Maybe.

Why Patrick was sitting here, at three in the morning, was beyond him.

He was awoken by a poking (prodding, really) in his shoulder from a certain Pete Wentz who smelled like coffee and trees.

"Patrick...Patrick get up. I have to show you something. Come on."

"Wha' the fuck? Pete come on, it's like two in the-

"Two thirty, now get up."

They're both laying on a hill surrounded by trees and nature shit. Patrick assumes that would be classified as a forest, but how Pete found a forest in LA, well he doesn't know how he did that either.

Petes got one hand on Patricks thigh, and the other pointing up at the sky.

"Did you know that the sun is just a really big star?"

"Pete."

"No, really, there's a whole bunch of fucking-"

"Pete. Why the fuck am I here?"

"I love you."

"Oh." 
 Patrick doesn't say anything else, just listens to Petes breathing.

Pete thinks, maybe this was the best never-thought-through idea he's ever had.

End.

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A/N: this is my first PxP fic, also my first attempt at writing.

please give me some concrit, but let me down easy.