"What are you doing here?" Patrick asked when he finally managed to get Brendon off the stage.

Of course he let him sing his song first. Brendon wouldn't have it any other way. It didn't help that the crowd loved him. The drunken bunch yelling encore only made it twice as hard to get him to come down.

But talking to Brendon wasn't as helpful as he thought it would be. Because, while Patrick wasn't completely sober himself, Brendon was completely wasted. And every second Patrick spent talking to him, killed his buzz a little more. Drunk Brendon could sober anyone up.

"Having fun!" He yelled. The crowd cheered.

"Brendon, who are you here with?"

"You're Pattycakes, right?"

"I'm Patrick. I'm your best friend."

"Good. You're cute."

"Brendon, how much did you drink?"

"Yes." He nodded.

Patrick sighed. "Is Ryan here-"

"There you are." Ryan cut through the crowd and grabbed Brendon's arm. "I have been looking everywhere."

"Hey, Ryan." Patrick muttered.

"Oh shit! Hey, Pat. What are you doing here?"

"Having my date?" He motioned towards William. Who was sitting at one of the tables. "Remember?"

"Oh yeah! But I didn't know it was here. Pete said..." He trailed off. Thinking something over. "He asked us here. To ruin your date, didn't he?"

"Probably." Patrick nodded. "But that's not going to happen. We were just leaving anyway."

"You're going home with him? You don't even know him!"

"You sound like, Pete."

"And you're not sober enough to make smart decisions."

"Ry, please." Patrick scoffed. "Your hypocrisy is showing."

"At least when I did it, I did it because I thoroughly enjoyed it. You're doing it to get back at Pete. And it's going to backfire."

"I may not be a man whore like you are, Ry. But trust me, I will enjoy it."

Ryan drew back as if he'd been slapped. His gaze hardened. "Really, Pat?"

Regret fueled him as soon as the words left his mouth. But he didn't take them back. And he didn't apologize. He and Ryan stood there staring at each other.

"You're sexy." Brendon's slur broke the tense silence. He snuggled into Ryan's neck. "Are you single?"

"No." Ryan snatched his glare from Patrick to smile down at the drunk Brendon. "And my fiance is crazy enough to kill.

"Aw." Brendon pouted, kissing his neck." What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Ryan laughed. "Come on," He grabbed Brendon's hand. "I'm taking you home."

"Woot woot!" He fist pumped his free hand in the air.

Ryan began pulling him through the crowd. But then he stopped to look back at Patrick.

"I don't know what happened to you during that coma. But you woke up a real dick." And they were gone.

Patrick rolled his eyes. Ryan was such a drama queen. But he wasn't going to let it ruin his night. He rushed over to the table William was waiting at. Lifting up the drink in front of him and finishing it off.

"Hey!" William giggled. "I was drinking that."

"Let's go." Patrick pulled him out of the chair.

"Whoa." He giggled again. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Patrick pulled the laughing man through the crowd of drunk people. Which was more difficult than Ryan made it look with Brendon. People were nudging and elbowing them as they traveled to the exit.

"Patrick?" Pete's deep voice echoed through his head.

Damn! He looked to the left where Pete was quickly approaching them. Maneuvering through the easily. Somehow managing to stand out against the taller people.

Patrick stopped and waited for him to approach. It was clear that Pete wasn't happy. His lip was set in a grim line. He came to a halt when he was about a foot away from them.

"What do you want, Pete?" Patrick asked.

"This is Pete?" William raised an eyebrow. Unimpressed.

"Who the hell is this clown?" Pete's eyes flicked towards William, but only for a second.

"I'm his new boyfriend."

William placed his arm around Patrick's waist. Pulling him closer. His hand snaked around to rest against the front of his hip. He let his thumb hook around his belt loop.

Pete's eyes narrowed. "Is that so?"

"Yes. That's so." William lifted his chin proudly. Pete laughed. It was a fake laugh. Patrick could tell. "What's so funny?"

"You are. Standing in front of me in your thirty dollar jeans and your fake leather jacket. Thinking we could even be on the same level."

"Why do you even care?" Patrick butted in. "Last I heard from you, you didn't want me back in your house."

"That was only if you were going to spend the night with him."

"I am."

"No the hell you aren't." Pete grabbed Patrick by the collar of his shirt.

"Let him go." William let go of Patrick's waist to push Pete with both hands.

Pete stumbled slightly from the sudden push. He let go of Patrick then too. He balled his right hand into a fist and struck upward without hesitation. Williams head bucked back. His hands reached up to grab the area around his nose and mouth.

Pete didn't wait around to see what his reaction was. He didn't care if the man was bleeding or if his nose was broken. All he cared about was making sure Patrick didn't go home with him.

He grabbed Patrick's shirt again. Dragging him towards the exit. People stepped out of his way like he knew they would. Patrick fought agaisnt his grip like he knew he would.

"Let me go!"

"No."

He struggled against Pete's hands. Going as far as to try and pull himself out of the shirt. Pete only held on tighter. Dragging Patrick out the door and towards the familiar car waiting for them out front.

"I'm not going with you!"

Patrick tried to pry Pete's hand off of him. It was almost embarrassing how weak he was. The people outside of the bar watched them in extreme interest. Some of them taking out their phones to record or take pictures.

Jefferson rushed out of the car to open the door. Pete practically tossed Patrick into the car before hurrying in himself. The clicking sound of the locks being pushed down filled the vehicle.

Patrick tried to flick the lock switch but nothing happened. He grabbed the door handle and pushed. When that didn't work, he resulted to slapping his hand against the glass.

"Take us home, Jefferson." The car started without question.

"I don't want to go home!" Patrick whined.

"Tough!"

"Let me out!" He slapped the glass again.

"You're not going anywhere."

"This is kidnapping!" He yelled at him. "You're kidnapping me!"

"Shut up." Pete rolled his eyes. "You're such a drama queen."

"You're such an asshole! You get to do whatever you want. And I'm tired of just sitting around and letting you hurt me!'

"Pat," Pete rubbed his knee softly.

"And stop touch me!"

His threw his hands in the air. Gasping when he felt his fingers connect roughly with Pete's face. Pete snatched his hand from Patrick's knee to cover his mouth. Much like William had a few moments ago.

When he pulled his hand away, he saw the smeared blood on his palm. But he already knew he was bleeding before that. He could taste the bitter, copper flavor in his mouth.

Pete glared at Patrick. He could feel the anger pulsing through his veins. His eye twitched as he thought of all the ways he could hit him back.

"I-uh It was an accident." Patrick said quickly. "I was moving my hands. And-And you were sitting too close. I didn't mean to! I swear to god-"

The rest of his explanation was cut off by Pete slamming his lips into his. Patrick knew he should have resisted kissing back. But come on. This was Pete Wentz. Who the hell could deny him?

Self Promo Time Because I'm A Shameless Whore!: You guys should totally go read my new Ryden story that has nothing to do with this story. Why? Umm... Because, uh well. Because you love me?