Mikey's POV

I twist the titanium wedding band on my finger and ignore the banging on the door. Ever since we got back off our honeymoon I've locked myself in here. My office. In here I have my bass and a mini fridge. There's a ensuite bathroom as well and some cushions to sleep on. Well, when I can sleep.

"Please Mikey it's been three weeks! Talk to me!" I ignore Alicia and her attempts to make contact with me. I've barely moves from this spot. I just keep thinking about what I did. How can anyone expect me to face the world when someone that's already suicidal, might be dead because of me?

I can't go out and face my own wife. I don't love her. I take off my ring and fling it across the room. It flies into the wall and falls to the floor. That's one half of my plan. Now for the other. Taking a deep breath I open the door. Alicia watches me in silence as I start to pack. I pack clothes and as many belongings as I can. Walking back into my office and pick up my bass.

"Mikey." I turn and look at her. "Alicia."

"Where are you going?" I sigh and look down at my bare finger. She follows my gaze and looks away. "I'm sorry Alicia. I'm leaving. I don't love you anymore."

"Did you ever love me?" She asks. I nod. "Yes. I did." With that I kiss her softly and leave. Pulling out my phone I call the only person that can help me right now.

G: hello?

M: Gee..I..I..I left Alicia. I have some stuff with me. Please can I stay with you until I find somewhere else?

G: surely we can ask her to leave? It is your apartment.

M: no. She can have it. There are memories in there that I don't want. They need to be forgotten.

G: you fucked up. Again.

M: I know. I love him. I don't love her. I love him.

G: say it.

M: I just did!

G: out loud.

M: fine. I DON'T LOVE ALICIA!

G: then who do you love?

M: I AM IN LOVE WITH PETE WENTZ!

"Oh really?" Oh shit.

M: Gee, gotta go. I'll be at yours later.

"Yes really." He leans against a wall and smirks at me. "That's interesting. Very interesting."

"Please don't tell him Patrick." I plead. "And why shouldn't I?"

"Because I want to tell him myself." I admit, biting my lip. Patrick smiles. "All right. You got two weeks and you need to apologise. Otherwise I'll tell him."

"Thank you! Thank you!" I shout running up the street and round the corner. Once he's out of my sight I slow down and walk the rest of the way. Holy shit that was close.

"Hey Mikes!" My brother greets me as I enter his apartment. The door swings closed behind me and my bags drop to the floor. "Gee..." I start before bursting into tears. His arms wrap around me protectively and I sob into his shoulder. He doesn't ask me to speak and I don't make any attempt to. We just stand there in his hallway as I squeeze every last drop of moisture in my body, out of my tear ducts.

After many minutes I calm down enough to walk into the living room. I collapse on the couch and bring my brother down with me. "Did I make the right choice?" I ask. Gerard nods. "Yes. You said you don't love Alicia and if you really love Pete then you should tell him. Or at least apologise first. If you apologise then he might forgive you. I don't actually think you should tell him that you love him untill he forgives you. You might scare him off. As for Alicia...get a divorce and stay here until you find somewhere else to live. We can go get your other shit whenever you want. Maybe tomorrow would be good, Frank has the day off so he should be able to help us."

I nod and smile a little, shit that reminds me, I forgot about school. I was a bit busy getting married and ignoring the world. "Coffee?" I nod again and hold a cushion close to my body, letting my silent tears fall onto the fabric.

Pete's POV

He wants me dead. Or at least he did. I doubt his feelings have changed over the past three weeks. After he said that he stormed out of the church with Alicia trailing after him. Eventually everyone except Brendon and Ryan left. They came up to my crumpled body in the middle of the aisle and just held me. Held me as I cried.

I was a mess, I still am. "Pete? You wanna come out?" Ryan asks. I look at him from my bed and shrug. "Maybe. When you going?"

"An hour. We're just going to the park, Bren keeps bugging me to go on the swings and there's only so many times I can threaten to hit him with a pan." I giggle. "Only if I can bring my speaker." I gesture to my speaker charging in the corner. "Sure, maybe if it's loud enough we can block out his whining." We both laugh.

"You talking about me?" Brendon asks, poking his head through the gap created from Ryan's hand resting on his hip. "Of course not. But could you kindly remove your head from my armpit?" Ryan rolls his eyes. Brendon wriggles his head out and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. "Sorry babe. Are you coming Pete?"

They both refocus their attention on me. I lift my arms up and make grabby hands. "If you help me up I will. Upsies, upsies." They both take one hand and pull me up with such force, we all end up in a giggling, gay heap on the floor. "We're all a bit fucked." Ryan giggles. "I'm not." I grunt, placing my hands on Brendon's thighs, using them as leverage to stand up.

Brendon inhales and holds it, trying not to curse. I'm a heavy motherfucker. "You're a heavy motherfucker." Brendon says. Leaving those two on the floor, I unplug my speaker and walk out, making sure to step on Brendon's feet as I leave.

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Once we reach the park Brendon leaves us for the swings. "Hey, don't scare any kids!" Ryan shouts after him. Brendon shoots him the finger as he runs. I wait for my speaker to connect and turn on. "Ryan it's not working!" I pout. He takes it from me and inspects it. "It's a little dented. Yeah, it's fucked. Do you know why?" I shake my head then stop. "Umm...I might've thrown it at the wall I few times." I say sheepishly.

"You twat." Ryan hands it back and rolls his eyes but a small smile tugs at his lips. "Maybe if you look back there enough you might find a brain." I snort. "You really need to stop. You're shit at getting phrases right." He giggles. I nod "yeah I know. Blame my mom, she brought me up wrong."

We hear shouts of alarm coming from the fenced play area. Ryan takes off in a run. I hear a distant "Brendon stop terrorising the kids!" from him and laugh. He's so special. "You might wanna go save him, kids could be in danger." A deep voice sounds behind me.

A deep familiar voice. A deep familiar voice that I've tried to deny and feelings for, for the past five years.