Author's Note:

Description: Part two of 'How Could You'... Not sure how else to explain it lmao

Word Count: 1052

Thank you for reading c: !

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-Three Months Later-

Patrick walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, a blank stare on his face the entire time. He hadn't smiled in weeks. Why would he? The only thing that brought him happiness was now gone, forever. Patrick walked up to the fridge and pulled it open, seeing it was almost empty.

Pete was the one that would always do the grocery shopping while Patrick was at work. And when Patrick came home there'd be a cooked meal waiting for him. Then after dinner he and Pete would cuddle in bed and watch lame movies they found on Netflix.

It was almost seven, and he hasn't eaten all day, so he decided to go to the small convenience store down the street. He closed the fridge and walked back to his room, changing out of his sweatpants and T-shirt and into a pair of black jeans and a grey sweater

He finally pulled on his black converse before grabbing his keys and going out the front door. He got into the elevator and pressed for the ground floor. It soon came to a stop on the third floor, the landlord walking in and standing next to Patrick. "Oh, I was just about to come over." He said, pressing the button for the elevator to close.

Patrick mentally cursed himself, wishing he'd taken the stairs. "You're late on rent, again." The man, Nathan, spoke up again. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm dealing with a lot and I just got fired, and I haven't been getting out much, I've just been inside all day." Patrick admit to him, a frown on his face.

Nathan looked at him, sympathy crossing his features, which Patrick hated. He was a failure, he didn't need people's sympathy. He didn't deserve it. If he just worked harder everything would be better, but he just didn't have the motivation. "I'm giving you two extra weeks, if you don't have it by then, well..." Nathan trailer off, but Patrick already knew what he was going to say.

"You're going to kick me out." He mumbled, staring at the ground with a blank expression. Nathan sighed and nodded, just as the elevator came to a stop. The two men got off and went their separate ways, Patrick leaving the building, and Nathan going deeper into it.

Patrick took a deep breath as he walked outside and into the fresh air. He hadn't left his apartment for almost a week. He'd just lay in bed all day, only leaving to go to the bathroom or get something to eat.

He continued walking down the street and towards the convenience store. He eventually saw it and hurried inside, desperate to get out of the cold air. As he walked in the bell above the door chimed, causing the cashier to look up and give him a nod.

Patrick forced a smile as he walked by the old man, making his way towards the shelf of instant ramen. He grabbed a few different flavours, along with two bottles of Gatorade before going up to the counter. He set the things down and pulled out his wallet as the man scanned his items.

As Patrick pulled out a few dollars he heard the bell chime, indicating somebody else had walked in. Patrick glanced at the door for a moment, only catching a glimpse of two people, one tall and the other short.

He had to do a double take to notice it was Pete and Mikey. The former of the two looked up and locked eyes with Patrick, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words to say.

Pete turned back to the counter and grabbed his things before throwing down ten dollars and mumbled a thank you. He looked down at the ground as he walked by the couple, hurt and anger rushing through him.

"Patrick, wait!" A voice, Pete, called as he walked out of the store. Patrick took a sigh and turned around, a glare on his face as he stared at Pete. "Hi," he spoke, a shy smile on his face. "Hi." Patrick replied with venom laced in his words.

"How've you been?" Pete asked, trying to make small talk. But Patrick let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Seriously? Did you just ask me that?" Patrick asked with a scoff, stepping towards the shorter man.

Pete frowned, guilt filling him. Patrick spoke up again, not even trying to hide the anger in his voice. "Let's see, first you fucking cheat on me while I'm trying to provide everything I can for you.

"After I kicked you out I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I lost my job, which means I don't have an income. And because I don't have a fucking income I can't pay for the apartment.

"And I'm going to get kicked out if I can't come up with a thousand dollars in two weeks. So I'm fucking perfect." Patrick snapped. "I know this won't mean anything to you, but I'm so fucking sorry." Pete whispered, tears falling down his face.

"No, you don't deserve to cry. You did this to yourself, you should've known the consequences." Patrick growled before turning and walking away. As he walked he felt someone pull him back by the wrist. He was spun around to face Pete.

"I know this is all my fault, and I regret everything every fucking day. I love you so much but I let my own needs get in the way, and I didn't even think about how it would affect us." Pete told him, his voice cracking near the end.

"You used present tense." Patrick whispered, "when you said love." Pete let go of Patricks wrist and looked up at him, a small smile forming on his face. "Because I still love you. I never stopped."

"If you loved me you wouldn't of cheated on me." Patrick said before turning and walking away again, and this time Pete didn't stop him. He just watched as the man he loved walked away from him.

"Are you okay?" A voice broke Pete out of his thoughts. He turned around to see Mikey, a worried look on his face. "Yeah," Pete forced a smile, "everything's okay."