Ordinary Moments FINAL CHAPTER
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Title Ordinary Moments Ch. 8/8
Rating Strong language so...strong Pg-13?
Author Katie..who would be me
Disclaimer Just. No.
Summary Funny how the extraordinary things happen in the most ordinary moments.
Author's notes Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented and had a thought or had anything to do with this fic at all. Seriously, I would never have finished this if it wasn't for you guys.
Previous Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven
So here's the Final Chapter then....
It was an ordinary Thursday when Patrick found himself sitting on Pete’s parents’ doorstep. Pete wouldn’t answer his calls and his online blog, well the one Patrick knew about, had been deleted. Joe and Andy insisted on being Switzerland and staying the hell out of it.
Mrs. Wentz it seemed decided to finally take pity on Patrick and after a half hour of him screaming Pete’s name in the front yard and annoying the neighbours, she let him in.
“He’s not here Patrick.”
“What do you mean? He’s gone out? When will he be back?”
“He’s not coming back. He moved out.”
Patrick didn’t react. He didn’t know how to react. This was just something Pete told his mom to tell Patrick until he cooled down. Pete wouldn’t move out and not tell Patrick where he was going. The fight hadn’t been that bad, had it?
“He’s gone to Los Angeles. I tried to stop him but he’s 27 for goodness sake, what could I do?”
“He’s really gone?”
“Yes. I wasn’t supposed to tell you but I had to. He is my son Patrick and he is miserable and I don’t care what this fight was about you have to fix it.”
“He won’t take my calls.”
“Call him from here, he’ll answer if he thinks its home. You can use his old room.”
“Thanks Mrs. Wentz.”
Patrick made his way to Pete’s childhood room and smiled sadly. The beds were still pushed together. After he and Pete had made things official Pete had insisted on making the room a friendly place for a couple to sleep. The room was more scattered than usual, some stuff was missing including the hoodie and t-shirt Patrick had left here the last time he’d stayed over.
He sat on the bed and nearly cried when he could smell Pete on the sheets still. He’d fucked up so badly and now Pete was in LA. Fucking genius Stump.
Three rings.
Just beg. Make him come home. Promise to tell everyone if that’s what it takes.
Four rings.
Why isn’t he answering?
“Hello?”
Shit. What do I say?
“Mom, you there?”
“Pete.”
“Mother-fucking! Patrick? Why are you at my house? I’m gonna kill my mom.”
Patrick couldn’t help but grin. He had gone too long without Pete’s voice even if it was in anger.
“It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave. I’m sorry okay? I came here to apologise.”
“Too late.”
“Pete just listen okay? It’s not what it sounded like the other night.”
“Oh yeah? Because it sounded like I want a future with you and you don’t with me.”
“Come on Pete, one fight and you move to California!”
“You’re the one with the lack of faith in us Trick so don’t make this about me.”
“It’s not that okay?! I WANT a future with you but the prospect of it happening? It’s kind of scary especially given your reputation for getting bored and moving on.”
“Don’t grow a fucking pussy okay? Don’t give me that bullshit.”
Patrick felt like banging the phone against his forehead. Words were Pete’s thing. Not his. He was just supposed to make sense of the words not come up with them.
“It’s not bullshit. Pete as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never stayed with anyone for very long. As soon as you make it known you’re with someone, everyone has an opinion. I don’t like attention and I don’t like people telling me what they think about you. I know I definitely won’t like hearing their opinions on how in a few months you’ll meet someone else and it’ll be new again and they’ll get you and they’ll be perfect and everything you want in someone. I want you and I will continue to want you but can you promise the same?”
“You know if I was there I’d fucking punch you for assuming I am the biggest asshole ever.”
“Then fucking come home and punch me.”
“I’m not coming home Patrick.”
“Pete I just explained. Come on, come home and you can punch me and it’ll be cool.”
“No Patrick it won’t be cool. You explained but it doesn’t change anything. You care more about what people will say about us than the fact that the reason I never stayed with anyone long enough was because I couldn’t stop thinking about you!”
“Pete…”
“No it’s my turn so shut the fuck up. You’ve wanted me for as long as you’ve known me? Well the feeling is mutual. I’ve waited too long for this and I’m not gonna let you fuck it up because you can’t handle some bad press or shit talking. I left so you can decide if I’m worth the risk. Decide what you want then we’ll talk.”
The line was dead.
It was an ordinary Thursday when Patrick found himself sobbing into Pete’s pillow, without Pete.
