'Yes'?" Patrick asked going along with the game.
"Well I would do this..." Pete pressed his lips against Patrick's and tangled his fingers in his hair. When Patrick pulled away they were breathing heavily.
"Do you wanna come to my house tomorrow to work on our project?" Patrick said still trying to catch his breath.
"Sure" Pete said waking Patrick to his front door.
"Oh by the way, you'll........ have to meet my mom tomorrow, you know I'm dadless." Pete suddenly turned pale even with is tan skin. " Ok, now I'm scared."
"Just be yourself"
"Well shit, that's original." Pete said
Patrick pretended he didn't hear that. " I don't know why she wouldn't love you." Pete's natural color starting coming back then.
"All right, I trust you." he said smiling
"Night Pete."

“It’s been a long day, no.”
“Please? Please? Please?”
“Are you… Whining?”
“No… But if I was… Would that make you change your mind? ‘Cause I can so be the ultimate whiner, you know? Like that one time-”
“Ugh… Fine… I’ll take you to freaking Starbucks…”
“Yay! Thank you Beff! You are, like seriously the best!”
“I know…”
Taylor giggled, smoothing down a few strands of hair and wiping the make-up from under her eyes before walking out of their apartment, bouncing on the heels of her converse and waiting for her best friend. Beth, however, took her sweet time with lacing up her awesome-shoes and flipping her hair in a very fashionable way. “Come on! It’s going to close! And I need sugar… Caffeine! Oh, golly, caffeine!” Taylor groaned, putting her hands in her skinny jeans back pocket to answer a quick text and frowned. “Huwwy Beffhuntowww,” she pouted and grinned when she saw Beth walk out of their apartment. “Golly,” Beth said softly, smiling and shaking her head before stepping to her Volvo S60R and climbing in the driver seat. Taylor doing the same, only sliding into the passenger and smiling like an idiot. “Hey, Tay, why do you need me to drive, anyway? I mean, you have your license, and I trust you not to crash this baby…” “Because I don’t want to feel like Edward Cullen.” “Wow… You’re lame.” “M’hm…” Taylor giggled again and flipped through the radio stations as they weaved through the streets of the city, and soon parked almost directly in front of the little café.

