"Oh my god, Pete," Those are just a few of the breathy moans I hear as I make my way through the house and to the bedroom.

"Shut up, I think I heard something."

"It's fine, he's not supposed to be back 'til tonight, just... oh god."

I push open the door and glare right at the bed where Pete is over Mikey, thrusting.

"Get the fuck out before I hurt you." I growl, glaring right at Pete who immediately turns and pales.

He scrambles out of bed with his clothes and past me out to the front door with one last apologetic look at Mikey. He knows how mad I can get when I want to.

"P-Patrick."

"What the hell was that?" I say, hostility thick in my voice.

"I-I didn't--"

"You thought you could just do that behind my back? THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST CHEAT ON ME WITH A FUCKBOY? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING MIKEY?"

"AT LEAST HE'S HERE FOR ME WHEN I NEED HIM!" Mikey yells back, tears lacing his eyes, "At least I can talk to him about what I want to when I want to."

I open my mouth to reply but I'm stumped. There's nothing I can say. He's right. Ever since I took up the new job, I've barely been talking to him. Barely seen him.

"You know what?" He chokes, "Just forget it."

Mikey crawls out of bed and swiftly dresses, "I'm leaving. I can't fucking do this anymore.

"Mikey-"

"Shut up, Patrick!" He barks, wiping tears from his eyes before he goes to the door and swings it open, "We're over."

He slams the door shut and my heart shatters in my chest along with it.