***
It was an ordinary spring morning when Patrick woke up from dreaming about being on the Black Pearl with Jack Sparrow. Still in a sleepy haze, he rolled over to tell Pete about the crazy dream and maybe suggest getting a parrot when he realized Pete wasn’t there. Pete hadn’t been there in two months.
Pete had been on the covers of various magazines and discussed on just about every celebrity news program over rumors about him and every young girl in LA. Patrick had been ready to go to LA and beg Pete to come home when the rumors had started. He’d cancelled his flight.
The band was “taking some time out” before going into the studio to work on the new album. Patrick didn’t like to think of what it would mean to have to face Pete again.
The only time Patrick had heard from Pete was a text saying “don’t believe everything you hear”. He’d done an interview a couple of weeks back where he talked about how he knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but the other person wasn’t so sure.
Andy and Joe had been amazing. They had not blamed Patrick or Pete just told them to work their shit out before they ruined the band. Patrick had pretty much gotten used to sleeping without Pete again but still, mornings would come like this one when he couldn’t help but reach across the bed and sigh missing the warm eyes and the bright smile he had grown used to waking up next to.
Patrick leaned over and grabbed his laptop from where he’d placed it on the ground the night before. Maybe messing around on GarageBand would cheer him up a bit, although he didn’t have Pete’s lyrics to go with whatever he managed to put together. He signed onto his computer and automatically scanned AIM to check Pete’s away message. It was something he did every day.
Sick of writing songs about the Midwest
Patrick tried not to cry. Instead he found himself on the phone to the airport and booking a flight for that afternoon.
It was an ordinary spring evening in LA when Patrick showed up on Pete’s doorstep.
***
It was an ordinary April Fools day when Patrick had his next fight with Pete.
He had just moved the last box and collapsed on the bed when Hemingway climbed on top of him and slobbered all over him. Patrick yelled for Hemmy to get off of him while Pete cooed over how cute it was.
“He’s not sleeping in here Pete.”
“What do you mean he’s not sleeping in here? He’s always slept here.”
“Yeah well it’s my room now too so compromise.”
“You think you can move into my house and change everything Stump?”
Patrick found it hard to take Pete seriously while he was crawling towards him and pouting like an idiot. It was not sexy and seductive like he knew Pete was aiming for. He was not going to give in on this. Repeat he was not.
“Yeah pretty much.”
Patrick found himself grinning this time, unable to help himself acting like the spoiled brat people always assumed Pete would be.
Pete only pouted more before shooing Hemmy and replacing the dog lying on top of Patrick. Patrick much preferred this kind of affection rather than Hemingway trying to cuddle him.
“Please Patrick? He will be scared somewhere else in the house.”
Patrick normally would have argued but Pete kissing his neck like he was made it difficult to disagree with him. So okay, maybe Pete could be seductive when he wanted to be.
“What’s it worth to me?”
Patrick was impressed he got that much out with the way Pete was now sucking on his pulse point. Patrick found himself sighing against his will and cursing his neck being his weak spot. Pete had pretty much had that figured out after the first time they made out the sneaky bastard.
“I’ll bottom.” Pete purred. “For a week.”
Patrick immediately felt his pants tighten. Pete was serious about this and Patrick found himself wondering what else he’d do.
“What else?” he asked while shoving his hands down Pete’s pants.
“I’ll cook you dinner tonight. No take away. A proper meal.”
Pete followed this statement by a loud gasp/groan and a “fuck don’t stop”. Naturally Patrick stopped.
“If I’m top for a week can’t have you exhausted now. I guess you better get in the kitchen while I unpack.”
Patrick had to laugh. Pete went from turned on to giddy child in less than a second.
“Really? He can stay? Oh Patrick you are the BEST! I’m going to cook you the best meal in the history of like, ever.”
When Pete jumped off Patrick and headed for the door, Patrick missed his weight but had to laugh at Pete’s joy. He was such a kid. He looked up to tell Pete this only to see he was long gone. Sighing Patrick got up and looked around his new room. Just a couple of more boxes to unpack and it really would be their room.
Twenty minutes later, he was just finishing up the second to last box when he heard Pete calling.
“Okay so if I pay for the pizza does it count as making you dinner?”
Patrick couldn’t help but laugh to the point of not being able to reply. Pete was hopeless and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had Pete back and he was finally home.
It was an ordinary April 1st when Patrick realized he had everything he had ever wanted.
THE END
So there it is.
Thanks again to everyone I mean it.
