I'm not okay until it's over Chapter 1/?
Title: I'm Not Okay Until It's Over (Chapter 1/?)
Author:
icantonetwostep
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: R for mild violence?
Disclaimer: Fake.
POV: 3rd
Summary: Pete's family is part of the mafia and he'll do whatever he can to get out.
“So mom..what happens if I ever fall in love?” 18 year old Pete Wentz taps his hand lightly on the counter awaiting an answer from his mother.
“Honey, you can’t love. This family owned business is your job, it’s your life. Your father will have you take over once he dies, you wont have time for love.”
He sighs and bites his lip. “What if I’ve already found it? What If I don’t want to be in this family anymore. The mafia isn’t for me mom” his mother shook her head.
“I haven’t seen any girls walk into this house, or out of it. I’m doubting you’ve found love, and you have no choice, you were born into this family, You will die for it.” she kisses his forehead and starts to walk away. “Your father will want to see you soon. You guys haven’t had your weekly talk.”
“Okay mom” he says and walks up to his room. When he gets to his room he locks the door behind him, sighing. He decides to call his Patrick, his boyfriend, before his father calls him down for a conference. He flips on his stereo that is located neatly in the corner and gets out his phone. Dialing the number, he sighs.
“Hello?”
“Hey Patrick”
“Hey babe what’s up?”
“Nothing” Pete says as he lays back in his bed and sighs.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing..”
“Pete, I can tell when something is wrong, just tell me..”
“Patrick I don’t know what to do, I my life is going down the drain .It’s like I’m not supposed to feel. My life revolves around my family and it’s business and keeping them safe. I. have no room for a relationship. There is no way we can be together, I’m stuck with this family until death..”
“What do you mean? Is this your way of breaking up with me?”
“Can you come over?”
“Yeah sure, be there in 10"
“Oh and Patrick, I love you..” Pete said, knowing Patrick had already hung up the phone. He sighed as he went down to speak to his dad.
When he got to his dad’s office, he cautiously opened the door and sat down in the big black chair.
“How are you son?”
“Im alright” he said as he played with the hem of his shirt.
“The reason I’ve come down here is to tell you that our family is once again in trouble, but this time its serious.”
Pete sighed “What do yo-” he got cut off when one of the many bodyguards around the house ran into the room.
“They’re here” he said and ran over to the large oak closet in the back of the room, opening it and pulling out guns and bullets of all sorts.
Pete’s dad got up and ran over to the closet, he grabbed a gun and threw it over to Pete.
“Son, this is where you become a man. Fight with us and for us. If I die, this family will depend on you.” with that, he left the room.
Gunshots can be heard everywhere, and only one thing was on Pete’s mind as he shook nervously and tried to bring himself to walk out of the door. “Patrick” he said as he ran out of the door, remembering Patrick should be coming. Fuck what if he gets hurt, shit what the fuck do I do? He thought to himself.
He ran out of his fathers office and down the stairs to find men scattered everywhere, bullets flying past his face and blood staining the walls and the carpets. He’s never felt this much fear in his life, and the only time his heart beat this fast was when Patrick and him shared their first real kiss. He heard a muffled scream come from a familiar voice to the left of him, and turned to see a horrified Patrick in the arms of one of the bodyguards from the rival family. Pete’s heart felt like it was caught in his throat as he was frozen in place. He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t ready for this. He picked up his gun and aimed at the man holding Patrick. Hoping he had a good aim he pulled the trigger. He swallowed hard when he saw Patrick running to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Patrick and squeezed his eyes shut. By the sounds coming from around him, Pete thought this was the end.
“Patrick, I just need to tell you that no matter what happens. I love you” Patrick just kissed him deeply and nodded. You could see the fear in Patrick’s eyes as he let Pete go. As soon as he let Pete go, he watched Pete get shot and sink to the ground. Patrick ran across the room avoiding anything possible and grabbed Pete. He picked him up and ran out of the house as quick as he could. He took a trail through the bushes on the side of the large house, because there were mafia kings outside in the front. Once he reached a point where they were somewhat safe he put Pete down.
“You said the only way we could be together is death, lets not make that literal” he said as he wrapped Pete’s bleeding torso, tears streaming down his eyes. Pete looked up at him and gasped for air , losing focus.
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A week later, tears streamed down Patrick’s eyes as he opened a note from Pete’s mother. He read it out loud.
“Dearest Patrick, Our family has defiantly been torn apart from last weeks incident. We know you were Pete’s best friend and we bet you miss him almost as much as we do. He was our only son and without him our family is nothing. We want you to attend his funeral please. It will be this Saturday, if you are stable enough to make it please call the house, you know the number. Now, it wont be an open casket or anything since we were unable to find his body. Just remember he will always be remembered in our family as a hero, since he died for us. Thank you, Mrs. Wentz” Patrick sighed and wiped his eyes and looking around his room. There was no light coming though any of the windows and he had the curtains pulled tightly over them.
“Do I have to go to the funeral?” he said, turning to the mass wrapped in blankets next to him.
“You don’t have to, as long as they think im dead its fine. We can be together now, we just cant get caught.”
Patrick smiled, “ We won’t get caught Pete, we’re leaving first thing in the morning.”
