I'm having ideas for this. Also, are there any oneshots that you like that I made in particular? I'm gonna change the one at the front of the book to make a better impression tbh cuz Don't Make A Sound wasn't that good

Ship: Mikey/Pete/Patrick
Words: 538

"WAIT!"

Patrick.

I choke back another sob and once I drop my shaky hands, I look back at him, my back hunched, shivering with tears falling from my eyes and my hair an absolute mess. He's covered in at least three layers like he always is, fear in his eyes and his hands reaching out for me.

"Pete, please, I love you, don't do this."

I let out a shudder and without another thought, I fall from the ledge, back to the roof of the building, shivering and shuddering and shaking and everything seems to go black at the edges and I'm breathing really fast and all I can hear is.

"I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Sorry."

And.

"Shh, I know, you're okay. You're gonna be okay, it's okay, shh. I love you."

And then it goes black.

***

When I stir awake, I'm covered in blankets. The ceiling to our apartment is above us and I can hear yelling.

Patrick and Mikey.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far, I was just..."

"What? You were just getting high with Gerard again? You nearly killed him!" Patrick growls, "you need to go back into rehab please."

"I can't, okay? I just... I can't. It's okay. I swear. You know we wouldn't be able to afford it anyways. And I know I'm not the only one, Patricia."

I hear Patrick gasp and I know Mikey's gotten to him, too. I also know that if I don't stop Patrick now, he'll end up killing our boyfriend.

I open my eyes and sit up, throwing the blankets off to run forward and hug Patrick. Wide eyes, agape mouth, hands in fists. Mikey's covering his mouth, realizing what he's said.

"Shut up, both of you." I bark, pulling away from Patrick, "We're all fucked up right now and we can't fix it at the moment so we'll just have to make do. Okay?"

Mikey lowers his head and I see Patrick pulling up his sleeve and scratching at his sleeve with his own head down in shame. I quickly stop him, though. It's always been a habit when he gets self-conscious or someone mentions who he is under all the layers he puts on himself.

"I'm sorry." Mikey whispers, "I'm sorry I took it too far. I really am trying to get better, I swear."

"I know." I reply, cutting him off. After a moment when there is no sound, I walk forward and hug Mikey close, kissing him on the lips before collapsing in his arms and taking deep breaths to calm myself.

It's not long before Patrick joins, hugging me from behind and I break. Right then and there, the tears return and through my sobs, I whimper out a small, "I love you both so much."

They say the same back, and I just hope we've healed for the time being.