I haven't been able to finish anything I've written in a long time and your encouragement has meant the world. Srsly. You guys FTW
Title Ordinary Moments Ch. 8/8
Rating Strong language so...strong Pg-13?
Author Katie..who would be me
Disclaimer Just. No.
Summary Funny how the extraordinary things happen in the most ordinary moments.
Author's notes Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented and had a thought or had anything to do with this fic at all. Seriously, I would never have finished this if it wasn't for you guys.
Previous Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven
So here's the Final Chapter then....
It was an ordinary Thursday when Patrick found himself sitting on Pete’s parents’ doorstep. Pete wouldn’t answer his calls and his online blog, well the one Patrick knew about, had been deleted. Joe and Andy insisted on being Switzerland and staying the hell out of it.
Mrs. Wentz it seemed decided to finally take pity on Patrick and after a half hour of him screaming Pete’s name in the front yard and annoying the neighbours, she let him in.
“He’s not here Patrick.”
“What do you mean? He’s gone out? When will he be back?”
“He’s not coming back. He moved out.”
Patrick didn’t react. He didn’t know how to react. This was just something Pete told his mom to tell Patrick until he cooled down. Pete wouldn’t move out and not tell Patrick where he was going. The fight hadn’t been that bad, had it?
“He’s gone to Los Angeles. I tried to stop him but he’s 27 for goodness sake, what could I do?”
“He’s really gone?”
“Yes. I wasn’t supposed to tell you but I had to. He is my son Patrick and he is miserable and I don’t care what this fight was about you have to fix it.”
“He won’t take my calls.”
“Call him from here, he’ll answer if he thinks its home. You can use his old room.”
“Thanks Mrs. Wentz.”
Patrick made his way to Pete’s childhood room and smiled sadly. The beds were still pushed together. After he and Pete had made things official Pete had insisted on making the room a friendly place for a couple to sleep. The room was more scattered than usual, some stuff was missing including the hoodie and t-shirt Patrick had left here the last time he’d stayed over.
He sat on the bed and nearly cried when he could smell Pete on the sheets still. He’d fucked up so badly and now Pete was in LA. Fucking genius Stump.
Three rings.
Just beg. Make him come home. Promise to tell everyone if that’s what it takes.
Four rings.
Why isn’t he answering?
“Hello?”
Shit. What do I say?
“Mom, you there?”
“Pete.”
“Mother-fucking! Patrick? Why are you at my house? I’m gonna kill my mom.”
Patrick couldn’t help but grin. He had gone too long without Pete’s voice even if it was in anger.
“It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave. I’m sorry okay? I came here to apologise.”
“Too late.”
“Pete just listen okay? It’s not what it sounded like the other night.”
“Oh yeah? Because it sounded like I want a future with you and you don’t with me.”
“Come on Pete, one fight and you move to California!”
“You’re the one with the lack of faith in us Trick so don’t make this about me.”
“It’s not that okay?! I WANT a future with you but the prospect of it happening? It’s kind of scary especially given your reputation for getting bored and moving on.”
“Don’t grow a fucking pussy okay? Don’t give me that bullshit.”
Patrick felt like banging the phone against his forehead. Words were Pete’s thing. Not his. He was just supposed to make sense of the words not come up with them.
“It’s not bullshit. Pete as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never stayed with anyone for very long. As soon as you make it known you’re with someone, everyone has an opinion. I don’t like attention and I don’t like people telling me what they think about you. I know I definitely won’t like hearing their opinions on how in a few months you’ll meet someone else and it’ll be new again and they’ll get you and they’ll be perfect and everything you want in someone. I want you and I will continue to want you but can you promise the same?”
“You know if I was there I’d fucking punch you for assuming I am the biggest asshole ever.”
“Then fucking come home and punch me.”
“I’m not coming home Patrick.”
“Pete I just explained. Come on, come home and you can punch me and it’ll be cool.”
“No Patrick it won’t be cool. You explained but it doesn’t change anything. You care more about what people will say about us than the fact that the reason I never stayed with anyone long enough was because I couldn’t stop thinking about you!”
“Pete…”
“No it’s my turn so shut the fuck up. You’ve wanted me for as long as you’ve known me? Well the feeling is mutual. I’ve waited too long for this and I’m not gonna let you fuck it up because you can’t handle some bad press or shit talking. I left so you can decide if I’m worth the risk. Decide what you want then we’ll talk.”
The line was dead.
It was an ordinary Thursday when Patrick found himself sobbing into Pete’s pillow, without Pete.
