So Pete and Mikey start dating. No big deal. Except Patrick doesn't really like it.

He had a doctor's appointment the other day that Andy and Joe went with him to because Pete and Mikey had a dinner date. He's doing better. Still can't walk on his leg, but his lost one of his crutches, so go him.

The point, though, is that Patrick's never really realised how jealous he is of Michael James Way until now. He really shouldn't be.

He's rich, Mikey's not. He's a hockey player, Mikey's not. He's got tons of guys and girls pining over him, Mikey doesn't.

But what Mikey does have, is Pete. Patrick doesn't. Who cares, right? I mean, Patrick's got Bob, one of the highest paid actors in the business. But the problem is that's not really who he wants. He's just come to terms with that, actually.

So does it make him a bad person if he wants to keep Mikey as far away as possible? Kind of.

So he maybe, sort of, pays Mikey to leave. Make up a lie and go start a life with some douche.

When Mikey tells Pete the next day that they should break up because he has to go across the world to model, Patrick wasn't expecting the answer Pete gave.

"I can come with you," Pete suggests. Patrick's eyes widen, as do Mikey's. Mikey looks to Patrick for some kind of help, but the latter just shrugs.

"Pete, that's not a good idea. We aren't that serious yet. I don't want to hurt you when this relationship doesn't work out. I'm sorry, I really did like you," Mikey explains. Pete's head drops.

"Can I visit you, then?" He asks, head shooting back up, a grin playing on his face.

"Pete, I'm breaking up with you," Mikey tries again. Pete frowns.

"But you said you really like me," Pete says, clearly not understand this whole thing.

"I did, Pete, but you know this is my future we're talking about," Mikey tells him. Pete shakes his head.

"Did? You were supposed to be my future. I was alone before you came," Pete says. Mikey swallows visibly.

"I'm sorry, Pete," He kisses Pete's cheek before saying a goodbye to the rest of the staff.

Pete runs upstairs as soon as Mikey's gone, not saying a word to anyone. Patrick sighs before making his way up the stairs slowly.

Twenty minutes later, Pete opens the door to an out of breath Patrick knocking. He sighs before flopping back onto the guest bed. Patrick shuts the door behind him, lying down beside Pete. They stare at the ceiling.

"You're wearing his hoodie," Patrick notes. Pete nods.

"I know,"

They stay silent for a while before Patrick turns to face Pete, the latter noticing and doing the same.

"Are you okay?" Patrick asks after staring into Pete's eyes for a long time, while Pete's danced across his face as if he was trying to memorise every detail of Patrick's face.

"Not really, no," Pete says honestly. Patrick nods.

"I wouldn't expect you to. He broke up with you yesterday," Patrick tells him. Pete's eyebrows furrow.

"Yesterday?" Pete asks. Patrick nods.

"It's, like, two in the morning. We've been here for a while,"

"Your eyes are beautiful," Pete says suddenly, and all thoughts fly out of Patrick's head as they subconsciously lean forward until their foreheads are touching.

Patrick watches Pete dose off sometime later before moving to press Pete's back against his front, throwing an arm over his waist. Pete snuggles into him somehow through the night.

That's how Andy and Joe find them, 'aww'ing almost silently at the sight. Joe smiles.

"They're so cute," He comments. Andy nods.

"I'd watch their porn," Andy adds. Joe's mouth drops open before he giggles. Andy joins in as they shut the door, walking hand in hand back to Andy's room. "Real talk, though. Who tops and who bottoms?"

[rlly now andy we had this conversation last chapter]

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So, somehow, Pete kind of gets over Mikey. I guess whoever said it took twenty-one days to break a bad habit was right.

Patrick's slowly walking now, with little to no help. Pete's proud, grinning and smiling, the little crinkle by his eyes back now. Patrick thinks he's actually happy.

Patrick's initial recover time, it seems, he isn't going to make. It's been three and a half months, and he's just now walking. The doctor says it'll probably be another month before he can actually run and then another before he can play hockey again.

Needless to say, Patrick's getting bored. There's nothing to do besides relax in the hot tub, sleep, lie on the couch, and fuck you if you mention movies, he's seen enough of those for the rest of his life.

Now, he just finds Pete and snuggles with him every chance he gets, Bob be damned. He hasn't seen him in at least a month, Bob claiming to be 'seriously busy, babe, I'm sorry'. Patrick's damn near tired of it.

Andy and Joe aren't satisfied with the way Patrick and Pete are basically side stepping their love for each other. 'Fuck Bob,' Andy had said, 'for keeping them away from each other.'

So Andy hauls Patrick up the stairs one day, getting him dressed in some black mid-thigh shorts, a pair of Nike socks that come up past his ankles, a plaid button down, a bow tie, and some funny looking shoes. Joe dresses Pete in a pair of tight skinny jeans, a band shirt, and some combat boots.

("I look like a fucking white teenage boy," Patrick had whined. Andy smirked.

"You're white, you're a guy, and you look like you're twelve," Andy says, laughing at Patrick's pout.)

They set up a candlelit dinner on Patrick's roof, under the stars. Why on his roof, you may ask? Patrick's roof is the best place for having dinner and making out in privacy. Just ask Andy and anyone Andy's ever fucked.

Seriously, what could go wrong?