I'm gonna say there's a little tw on here but not a lot

Patrick is on the roof of the music wing, his legs dangling over the side, a cigarrette between his lips. No one knows, but Patrick is contemplating jumping.

He probably won't, doesn't have the guts. Maybe it's because he knows no one will miss him. Still, it's so easy. All he has to do is move about three inches, and he'll fall about thirty feet.

Probably won't die, but there's a chance. At most, he'll break an ankle, maybe a leg. Maybe he'll get to go home, back to Chicago.

That's his real home, the only place he wants to be right now. Well, he'd like to be in Pete's arms, too.

But that's not going to happen. Patrick's in love with Pete, he can admit it, and Pete's basically disappeared because he wants to avoid Patrick.

Great.

Patrick flicks the cigarrette, watches it get smaller. It's how he feels right about now. When he blows out a puff of smoke, it feels like he's letting out all of the bad vibes he's had lately.

He throws the cigarette off of the roof and then lies back. He sighs as his feet kick back and forth. Maybe he should jump.

"Stump, what the fuck are you doing?" A voice asks. Patrick gulps. He didn't think anyone would see him. If they did, why would they care?

"Relaxing," He mumbles back. The voice comes closer, taking a seat beside him.

"Be careful, dude. You're awful close to the edge," The guy says. Patrick isn't really sure who it is, doesn't recognise the voice. He realises it's probably someone younger that knows him because he's the star of the team.

"What's your name?" Patrick asks, eyes on the sky.

"My name's Ryan," He says. "And I think you're a beast at hockey,"

Patrick was right. That's how the kid knows him. "Thanks," Patrick says. The guy lies beside him.

"So I saw what happened with you and Wentz. Don't worry about him, dude. He's just in love with Way," Ryan tries. Patrick actually laughs.

"Pete's definitely over Mikey," Patrick says confidently. "I know it,"

"Then why is this on Mikey's snapchat story?" Ryan asks. Patrick sits up, as does Ryan, to see the picture.

It's of Pete and Mikey kissing, Mikey's hand at the back of Pete's neck. What a bottom. But it doesn't look like Pete knows the picture's being taken.

The caption says 'glad to have this babe back xx.' Patrick's jaw clenches. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it, taking a huge breath of it in.

He lets it out through his nose. "Leave," He says. Ryan's eyebrows raise.

"Excuse me?" Ryan asks. Patrick holds the cigarrette between his index finger and his thumb.

"I don't want to be rude, but I'm about to say a bunch of choice words. I'd like you to leave," Patrick says more polite.

Ryan nods and stands up, backing all the way up to the roof door so he can keep an eye on Patrick. He doesn't say anything, just opens the door and leaves.

"Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!" Patrick yells as soon as the door closes. He throws his cigarette down, stomping on it. "It's always fucking me!"

Patrick sits back down and pulls at his hair. The door opens about twenty minutes later, and the person he wants to see the least is standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Patrick asks in much nastier tone than he expected. Pete doesn't flinch. "Come to rub in my face that you're back with Mikey?"

That gets Pete's attention. "Who told you I was back with Mikey?" Pete asks immediately. Patrick shrugs.

"What's it matter? I know you are, so leave so I can get over you," Patrick says a little quieter. Pete approaches him, sits down next to him, grabs one of his hands.

"I'm not with Mikey," Pete says. Patrick snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Tell that to someone who will fall for your tricks," Patrick laughs. Pete's eyebrows raise.

"Patrick, who told you I was with Mikey?" Pete asks again. Patrick huffs.

"It's on Mikey's story," Patrick whispers. Pete's mouth drops open, and then he's reaching in his pocket, grabbing his phone. When he finally gets to the story, his jaw clenches.

"What the fuck?" Pete yells. Patrick jumps. "Patrick, shit, I told him I didn't want to get back together with him. I told him I was through. He kissed me!" Pete says.

"Yeah, yeah. What's today? April Fools? I'm not getting my hopes up for them to hit the ground again, Pete," Patrick says. Pete sighs.

"Patrick," Pete says, taking his hands, "you might not know this, but I'm an idiot. I'm so much of an idiot. I shouldn't have rejected you in front of all of our friends,"

"You don't fucking say," Patrick says sarcastically.

"Really, Patrick, please. Give me another chance. Make me beg you," Pete says. "Because I will. I'll get down right here and beg you until I die. I'll do whatever you want,"

"Whatever I want, huh?" Patrick asks, raising an eyebrow. Pete hits his shoulder lightly.

"Okay, I didn't mean it that way, but yeah, I will," Pete says. "Let me take you on one date, please,"

"One date. If something goes wrong, I'm never speaking to you again," Patrick promises. Pete laughs.

"Can I kiss you now?" Pete asks. Patrick shakes his head.

"Nope. Because I'm going to kiss you," Patrick says, and then he leans in and kisses Pete.

So maybe they weren't perfect. They definitely weren't perfect. But they were perfect together.

Which is exactly why ten years later, when Patrick proposed to his boyfriend, Pete said yes. They got married and lived happily ever after.

Well, after Patrick had a scare with lung cancer because he smoked so much. But he quit, and surprisingly, so did Joe.

Which reminds me. Joe and Andy also got married. The same day as Pete and Patrick. A double wedding.

They all fucking lived happily ever after.

the end k

alright I liked this bye read THIRTY DAYS !!'