When Pete wakes up the next morning, he rolls over to give Patrick a kiss. But he comes face to face with a pillow instead.

His first thought goes to last night not being real or maybe Patrick regretting it, but he sees a note taped to the pillow. He opens it. Patrick's gone to get coffee and didn't want to wake him.

He sighs in relief and turns back over, opting to get some more sleep, but his phone vibrates from the nightstand. He groans but reaches over to get it.

When he checks it, it says he has a message from Mikey. His breath quickens as he unlocks his phone. The message says four little words that are surely going to make him think.

'I want you back.'

Patrick opens the door seconds later, and Pete buries himself and his phone under the covers, hoping Patrick didn't see him. He succeeds, he quickly finds out, when Patrick jumps into bed next to him, under the covers.

Patrick snuggles up to him, nuzzling the back of his neck. Pete's never loved people touching his neck, but well, Patrick's an exception.

"Morning, baby," Patrick says, gently shaking Pete. Pete acts as he's just woken up, yawning and looking at Patrick. "There's my boy,"

Pete laughs, scrunching his nose up when Patrick places a kiss on it. "I brought you some coffee," Patrick says. He stands up, and Pete notices the way he's dressed.

"Why are you dressed up?" Pete asks Patrick. Patrick shrugs.

"I'm gonna go to church," Patrick says. He's wearing a black button-up, black slacks, and a black snapback.His sleeve are rolled up since it's warm in the dorm. "I figured you probably wouldn't want to go, so I'm gonna go with Troh,"

"That's fine with me. I'm going to go back to sleep," Pete says, rolling over. Patrick laughs and places a kiss on the back of Pete's head before he closes the door behind him.

Pete signs and pulls his phone back out from under the covers. His fingers hover over the letters before he finally decides to type.

He hopes he actually believes what he's saying.

'I'm not sure if I want that.'

Patrick walks up to Joe, who's dressed the same as himself. Joe smiles.

"He thinks we're going to church. We good?" Patrick asks Joe. Joe nods.

"Good," He says. Andy walks up seconds later, dressed the same as his boyfriend and Patrick.

"Lemme guess, Wentz believed it, huh?" Andy asks. Joe nods. "Course,"

"How we doing this?" Patrick asks. Joe smiles.

"I've got a great plan,"

--

"How am I supposed to do that?" Patrick asks. Joe shakes his head.

"You fucking dork, we all know you can sing," Andy says, crossing his arms. Patrick shrugs.

"Do you think he'll say yes?" Patrick asks. Andy rolls his eyes.

"Didn't you fuck him last night?" Joe chimes in, making Patrick blush.

"No," He tries. Andy raises his eyebrows, making Patrick huff. "Yes, I fucked him last night,"

"I'm extremely proud of you, son," Joe says from behind them, patting Patrick's back. Patrick rolls his eyes.

"Fuck off," He says. Joe laughs.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get Wentz, and Andy's gonna gather as much of the junior class he can," Joe explains. Andy nods, and we all high-five before we break away.

I work on my pitch, which probably needs to be higher, as Andy and Joe kiss before going seperate ways. They make me sick sometimes with how lovey dovey they actually are.

Andy comes back ten minutes later with a bunch of guys -- Saporta, Trav, Billie, William, Biersack, Radke,, Brendon, Dallon, Kenny, Tyler, Josh, Max, Nev, Sam, Dean, and Cas -- with him. How he got them so fast, Patrick will never know.

They all look confused until Andy tells them to shut the fuck up before he kills them, to which they all obey. Joe walks up seconds later, Pete in tow.

"What's going on, Troh Fro?" Pete asks Joe. Joe laughs at the nickname -- typical Wentz -- and points at Patrick.

"Just listen," He pushes Pete up to the middle of the circle to where Patrick is.

Patrick blinks slowly before he smiles at Pete, who gives him a confused smile back. "S'going on, Stumpy?" He asks.

"I, uh, I'm supposed to sing you something, but I can't sing for shit, and even if I could, I'd be to nervous to. So I guess since everyone's here, I should just straight out ask you," Patrick explains. Andy shakes his head, disappointed that he didn't go through with the plan. "Pete Wentz, will you do me the fucking honours of being my boyfriend?"

Pete blinks and gasps. He hesitates for a second before he shakes his head and runs off. Everyone around him is quiet, and he knows there will be so many over exaggerated rumours later. So he himself runs off.

Radke laughs as soon as he leaves, and everyone glares. Hurley tries to get to him, but Biersack, Joe, and Saporta hold him back, while Travie throws Radke on the ground.

"I suggest you go," Travie says, "or I'll let Hurley do worse than I did," He threatens. Radke scrambles up and runs away, not looking back.

"So, I got Pete, you got Patrick?" Joe asks. Andy nods as his friends let go of him.

Saporta stops him with a hand on his shoulder. "Just let Stump know that if he gets over Wentz, I'd let him fuck me any day," Andy laughs and rolls his eyes.

"You're not his type, my man," He smiles at Gabe, who frowns.

"What's his type?" Gabe asks. Andy laughs again.

"Wentz," He says simply before running off to find Patrick.

okay so sorry there was peterick @ the beginning & they fucked but pete's got some shit to figure out -- mostly mikey or patrick

plus idk how i'm feeling, but i might write a bit of andtrick in the next chap

honestly fav ship right there but peterick is close

any ways okay bye

(sorry for the late update)