-Lyrics are not mine, this chapter is Ruth's work.
Patrick bit down on his lip, his eyes wandering anywhere, trying hard not to land on Pete. He heard Pete sigh and the weight on the couch moved. "Patrick, come on, you're acting really distant from me now." Pete pleaded. Patrick's blue eyes reached Pete's brown inviting ones, glaring into them. "There's a reason for that." He muttered. Patrick stood up from the couch and stared down at his best friend. He wasn't even sure if he was his best friend anymore. Everything had gotten so freaking complicated. "Can we not talk about anything right now?" He asked, taking off his hat, fixing his hair and putting it on correctly out of nervousness.
"We're going to have to talk about it sooner or later. Tricks, why won't you just talk to me?" Patrick stared into Pete's eyes ad found them filled with concern and not with the mischief they were filled with most of the time. "Because everything is going wrong, that's why." Patrick could hear the tears in his voice and he was sure that Pete could hear it too. Pete stood and lightly grabbed him by the arms so he could stop pacing and face him. "Patrick, tell me. Is it your parents arguing? Are- are they hitting you?" Pete whispered the last question as Patrick sighed heavily. "No. They're too busy yelling and complaining about me to actually care about me. The thought of hitting me wouldn't cross their narrow minded heads." On top of feeling sorry for himself the hatred for his parents rose. He hated his life so much.
"Patrick, are you sure?" Pete pushed. "YES PETE!" Patrick snapped, his voice echoing around the wide room. Pete flinched at the sudden scream and he let go Patrick's arms. They spent a minute staring at each other, Patrick's chest heaving with anger, when the front door opened. "Hello Patrick." "Hi Mrs. Wentz." Patrick greeted the older woman as she walked through the sitting room. "Hey mom, we're going upstairs okay." Pete never took his gaze off of Patrick. "Mmkay Honey" She didn't look up from her papers to see Pete drag Patrick up the marble staircase and into his room. "What is your problem?" He asked closing his bedroom door. "You are! My stupid annoying arguing parents are! My whole life is a problem, don't you get?! I never had anything that was good in my life and when I thought something good was happening to me, I go and push it to fuck myself over!"
Patrick dropped down to Pete's, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks and the heavy sobs that he didn't dare let out was caught in his throat. Pete neared him, taking cautious steps toward his bed. Patrick stared at the floor, clutching Pete's blue bed sheets trying to steady his breathing. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked straight into Pete's eyes. Those brown pools made Patrick close his eyes and turn his head so he wouldn't have the urge to cry harder. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
Patrick's vision was blurred by his tears when Pete's voice reached his ears. "Perfect boys with perfect lives don't want to hear me sing about tragedy." He muttered his sobs at the tip of his tongue. He felt long fingers wrap around his wet chin and he was pulled to face the tan boy that could have been sculpted by God himself. "If you actually think I'm perfect then you are sadly mistaken." Patrick started to roll his eyes, turning his head in the process but Pete held a tight grip on his chin. "And I told you," Pete's thumbs brushed away the fresh tears that Patrick spilled. "I hate to see you cry." Tricks sniffled and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched upwards.
Pete's grin was wider the anything Patrick had seen it and that was pretty impossible. "Aw! Did I make Tricky smile?" Pete's contagious grin had caught on ad Patrick was sporting a smile of his own. "That's what I thought." Pete threw his arms around him, hugging him tight then pulling away when Patrick winced violently. Patrick grabbed his side lightly as Pete murmured something worriedly. "It's fine." Patrick lied. Pete lifted up Patrick's shirt and examined the big forming bruise. His fingers traveled around Patrick's skin and Patrick was trying hard to suppress the moan from the contact. "God, how pathetic am I?" He thought as he watched Pete think. "Just a simple touch makes me want him." Pete heavily sighed and muttered a string of curses. "Pete?" Pete was taken out of his concentration and saw Patrick staring at him. "Sorry, just thinking." He pulled his legs up to his chest and stared at Patrick before he remembered something.
"Oh, do you think you could sleepover on Friday?" He asked his brown eyes hopeful. Patrick nodded. "My parents made it clear that they want me out of their house, so they'll go for it. Just us two?" Pete shook his head and rested his chin on his knees. "No, I'm inviting other people. I'm inviting Andy, Joe, Ryan, and" He paused for a second, a huge grin taking up his face ad he started to twirl the corners of the blue bed spread with his now fidgety fingers. "Brendon." "Brendon?" Patrick repeated, seeing the grin on Pete's face grow wider. He nodded. "Hopefully. I've bee trying to invite him over for weeks. "Pete played with his bed sheets a Patrick tried to steady his heart. "You like Brendon?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady. "Is it that obvious?"
"Unfortunately."