HAPPY BIRTHDAY PSTUMP YOU MOTHERFUCKING GORGEOUS MAN.

the pic above is what pete wore. thanks for not killing me yet.

"Peter was a good man. He was the best possible father he could ever be. He died at a--" I didn't need to hear the rest.

He was just going to say some shit about him dying too young. I don't need to hear that.

I'm standing way away from everyone. They're all up by the casket, which was closed for ominous reasons, but I stand back simply because I want to.

Someone walks up and stands beside me, blowing on his hands and then rubbing them together. I don't turn my head to look at him. "Cold day, yeah?" The voice is all but familiar.

I turn my head to see a guy with an almost shaved head, but the hair that isn't shaved is curly as hell. He has a small beard and wears sunglasses. As he clings to his suit jacket and very tight, plaid shirt, I think.

If Pete wasn't in that casket and dead, I would think it was him. It's not, though; can't be.

"You gonna say something, Pattycakes?" The guy asks. I feel my mouth drop open, my eyes widening. No fucking way. "You're confused, yeah?" I nod my head, making him laugh. He throws an arm around me and kisses my temple. "Missed you, sweetheart,"

"You're.." I trail off, pointing at the casket. He laughs again and shakes his head.

"Nope, I'm here, baby," He smiles and points back at where they're having his fucking funeral. "Watch,"

I turn my attention back to the priest that keeps droning on. And then Andy tackles Rian, telling him he's under arrest for the assault and the attempt of first degree murder.

"This was all a setup," I say finally. Pete nods as he pulls me into a hug. "You scared the shit out of me for nothing!" I accuse, hitting his arm.

"You left me, though. I had the right," He says back, grabbing me, disabling me from hitting him again.

"I'm sorry for that, Pete. I'll never leave you again," I say, kissing his forehead.

"It's okay, Patrick," He says, hugging me again.

"Kiss him already!" Joe yells from his car, hand in Andy's. They both smile and give Pete a thumbs up.

"Can I?" He asks, brushing his finger over my bottom lip.

"If you don't, I'll kill you," I say, smiling like a goofball because I'm fucking happy for the first time in a month.

He doesn't say anything else. He just kisses me. I don't know how long we stood out there, but I know that I wouldn't trade this for the world.

THE END

i redeemed myself, bitches.

goodbye.

as always,

thanks for all of your support,

bay xx

fin.