Patrick was over this whole fucking thing. He didn't need every move he made to be photographed or recorded just to be thrown back into his face. He didn't need to be told that he'd make a horrible father. He knew that already! He didn't plan on having kids before he found out Meagan was pregnant. Which is why he was happy as hell to be gay. No pun intended.

He couldn't believe that bitch of an interviewer. She went straight for his neck as soon as the cameras started rolling. Purposely calling him Stump instead of Wentz. She didn't even shake his fucking hand! If that was the type of people they employed at E! then he wanted nothing to do with the station. They were probably as bad as Fox news. He never wanted to be interviewed by them again.

He never wanted to be interviewed period. It was like his life was a bad reality TV show. Nothing they did could just stay between them. Why did they always have to dress in the latest fashions? Or act a certain way outside of the house? Or report back to the public on every move they made?

This was their private lives, damnit!

Patrick didn't want a relationship where he'd have to appear on TV every time something happened. Why couldn't he and Pete just be a normal fucking couple? This shit was way too stressful.

"Patrick!"

Pete was suddenly behind him. He wasn't sure if his voice made him calm down or feel even more anxious. Maybe a little of both if that made sense. He spun around to face him. Not sure what to expect. Would he be angry because of the picture? Would he be annoyed because he stormed off?

"I'm sorry." That was always the best go to response.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I-I don't?"

"No." He shook his head sadly. Patrick's eyes fluttered shut as Pete pulled him into a hug. "I shouldn't have brought you into such a hostile setting. I had no idea it was going be be like that."

"Pete I don't know if I can do this." He mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's okay." Pete stroked his hair gently. "We can go home right now. Fuck this whole interview."

"I'm not talking about the interview."

Pete paused his hand but didn't let go of Patrick.

"Then what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about us."

"We're not doing this-"

Patrick pulled away to look at Pete's face. The emotionless expression he was wearing made Patrick feel uncomfortable.

"I can't live the life you live. I can't be in the spotlight all of the time. I can't have cameras constantly watching me. Or people always judging me. Gossip stations always flashing my pictures and saying my name-"

"Cut the bullshit." Pete interrupted him.

"I'm glad you think my emotions are bullshit."

"I think your excuses are bullshit. Because that's all you keep doing. Using lame excuses for why you can't be with me."

"That's not-"

"What happened to the for better or worse thing? You changed your mind about that part?"

"Don't you dare use that against me."

"Why is your first instinct to leave? After all we've been through, you'd think you would want to stay and fight."

"I just don't want to do these interviews anymore. Or photoshoots-"

"Then fuck them." Pete snapped. "We don't have to do this shit."

"Ryan said you have to do damage control on the bad press."

"I don't have to do anything. I'm going to be rich either way. It's just be a loss of a couple million dollars."

"It's not just that. I don't want to be recorded and video taped and photographed everywhere I fucking go!" He reached over to grab his face in his hands. Staring deep into Pete's dark eyes. "I want to have a normal relationship with you!"

"There's no such thing as a normal relationship." Pete stared back with dulled eyes.

"Yes there is! It's just impossible to have one with a famous billionaire!"

"Look," He ripped Patrick's hands away from his face. "Either you love me enough to deal with all the baggage, or you don't."

"It's not that simple."

"It's totally that simple."

"I love you, I just don't love this!" He motioned around them at nothing in particular. "Maybe I'm not cut out for the life you live-"

"You know what?" Pete inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly. His eyes snapped back to Patrick's. His expression hardened. "I'm not dealing with this whiny shit."

The hurt hit Patrick like two trains coming from both sides of the track. Yes, he'd just been saying the same thing. But it didn't feel good to have it thrown back at him.

"It's always a new drama with you every single day. You told me to pick and I did. And now you want to try and leave me after I picked you? Hell no."

"I-"

"You're not leaving me. I revolved too much of my life around you. I'm not going to give you up."

"Pete-"

"Some people like to say if you love something you should let it go. But fuck that! Why the hell should I let go of someone I worked so hard to get? Someone I hurt for. Someone I begged for. Someone I gave my whole got damn heart to. It'll be a cold day in hell before I just let you walk out on me because some bitchy reporter hurt your feelings." His hand stretched out and grabbed Patrick's. Warmth spread through him as he intertwined their fingers. "So until I see the devil purchasing parkas, you're not going anywhere."

Patrick laughed. He couldn't help it.

"You're an asshole."

"And you're stuck with me."

"I'm really tired of feeling hurt, Pete."

"I'm not about to lie and tell you you'll never be hurt again. This isn't some romance novel from the fifties where we get hitched and live a perfect life. Shit gets hard in real life. You don't think that sometimes I want to just quit this all and become an accountant?"

Patrick laughed again. "It'd make things so much easier."

"I'm not really good at math."

Patrick laughed harder. This time tears sparked to his eyes. He didn't know if they were happy or sad tears.

"Stop putting me in these fucking situations." He sniffed.

"I'll try my hardest." Patrick nodded at his words. "I love you, okay?"

He nodded again. "I love you too."

Pete broke into a lopsided grin. He tightened his hand in Patrick's and pulled him closer. So they were chest to chest. Nose to nose.

"I'm completely ignoring the fact that you kissed that man."

Patrick felt himself sigh.

"Thank-"

"If you talk to him again, I'll beat the living shit out of him. If you go near him, I'll break his fucking arms and legs. If you touch him." Pete paused to take a deep breath. "I'll kill him."

The words were whispered with so much calm and confidence that it scared Patrick. And he wasn't even the one being threatened. There was no doubt in his mind that Pete could actually do it.

"I'll stay away from him." He promised.

"I love you." He said again. Pursing his lips against Patrick's.

Patrick smiled agaisnt his mouth. He could feel butterflies filling his stomach. Everything was going to be okay now.

"You're insane." He laughed lightly.

Pete laughed too. But the word stuck with him. Insane. Was he insane? He thought back to his threat. That didn't sound like the words of a sane person. Maybe he was insane. But only for Patrick.

*Goes to watch Patrick Stump sing Uma Thurman acoustic on YouTube*
*Watches his perfection*
*Cries*
*Listens to the way he says the word MIRACLE*
*Dies a little bit*
*Comes Back*
*Watches again*
*Cries more*
*Writes new chapter while crying*

Enjoy!