***
It was an ordinary spring morning when Patrick woke up from dreaming about being on the Black Pearl with Jack Sparrow. Still in a sleepy haze, he rolled over to tell Pete about the crazy dream and maybe suggest getting a parrot when he realized Pete wasn’t there. Pete hadn’t been there in two months.
Pete had been on the covers of various magazines and discussed on just about every celebrity news program over rumors about him and every young girl in LA. Patrick had been ready to go to LA and beg Pete to come home when the rumors had started. He’d cancelled his flight.
The band was “taking some time out” before going into the studio to work on the new album. Patrick didn’t like to think of what it would mean to have to face Pete again.
The only time Patrick had heard from Pete was a text saying “don’t believe everything you hear”. He’d done an interview a couple of weeks back where he talked about how he knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but the other person wasn’t so sure.
Andy and Joe had been amazing. They had not blamed Patrick or Pete just told them to work their shit out before they ruined the band. Patrick had pretty much gotten used to sleeping without Pete again but still, mornings would come like this one when he couldn’t help but reach across the bed and sigh missing the warm eyes and the bright smile he had grown used to waking up next to.
Patrick leaned over and grabbed his laptop from where he’d placed it on the ground the night before. Maybe messing around on GarageBand would cheer him up a bit, although he didn’t have Pete’s lyrics to go with whatever he managed to put together. He signed onto his computer and automatically scanned AIM to check Pete’s away message. It was something he did every day.
Sick of writing songs about the Midwest
Patrick tried not to cry. Instead he found himself on the phone to the airport and booking a flight for that afternoon.
It was an ordinary spring evening in LA when Patrick showed up on Pete’s doorstep.
***
It was an ordinary April Fools day when Patrick had his next fight with Pete.
He had just moved the last box and collapsed on the bed when Hemingway climbed on top of him and slobbered all over him. Patrick yelled for Hemmy to get off of him while Pete cooed over how cute it was.
“He’s not sleeping in here Pete.”
“What do you mean he’s not sleeping in here? He’s always slept here.”
“Yeah well it’s my room now too so compromise.”
“You think you can move into my house and change everything Stump?”
Patrick found it hard to take Pete seriously while he was crawling towards him and pouting like an idiot. It was not sexy and seductive like he knew Pete was aiming for. He was not going to give in on this. Repeat he was not.
“Yeah pretty much.”
Patrick found himself grinning this time, unable to help himself acting like the spoiled brat people always assumed Pete would be.
Pete only pouted more before shooing Hemmy and replacing the dog lying on top of Patrick. Patrick much preferred this kind of affection rather than Hemingway trying to cuddle him.
“Please Patrick? He will be scared somewhere else in the house.”
Patrick normally would have argued but Pete kissing his neck like he was made it difficult to disagree with him. So okay, maybe Pete could be seductive when he wanted to be.
“What’s it worth to me?”
Patrick was impressed he got that much out with the way Pete was now sucking on his pulse point. Patrick found himself sighing against his will and cursing his neck being his weak spot. Pete had pretty much had that figured out after the first time they made out the sneaky bastard.
“I’ll bottom.” Pete purred. “For a week.”
Patrick immediately felt his pants tighten. Pete was serious about this and Patrick found himself wondering what else he’d do.
“What else?” he asked while shoving his hands down Pete’s pants.
“I’ll cook you dinner tonight. No take away. A proper meal.”
Pete followed this statement by a loud gasp/groan and a “fuck don’t stop”. Naturally Patrick stopped.
“If I’m top for a week can’t have you exhausted now. I guess you better get in the kitchen while I unpack.”
Patrick had to laugh. Pete went from turned on to giddy child in less than a second.
“Really? He can stay? Oh Patrick you are the BEST! I’m going to cook you the best meal in the history of like, ever.”
When Pete jumped off Patrick and headed for the door, Patrick missed his weight but had to laugh at Pete’s joy. He was such a kid. He looked up to tell Pete this only to see he was long gone. Sighing Patrick got up and looked around his new room. Just a couple of more boxes to unpack and it really would be their room.
Twenty minutes later, he was just finishing up the second to last box when he heard Pete calling.
“Okay so if I pay for the pizza does it count as making you dinner?”
Patrick couldn’t help but laugh to the point of not being able to reply. Pete was hopeless and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had Pete back and he was finally home.
It was an ordinary April 1st when Patrick realized he had everything he had ever wanted.
THE END
So there it is.
Thanks again to everyone I mean it.
I haven't been able to finish anything I've written in a long time and your encouragement has meant the world. Srsly. You guys FTW