Comments are love, and i'm sorry if there are alot of grammar mistakes, i kinda posted in a hurry.
Author:
icantonetwostepPairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: R for mild violence?
Disclaimer: Fake.
POV: 3rd
Summary: Pete's family is part of the mafia and he'll do whatever he can to get out.
“So mom..what happens if I ever fall in love?” 18 year old Pete Wentz taps his hand lightly on the counter awaiting an answer from his mother.
“Honey, you can’t love. This family owned business is your job, it’s your life. Your father will have you take over once he dies, you wont have time for love.”
He sighs and bites his lip. “What if I’ve already found it? What If I don’t want to be in this family anymore. The mafia isn’t for me mom” his mother shook her head.
“I haven’t seen any girls walk into this house, or out of it. I’m doubting you’ve found love, and you have no choice, you were born into this family, You will die for it.” she kisses his forehead and starts to walk away. “Your father will want to see you soon. You guys haven’t had your weekly talk.”
“Okay mom” he says and walks up to his room. When he gets to his room he locks the door behind him, sighing. He decides to call his Patrick, his boyfriend, before his father calls him down for a conference. He flips on his stereo that is located neatly in the corner and gets out his phone. Dialing the number, he sighs.
“Hello?”
“Hey Patrick”
“Hey babe what’s up?”
“Nothing” Pete says as he lays back in his bed and sighs.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing..”
“Pete, I can tell when something is wrong, just tell me..”
“Patrick I don’t know what to do, I my life is going down the drain .It’s like I’m not supposed to feel. My life revolves around my family and it’s business and keeping them safe. I. have no room for a relationship. There is no way we can be together, I’m stuck with this family until death..”
“What do you mean? Is this your way of breaking up with me?”
“Can you come over?”
“Yeah sure, be there in 10"
“Oh and Patrick, I love you..” Pete said, knowing Patrick had already hung up the phone. He sighed as he went down to speak to his dad.
When he got to his dad’s office, he cautiously opened the door and sat down in the big black chair.
“How are you son?”
“Im alright” he said as he played with the hem of his shirt.
“The reason I’ve come down here is to tell you that our family is once again in trouble, but this time its serious.”
Pete sighed “What do yo-” he got cut off when one of the many bodyguards around the house ran into the room.
“They’re here” he said and ran over to the large oak closet in the back of the room, opening it and pulling out guns and bullets of all sorts.
Pete’s dad got up and ran over to the closet, he grabbed a gun and threw it over to Pete.
“Son, this is where you become a man. Fight with us and for us. If I die, this family will depend on you.” with that, he left the room.
Gunshots can be heard everywhere, and only one thing was on Pete’s mind as he shook nervously and tried to bring himself to walk out of the door. “Patrick” he said as he ran out of the door, remembering Patrick should be coming. Fuck what if he gets hurt, shit what the fuck do I do? He thought to himself.
He ran out of his fathers office and down the stairs to find men scattered everywhere, bullets flying past his face and blood staining the walls and the carpets. He’s never felt this much fear in his life, and the only time his heart beat this fast was when Patrick and him shared their first real kiss. He heard a muffled scream come from a familiar voice to the left of him, and turned to see a horrified Patrick in the arms of one of the bodyguards from the rival family. Pete’s heart felt like it was caught in his throat as he was frozen in place. He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t ready for this. He picked up his gun and aimed at the man holding Patrick. Hoping he had a good aim he pulled the trigger. He swallowed hard when he saw Patrick running to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Patrick and squeezed his eyes shut. By the sounds coming from around him, Pete thought this was the end.
“Patrick, I just need to tell you that no matter what happens. I love you” Patrick just kissed him deeply and nodded. You could see the fear in Patrick’s eyes as he let Pete go. As soon as he let Pete go, he watched Pete get shot and sink to the ground. Patrick ran across the room avoiding anything possible and grabbed Pete. He picked him up and ran out of the house as quick as he could. He took a trail through the bushes on the side of the large house, because there were mafia kings outside in the front. Once he reached a point where they were somewhat safe he put Pete down.
“You said the only way we could be together is death, lets not make that literal” he said as he wrapped Pete’s bleeding torso, tears streaming down his eyes. Pete looked up at him and gasped for air , losing focus.
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A week later, tears streamed down Patrick’s eyes as he opened a note from Pete’s mother. He read it out loud.
“Dearest Patrick, Our family has defiantly been torn apart from last weeks incident. We know you were Pete’s best friend and we bet you miss him almost as much as we do. He was our only son and without him our family is nothing. We want you to attend his funeral please. It will be this Saturday, if you are stable enough to make it please call the house, you know the number. Now, it wont be an open casket or anything since we were unable to find his body. Just remember he will always be remembered in our family as a hero, since he died for us. Thank you, Mrs. Wentz” Patrick sighed and wiped his eyes and looking around his room. There was no light coming though any of the windows and he had the curtains pulled tightly over them.
“Do I have to go to the funeral?” he said, turning to the mass wrapped in blankets next to him.
“You don’t have to, as long as they think im dead its fine. We can be together now, we just cant get caught.”
Patrick smiled, “ We won’t get caught Pete, we’re leaving first thing in the morning.”
Comments are love, and i'm sorry if there are alot of grammar mistakes, i kinda posted in a hurry.