beLIEve
Title:beLIEve
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sooo very untrue. (thank god)
Warning:CHARACTER DEATH
Summary: He never expected it to hurt so badly.
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sooo very untrue. (thank god)
Warning:CHARACTER DEATH
Summary: He never expected it to hurt so badly.
[a/n] I wrote this when i was feeling really shitty and i still am. This is probably as angsty as i will ever get.
oh. and judging by the responses on Devaintart i would keep a tissue handy.
The marriage of bassist Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson has been called the wedding of the year. Everyone from band mates to movie stars are said to be in attendance. The service will be taking place next weekend. The groom to be couldn't be--
Patrick switched off the tv, listening to E! news report the wedding wasn't helping the situation.
Engaged. Engaged. En-fucking-gaged.
Every look,every cuddle, every "I love you". They were--
Patrick stopped himself. They WERE'NT.
Pete walked onto the bus and Patrick tried his best to crack a fake smile, and judging by the smile Pete returned it worked.
"Trickster" Pete said flopping down next to him on the couch in the longue. "Can you believe this tumble weed has finally stopped rolling?"
No, and thinking about it is killing me
Patrick just looked up at him trying his best to hide how much he was hurting.
"Sooooo, bestest friend" Pete said throwing his arms around Patrick's shoulders. "Will you be my best man?"
"No"
"What, why not?"
oh shit, did i say that out loud.
Pete was pouting and Patrick wanted to punch him in his pretty little heterosexual face.
"Why?" Pete repeated soudning more agitated.
"BECAUSE, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" he was yelling at Pete was giving him the deer in headlights look.
They sat silent for a few moments.
"Say something" Patrick said barely above a whisper.
"What do you want me to say?"
"How about you love me too?"
"I can't"
"Then DON'T!!!"
------
It had been five days since their discussion and Pete wouldn't even look at him anymore. The flight back to LA was silent and Ashlee was waiting for Pete happily at the airport. Her stupid fucking ring was catching in the light making it gleam.
Patrick sat alone, in his room touching the smooth edges of the cold metal in his trembling hands. He knew he was the biggest hypocrite in the world,considering all the greif he gave Pete after "Best Buy" but now he understood why Pete had tried.
He never expected it to hurt so badly.
The worst thing was when Pete said stuff like "Yo. Patrick Stump, jesus christ I wanna see us together man."Patrick believed him and when Pete kissed him he thought it was for real.But, at the end of the day, he always went back to her
Patrick dialed. After six years he at least owed Pete a goodbye.
"Hello" He replied.
and damnit Patrick could here Ashlee giggling in the background
"I'm sorry" he said in a shaky voice
"What ?, Patrick what are you talking about"
"I-i can't do this anymore" he said raising the gun up to his temple.
"PATRICK, WAIT, NO, DON'T DO ANYTHING, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE." he could hear the franctic sounds of keys and doors slamming.
"The best part of believe is the lie" he whispered and closed his eyes pulling the trigger
The phone went dead and Pete was silent but gunshots were still ringing in his ears.
oh. and judging by the responses on Devaintart i would keep a tissue handy.
The marriage of bassist Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson has been called the wedding of the year. Everyone from band mates to movie stars are said to be in attendance. The service will be taking place next weekend. The groom to be couldn't be--
Patrick switched off the tv, listening to E! news report the wedding wasn't helping the situation.
Engaged. Engaged. En-fucking-gaged.
Every look,every cuddle, every "I love you". They were--
Patrick stopped himself. They WERE'NT.
Pete walked onto the bus and Patrick tried his best to crack a fake smile, and judging by the smile Pete returned it worked.
"Trickster" Pete said flopping down next to him on the couch in the longue. "Can you believe this tumble weed has finally stopped rolling?"
No, and thinking about it is killing me
Patrick just looked up at him trying his best to hide how much he was hurting.
"Sooooo, bestest friend" Pete said throwing his arms around Patrick's shoulders. "Will you be my best man?"
"No"
"What, why not?"
oh shit, did i say that out loud.
Pete was pouting and Patrick wanted to punch him in his pretty little heterosexual face.
"Why?" Pete repeated soudning more agitated.
"BECAUSE, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" he was yelling at Pete was giving him the deer in headlights look.
They sat silent for a few moments.
"Say something" Patrick said barely above a whisper.
"What do you want me to say?"
"How about you love me too?"
"I can't"
"Then DON'T!!!"
------
It had been five days since their discussion and Pete wouldn't even look at him anymore. The flight back to LA was silent and Ashlee was waiting for Pete happily at the airport. Her stupid fucking ring was catching in the light making it gleam.
Patrick sat alone, in his room touching the smooth edges of the cold metal in his trembling hands. He knew he was the biggest hypocrite in the world,considering all the greif he gave Pete after "Best Buy" but now he understood why Pete had tried.
He never expected it to hurt so badly.
The worst thing was when Pete said stuff like "Yo. Patrick Stump, jesus christ I wanna see us together man."Patrick believed him and when Pete kissed him he thought it was for real.But, at the end of the day, he always went back to her
Patrick dialed. After six years he at least owed Pete a goodbye.
"Hello" He replied.
and damnit Patrick could here Ashlee giggling in the background
"I'm sorry" he said in a shaky voice
"What ?, Patrick what are you talking about"
"I-i can't do this anymore" he said raising the gun up to his temple.
"PATRICK, WAIT, NO, DON'T DO ANYTHING, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE." he could hear the franctic sounds of keys and doors slamming.
"The best part of believe is the lie" he whispered and closed his eyes pulling the trigger
The phone went dead and Pete was silent but gunshots were still ringing in his ears.