Taylor stepped out of the Volvo and took a deep breath in, “mmm, coffee,” she moaned and nearly ran inside. Although, her sheer delight came to a halt the second she realized there were like, three people in front of her in line and a woman at the cash register not deciding on what she wants to order. “Fuck…” She breathed and bit her lip, looking at a chuckling Beth with a look of ‘please make them go away, who gets Starbucks at this hour? Nobody’s supposed to be here! Use your magical awesome powers to poof them away’. But, obviously the look failed because Beth simply crossed her arms and shifted her weight, clearly a position that meant she didn’t care about the people and such. A frustrated sigh found itself leaving Taylor’s mouth, and her eyes looked around the Starbucks and then she froze, her mouth opening and eyes slightly widening. She subconsciously started poking and nudging Beth’s arm and tugged on the sleeve of her hoodie, drawing out a “what?” and then Taylor stuttering, “P-pete W-we-wentz… A-and P-pat-trick S-stump… A-are staring a-at us…” When Beth suddenly looked in the direction of which Taylor was looking, she struggled not to squeal- watching Patrick’s lips turn into a smirk as Pete giggled and winked at them, beckoning them over with his fingers. Taylor started jumping on her heels again and dragged Beth with her, “ohmygoshohmygosh” coming in quick whispers when they were both in front of their table. “Hey ladies,” Pete said smoothly and scooted closer to Patrick, waving a hand and saying, “Have a seat? The wait for coffee may be a while.” Patrick nodded at Pete’s words, obviously agreeing, before raising a slight eyebrow. “Wow, you’re really breathtaking,” he said to Beth and patted the seat next to him. Taylor looked over at Beth when Patrick spoke to her and tried not to giggle at her facial expression. “Uh-uh… Okay,” Beth said softly and sat down next to that incredible man, biting her lip. Sudden butterflies in her stomach, Taylor took the available seat next to Pete Wentz and tried not to cry from happiness. “So, what brings you two to Starbucks at such an late hour?” Patrick asked, not taking his eyes away from Beth. Taylor giggled softly, “c-caffeine uh-of course…” “That’s a perfect reason! See Patty! I’m not the only one who digs a little rush at night! I mean, hey, you know that from personal experiences and such. Oh, remember that one time when we were on tour with Panic, whoa- we go on tour with them a lot… They’re cool… Hmm… But yeah, remember when we got Ross drunk and he totally made out with Urie? And then Urie dared you to kiss me? And me, being me, touchi-” “Enough,” Patrick coughed, trying to keep his blush under control at the memory and tilting the bill of his hat down. Taylor bit her lip, looking between the two, and let out a soft squeal into the palm of her hand and then looked back at Pete with wide eyes. “Are you fucking serious?” She asked quickly before coughing and regaining her composure, pretending that she didn’t have a total fan girl moment, Pete nodding with a big ass grin on his face. Beth, however, clenched and unclenched her hand under the table and Patrick reached down to smooth our her fingers. When he realized what he was doing though, he moved his hand and slapped Pete across the face as he started saying “oh, if you think that’s bad, I should tell you about when little Patri- OW mother fucker!” “Fuck Wentz, do you listen to yourself talk? Or do you need me to buy you a fucking brain to mouth filter?” “Aww, you’re so mean ‘Trick… But wait,” Pete rubbed his cheek, hissing a little and continuing, “you can so buy me a filter as long as you install it. Like, you know, with your dick.” “Oh my God,” Beth gasped and covered her face with her hands, smiling so wide, Taylor was wondering if her face would crack.
"We are uh pretty.... crazy on tour....." Patrick said putting his head down.
"It's ok," Beth said trying to comfort Patrick "I mean, you guys are rockstars, your supposed to do things like that."
Pete butted in, " Then Patrick might not be a rockstar, he doesn't like that kind of scene, gay." Pete and Taylor chuckled.
"You're calling me gay, yet your the one who has kissed more guys than Marilyn Monroe." Patrick shot back, looking at Beth while she giggled.
Pete and Taylor didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. "Touche`" Pete said finally.
Pete and Taylor didn't realize that Patrick was holding Beth's hand until they looked over to see their fingers entwined with eachothers.
"Damn Patrick!" Pete said.
"Damn Beff!" Taylor said.
"You work fast don't you Trick?" Pete said smiling arrogantly.
"What can I say? I like her, I already know she's smart, It's obvious that she's pretty,she's funny, and she likes Prince!" Patrick said looking at her.
"How do you know she's funny?" pete said curious and slightly annoyed.
"Well she's the one who told me the Marilyn Monroe joke." he said squeezing her hand.
"Really, well I'm sure she's just a skank anyway." Pete said trying to make a comback.
Patrick got slightly defensive, but Beth smiled and said "Do you mean like the disease infested girls you've been with Pete?"
Petes' jaw dropped to the floor along with Taylors' while they stared at Beth and Patricks' pleased faces.
"Oh my gosh, I haven't even asked you guys names!" Patrick said.
"Good point, I'm Beth." she said
"Like the song by KISS?" Pete said
"Yep!" Beth said prudly
"And I'm Taylor."
"Like the song by Jack Johnson?" Patrick asked.
"Uh...I guess." Taylor said unaware that there was a song named after her.
"And I think you guys know us already......."Pete said acting like he was extremely important.
"Patrick and Pete of Fall Out Boy." Taylor and Beth said in unison
"Yeah...."Patrick said.
"So do you guys have any interest in being musuicians?" Pete asked them both.
"BETH WANTS TO BE A SINGER!" Taylor practically yelled in the coffee house, some people who were dosing off were suddenly up and awake.
Patrick looked at Beth with his eyes wide " Really? You sing?"
"Yes she does! And she is fantastic!" Taylor said
Beth wished that she had a hat so she coulf pull a Patrick and pull it over her head.
Patrick looked at her "Can you sing something for me?"
Beth shook her head 'No'.
"Oh, c'mon Beth! You can't be that bad!" Pete said
"Sing one of our songs." Patrick said when he was done glaring at Pete.
"NO WAY! It's hard enough for me singing songs in front of people, but singing one of your songs with the freaking amazing voice that you have would be next to impossible." she said sliding down in her chair.
"Please......I'll sing with you." He said
"Fine." she said giving in.
"What do you want to sing Beth?"
"OH! Sing 20 dollar Nose bleed." Taylor said jupming in her seat. "you go first." Beth said beth sang all the Partick parts and Patrick sang all the Brendon parts. There were some points were patrick messed up because he was too distracted listening to Beth sing. They finished, and Patrick was speechless. "Im sorry Patrick! I know it was really bad and-" she was silenced by Patrick finger against her lips. "That. Was. Beautiful." Patrick said
"Really?" beth said
"Yes! beth, will you sing with us on tour?" Partick asked
"Yeah Beth! We've needed an opening act that was unknown, and your voice is beautiful." Pete said.
"Uh..ok.sure. Oh! and Taylor is a photographer." Beth said
" No way! See, my babe is awesome too!" Pete said kissing Taylor on the cheeck as she let out a squeal.
Everyone laughed and didn't think about the time, the sun, or the sunrise.




2 months later



"Ok guys!" Patrick said into his mic, " The next song we will be singing is called 20 dollar Nose Bleed. And I am going to sing it with a very special person in my life, my girlfriend Beth." Patrick said as beth came on the stage.
"And I would also like to bring out a ver special person," pete said into his mic, "My girlfriend Taylor." he said as Taylor came out.
" Ok guys you've been a great crowd, THANK YOU!" Patrick said.