(more trohley in this chap bc they are adorable and i love them and holy smokes things went downhill but, well, read on)

Just One Yesterday
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"Write this one for Mikey too, Pete?" Patrick asks me, laughing at my expression. "Let's do this. I don't want to be around him for longer than I have to," Patrick says to Andy and Joe, who nod in agreement.

And to make things worse, Patrick's girlfriend is here. A girl. He's gay, for fuck's sake! Her name is Elisa, and frankly, I hate her. Patrick and I broke up less than two weeks ago, and he moved on already?!

Well, I mean, I'm dating Mikey, but that's for the fucks. AND MIKEY IS NOT A GIRL! Yeah, the song is about him, but he wouldn't listen to me, would he?

Maybe things wouldn't be as bad between us if I wouldn't have blamed it on him. Maybe we'd still be friends, which wouldn't be what I wanted, but it would be better. Maybe if I hadn't fucked things up, he wouldn't hate me.

Yes he would have. I cheated on him. With Mikey Way! He's not even that cute.

"I thought of angels choking on their halos. Get them drunk on rose water," He sings it flawlessly, and Elisa claps, making us have to restart. I roll my eyes as he kisses her to shut her up.

"Let's do this again," I suggest, making Patrick pull away. He huffs at me, obviously annoyed before singing it again. We get about halfway through when Elisa starts clapping again. "Holy shit, shut the fuck up," I groan.

Elisa's eyes go wide, Patrick looks at me like I killed his mom, and Andy and Joe shake their heads at me. Great, I'm the bad guy again.

"Let's call it a day," Andy says, and that's the best thing I've heard all day. I immediately put my base on the stand and grab my phone and keys.

"Bye," I say to all of them. As I leave Patrick's house, Joe catches up to me.

"Hey, man," He says. I wave my hand at him, not really paying attention. "I know you miss him," My head snaps up.

"What?" Joe runs a hand through his newly cut short hair. He had to cut it again since baseball is starting up soon.

"You miss him. You love him," He repeats, and I fake a laugh.

"Come on, man. I cheated on him. If I love him, why did I cheat on him?" I ask, looking at him like he's crazy.

"You were afraid," He suggests after a long while. "You knew you were in love, but you were afraid. So you did the first thing you could do. Cheat on him," Joe's right. He's so fucking right.

"You're out of your mind," I get in my car, slamming my door shut. Joe taps on the window. I roll it down.

"When you're ready to admit it, let me know. Andy and I can help," I nod my head and pull out of the driveway.

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An hour later, I call Joe. "I can admit it. I love Patrick Stump with all of my heart, and I'm afraid to tell him," I say. Joe laughs.

"Meet me at Andy's in ten," He says, and since Andy's house is only five down from mine, I walk. In nine minutes, I knock on his door.

"Ah, Peter," Andy opens the door, ushering me in. "Glad to know that you're not being a fucking idiot anymore,"

"Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" I say, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Okay, fine, but this was all your fault. So we're going to have to get Patrick to actually want to talk to you again, first of all," Andy says, and I nod. "Then comes being friends," He adds, and I gesture with my hands to make him keep going. "What?"

"When do we get to the part where he wants to be my boyfriend again?" Joe comes in with a bottle of water to his lips, spitting out the content when he heard what I said.

"That's funny," He laughs. "We're not miracle workers, you know," I turn to Andy, a worried look on my face.

"He's right," Andy agrees, feeling Joe's forehead. "Go back to bed, baby. You're sick," Joe sits beside Andy, curling up to him.

"I can't sleep without you," He complains, and suddenly, I feel a lot worse for cheating on Patrick. That could be us right now.

Andy kisses his forehead, and Joe positions himself behind Andy, laying his head on Andy's shoulder and snaking his hands around Andy's waist. They are literally adorable.

"So what do I do?" I ask Andy, who's hands are placed over Joe's.

"Patrick likes flowers. Daylily's, to be exact," Joe mumbles against Andy's shoulder.

"So get him some flowers. Maybe write him a song," Andy suggests. I groan, throwing my hands up in the air.

"So he can say it's about Mikey again?" I ask, and Andy snaps his fingers.

"Yeah, you should probably break up with Mikey. You drove Patrick fucking insane. To the point where he's dating a girl, man. Last time I checked, gay guys don't do that," Andy says, and I nod.

"I'm gonna go. Take care of him, Andy," I tell him as I leave. Off to get daylily's and think of an 'I'm sorry' speech.

--

I throw rock after rock at Patrick's bedroom window. He sticks his head out, messy hair and rubbing his eyes. "Pete?" He asks, clearly confused.

"Patrick, please let me in," I yell up at him. He shakes his head.

"I don't like you, Pete," He calls back down, about to shut his window.

"Patrick, I'm going to sit out here and throw rocks at your window until you let me in," I say back. He frowns, before holding a finger up at me. Two minutes later, I'm sitting at his dining room table across from Patrick.

"Alright, out with it. Tell me what the hell was so important that you had to come and talk to me at three in the morning for,"

"I'm sorry for waking you up," I say sincerely, but we both know I'm not talking about that. I hand him the flowers that were behind my back, and he smiles.

"Jesus, I always knew you were cheesy," He hits the side of my head lightly.

"Okay, do you get off on hitting me in the head, or what?" He smiles again and actually laughs this time.

"Sure, Wentz. I definitely do," We share a laugh and go to the living room. "So this couldn't wait until morning?" He asks as we sit on the couch. Three am Patrick is one of my favourites. He's so giggly and out of it.

"Nope. It waited for two weeks, and I figured I should try to fix things. I miss you, you know," He scoots closer to me.

"I know," He says. "I miss you, too," He leans his forehead against mine, and my breathing literally hitches. If he kisses me, it'll be the first time in two and a half weeks.

We sit like that until he blinks twice and leans in further, kissing me gently. He crawls on top of me, and this time I don't stop him when he unzips my pants.

I don't stop him when I know I should. I don't stop him when I know that he'll regret this all in the morning. I don't stop him when I know that he'll hate me even more after this.