Ch. 6

Courtney *POV*

My eyes fluttered open in yet another unfamiliar place. I guess I fell asleep while watching a movie with Patrick. I sat up and looked around, I was alone. Patrick usually just sleeps with me on the couch when we fall asleep, that's odd. Patrick still cared enough to bring me a blanket from my bed so I wouldn't get cold, how sweet.

I got up and scratched my head, I want breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. All that was left was an empty pizza box, great. So I walked back into the livingroom and slipped on a pair of uggs and a sweatshirt. I grabbed the keys and was about to walk out the door when some one stopped me.

"Where you goin?" Pete asked rubbing his eyes. His voice was scratchy, he was definitely hung over.

"I was going to get a bagel and some juice. We still haven't gone shopping."

"I could use a coffee, wait there," Pete said half asleep and walked back into his room. When he came back he was wearing a big red coat with fur along the hood and dark sunglasses. "Let's roll."

I giggled a bit as I walked behind him, he looked ridiculous! "So how was you're night?" I asked curious to know what crazy story was behind that hang over.

"We played, we drank, we flirted, we were rejected, we drank some more, and then some more. Nothing special. I don't even remember getting home," Pete said holding his head.

"How bad is it?" I asked glancing over at him.

"My head feels like someone hit me upside the head with a sledge hammer. I think it's throbbing."

I laughed, "This is why I don't drink. Anyway the coffee will probably help. I hear people say caffeine helps."

We arrived at a little cafe and walked in. It was warm and inviting. There was the smell of freshly grounded coffee floating in the air. It was a plain little shop, the walls where a old white color and so was the counter. There were rows an rows of different kinds of dougnuts. We ordered and found a table next to the window. There was no one else here but us, it made me feel special when ever I had a restaurant or store to myself. Like I was VIP or something.

Pete took a sip of his coffee and let out a grunt, "Ohhh this feels nice, yep," he said slouching down in his seat. "So how was your night?"

"Oh my night," I let out a nervous laugh, "Nothing much, ya know. Gerard visited and fought with Patrick and then dragged me away," I said in one quick breath, then taking a sip of my juice.

Pete didn't do anything, he just took another sip of his coffee. He calmly set it down and looked me in the eyes, "Who's Gerard?"

I face palmed, "How could you forget. Junior year, he was Frankie's best friend, he was with me when I found Patrick cheating on me, we kinda had a thing."

The whole time I could see the cogs in Pete's head starting to turn. Then he jumped up with a new found burst of engery, "Wait! The guy would would always dress in black and had longish black hair?!"

"Yes! He just showed up at the apartment and then so did Patrick. Then they got in a little argument and Gerard just took my hand and ran away."

"That sounds romantic," Pete said taking another sip of his coffee. That coffee must have worked wonders beause now Pete was paying very close attention to my story.

"Yeah, but when I came home Patrick was giving me the silent treatment. I guess he was all mad because I left with Gerard. We fought, but then we made up. So it's not big deal," I said waving it off and taking a bite of my bagel.

"Wait Patrick got mad?" Pete went silent, I could almost hear the gears in his head moving this time. Then he looked like he had a revolation or something and turned to me slowly. "What was Patrick like when he saw Gerard had come to see you?

I arched an eyebrow, "What? Uhhh, he said 'Aww shit.' So I don't think he was exactly thrilled to see him. Why?"

"So Patrick was mad about him being there before Gerard pulled you away. That doesn't stick out in your mind?"

"No, what's so unusual about it? They've never liked each other. What are you getting at?"

"You know how Patrick is, he never holds a grudge against anyone. Why is it he holds one against Gerard? Why is he so special?" Pete explained with a knowing smirk on his face.

My face flushed, "It was over me..." I didn't like to think about that. I don't really think I'm that big of a deal to fight over.

"Exactly! It's because of you! Gerard coming back and woke up ancient feelings in Patrick! You are special to Patrick," Pete said softly.

I scrunched my nose, is that why Patrick was acting all weird when I got back? I let the thought settle in my mind before I undetstood what Pete was saying. "Oh you don't mean..."

"Yep, Patrick never got over you," he said with a smile.

I took another quick sip of my juice, "Wow, uhhh." I glanced at my phone, "We should get going, this was a nice chat."

I got up quickly and shot back the rest of my orange juice. I grabbed my bag and speed-walked out of the cafe. As I slung my bag over my shoulder I tried to recall the event of last night once more. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face; Patrick was jealous.

"Hey! Wait up!" Pete called from behind. He ran up next to me. "What's the rush for? Can't wait to see your lover?" he said with a smirk.

"There was one more thing I may have forgot to mention..." I said shrugging.

"What?"

"Gerard and I may have, I don't know, kissed."

"You did? But what about Patrick!?"

"I don't know what happened?! I just opened the door, then he grabbed me and shoved his tounge down my throat!"

Pete made a stink face, "Ew, can we spare the details. So whatcha gonna do?" Pete asked looking me in the eye.

"Dude, I don't know.." I said looking down. "I think I'm going to stay with Gerard. We click, I don't know how to explain it. He's so good to me too, I wouldn't want to hurt him. I mean, he came all the way out here and the first thing he does is see me."

"You do what you want, I know you and I know you'll make the right choice. Just remember we'll have to be living with a very grumpy Stump."

I sighed, "I know. It can't be that bad, Patrick isn't the kind of person to go around complaining constantly."

He scoffed, "Yeah to you. Don't worry about it, with working on our new album and you going to college I don't you'll see each other very much," Pete shrugged.

"Oh..." I said sadly. I didn't want to completely remove Patrick out of my life.

"What?"

"I just never thought about it like that. I really won't be seeing much of you guys," I said frowning, walking with my head rested on Pete's shoulder.

He laughed, "How could we forget about our special little lady? It will only be for a little while, until the album's done."

"Alright. Speaking of little ladies, how's Emma?"

"It's going, last night she texted me talking about her stupid teacher..."

The rest of the walk back we talked about Pete and Emma. Things seemed to be going pretty smoothly considering they are trying a long distance thing. I always heard those things never worked, so I never bothered with them. Anyway when we got back Joe and Patrick were still asleep; Andy was on the couch.