Meagan slammed the pot against the counter the next morning as she cooked breakfast. She'd closed the cabinet hard enough to break the wood. She was clearly in a bad mood.

Pete glanced up from his coffee but didn't say anything. Because what the hell could he even say? He'd left her in a bar last night alone and pregnant. While he was busy giving Patrick a blowjob in the back of his car. There was no way to explain or apologize. Did they make cards for that?

Brendon groaned as he lifted his groggy head. His eyes landed on the source of all the noise and he frowned.

Patrick walked over and sat Brendon's cup of coffee down in front of him. He gave him an appreciating smile. Patrick took his seat between Brendon and Pete.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" Pete asked Patrick. As if he didn't sleep beside him last night.

"Wonderful sleep." He smiled.

He lifted his phone from its spot on the table. Sliding the screen to unlock it. Pete's eyes slid to it's corners to sneak a glance at what Patrick was doing on his phone. He almost growled when he saw he was texting the guy from the bar.

William: It's broken :(

Patrick: I'm so sorry! You shouldn't have pushed him.

William: I was trying to protect you.

Patrick laughed at the thought of needing protection from Pete. The only thing that needed protection from Pete was his heart. His body needed the opposite. It needed more of Pete. All of Pete.

Patrick: And thank you for that. But I don't need protection from him.

William: I didn't like the way he grabbed you. You shouldn't let him handle you that way.

Patrick: Thank you for your opinion.

William: Oh no. Have I offended you? I'm sorry.

Patrick: Its fine.

William: I want to see you again. Please tell me I can... :)

"Pete!" Meagan grabbed his attention.

He reluctantly looked away from the phone and at the angry woman standing in front of him.

"Yeah?"

"I was just talking to you for three straight minutes." She sighed. "You weren't listening were you?"

"Yes."

"Then what was I saying?"

Shit.

"She was talking about her hair and nails." Pete heard Patrick whisper the words.

"You were talking about your hair and nails." Pete said confidently. As if the answer were his own.

"What? No I wasn't!" She practically yelled. "I was talking about the nursery colors!"

Patrick burst out laughing. He threw his head back and the jovial sounds filled the room. He was laughing so hard that he was starting to shake. His arms clutched his midsection tightly.

"I hope you're laughing at something in that phone?" Meagan placed her hands on her hips.

"Nope." Patrick's laughter died down a little. He wiped the moisture from his eyes.

"You think it's funny that-"

"Meagan." Pete interrupted her. "Lay off him, okay?"

"Why are you always so quick to jump to his rescue?" She yelled. "You've never defended me like that!"

"Maybe it's because you're always whining." Brendon buried his face in his hands.

"Mind your business, Mr. Hangover!" She grabbed a pot and slammed it against the table. A few inches from Brendon's head. He winced.

"Shut the fuck up, Meagan."

"You shut the fuck up." Meagan shot back.

"Excuse you, bitch?"

"Don't call her that." Pete said.

"You heard me!" She smashed the egg in her hand into the empty pot. The yolk and shell splattering against the hard surface. "I'm so tired of everyone in this fucking house."

"Then leave." Brendon lifted his coffee cup and sipped.

"No. It's my got damn house! You all need to leave!"

"Meagan." Pete's tone held a warning note.

"Oh, let me guess!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "You don't want Patrick to go huh? We have to take care of him right?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Patrick is a grown ass man!" She held her palm out towards him. "Look at him! He's fine. He doesn't need taking care of!"

"He's-"

"He has enough money in the bank to move out! And if he wants to live more lavishly, you can buy him a fucking house. I just don't want him here!"

"Then it's a good thing no one gives a shit about what you want."

"Shut. Up. Brendon!"

"Meagan he just woke up from a coma-"

"And he's fine! He's drinking. He's dancing. He didn't lose his memory. He isn't sick. So the question is, why is he really here?"

"For the exact reason I said when he-"

"He's here so you can fuck him! That's why, isn't it?"

"Meagan, no."

"I know you've kissed him! I know you leave me at night to sleep with him."

"We haven't had sex." Patrick said honestly.

"You're a fucking liar!"

"He's telling the truth." Pete argued.

"No he's not." She laughed sadly. "Why else would he be here? He made you gay again!"

"You don't make someone gay." Brendon scoffed.

"Brendon, I swear to god, if you don't shut up-"

"No. I'm so sick of you parading around here like the victim when you're the fucking devil!"

"I am the victim!" She placed her hand on her chest. Smearing the bit of yolk that was on it.

"No. You're fucking not!" Patrick stood up. "Do you realize that if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even know each other? YOU got broken up with. YOU lied to everyone about Pete being a homophobe because YOUR ego was hurt. YOU are the reason we had to date. YOU tried to fuck with my head at my gallery. YOU tried to ruin our wedding. It's all you! I have no sympathy for you!"

"What?" Brendon frowned. "Y-You dated him for press?"

Patrick sighed. "Brendon, well- yes. But only for a little while. Our relationship was very real after that."

"I can't believe you wouldn't tell me that. I'm your fucking best friend."

"Yeah? Well ditto!"

"Excuse you?"

"Last I checked my best friend didn't tell me that my car accident was done on purpose."

"Don't try to flip the switch-"

"Pete!" Meagan yelled over them. "Are you going to kick him out or not?"

"I-I can't."

"You love him more don't you?"

"Meagan-"

"I hate you!" She mumbled.

She stormed out of the kitchen. Pete stood up to go after her.  Patrick grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Just let her go."

"No." Pete snatched his arm away. "That's my wife."

"Pete." Ryan was suddenly standing in the doorway. His expression impassive. "See me in your office now."

"I have to go-"

"Now."

"It'd better be fucking important." He stalked off towards the stairs.

Ryan walked in the kitchen quickly. Placing a kiss on Brendon's head. He completely ignored Patrick.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I want sex."

Ryan laughed. "I'm not having sex with you while you have a hangover." He kissed the side of his mouth. "And I have to get to a meeting upstairs."

Ryan walked out of the kitchen. Not even glancing Patrick's way.

Patrick stood staring at the door. The rejection fresh in his heart. It wasn't Ryan  that was bothering him. It was Pete. He was going to go after Meagan. He-He really love her. He turned his watery eyes on Brendon.

"Nope." Brendon stood up. Shaking his head. "We're in the middle of a very serious argument. You lied-"

"B-Bren-" His lip quivered. The tears sliding down his cheeks.

"No." He looked anywhere but at Patrick.

"H-He chose her." His voice broke on the last word.

Brendon groaned. His anger evaporating as he looked at his best friend crying. He rushed over and pulled him into a hug. Burying Patrick's head into his shoulder. He cried harder. Brendon could feel tears piercing his own eyes.

"I know." He cooed. Rubbing his back gently. "Let it out."

"Her." Patrick cried again.

"Shh." He rubbed his hair. "And I'm going to cut his dick off." He mumbled more to himself than to Patrick.

Just warning you all that I won't be able to update after I'm dead. Pls bring Pizza to my funeral. Thanks.