♡Patrick♡

Every time I saw Pete glare at Dallon or roll his eyes it looked like he shrunk more into his place on the couch.

To say that I'm mad at Pete is an understatement.

With one final glare from Pete, Dallon announced that he was going to go to bed.

Dallon slowly headed up the stairs as I shot Pete an angry look.

As soon as I hear my bedroom door close I am angrily whisper-yelling at Pete.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I say and he furrows his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with me? He's the one obviously flirting with you!" Pete retorts.

"No he's not! He doesn't li-" I try but Pete cuts me off.

"He doesn't like boys? You've got to be kidding me Patty. You can't tell me that you believe him!" Pete says.

"Would you let me finish? I was saying that he doesn't like me like that. I have known him since before preschool and it would basically be incest if we got together. Yes he may be single but he's not some sort of animal that likes anyone he sees! Dallon needs me though. He's having a hard time. He's getting abused at home and this doesn't help his situation!" I finally yell.

Seconds later I hear a sniffle from the staircase.

I look over to see Dallon standing there with tear streaks down his face.

Pete's angry expression drops as he sees the tall broken boy in from of him.

"Am I hurting your relationship this badly?" Dallon says through sharp intakes of air.

"No! Dallon you haven't done anything wrong!" I say as I feel tears hit my eyes.

I run over and try to calm him down but he backs away.

"No. Stay away. You promised you wouldn't tell anyone." Dallon sobs.

Without warning he puts on his shoes and leaves.

I begin to cry.

I know how bad I've fucked up. He just voluntarily went home.

"I'm such a horrible friend!" I sob into Pete's shoulder.

"This is my fault. I should've seen that you don't like each other like that. I'm sorry." Pete mutters quietly into my hair.

"I just hope h-he's ok."

♡Dallon♡

I run out of the house feeling hurt and betrayed.

I know that Patrick didn't mean to tell Pete but he still did.

No one knew about my parents.

Patrick and Tyler were the only ones that I've told about my parents and Patrick told Pete.

I begin to limp home, still sore from being beat up at school.

I live about twenty minutes away from Patrick and with the limp it's about forty-five minutes.

I've had to limp home before so I know how long it will take.

Brendon kicked me really hard.

The fact that he was the one who kicked me hurt more than anything.

As I walk down the lamp lit sidewalks alone I calm myself down and try my best to keep my tears in.

I was successful.

I see headlights and the one and only Brendon Urie pulls up beside me.

"Are you ok sir?" He asks.

"Nope." I say back plainly.

"Shit hey. Get in the car man." He says with a surprised look on his face.

"I'd rather not." I snort and he rolls his eyes.

"Come on. I want to help you." He whines.

"You could have helped me when Spencer and Ryan were beating me Xup." I grumble.

Brendon only looks down.

"Or you could have not hurt me." I say harshly as I limp away.

He drives beside me slowly and I ignore him completely.

"Please get in?" He asks as he pouts.

I sigh and roll my eyes before getting into his small car.

"Was that so hard?" He chuckles.

I ignore him.

"Uh- where do you live?" He asks and I quickly tell him my address.

The short ride to my house was silent and awkward but I'm glad I didn't have to walk.

As soon as he gets to my house I thank him quickly and rush out of the car.

I notice that he doesn't leave until I'm inside which makes me smile to myself.

After my small moment of happiness near the front door my father comes in.

The kicks and hits hurt a lot but the fact that I already had bruises and I had just gotten into a fight with my best friend made everything worse.

As soon as he feels he's done a good enough job of hitting me harshly in places where my clothes would cover it, he left me to get myself cleaned up.

I take a shower and try my best to soothe my sore muscles.

It works a bit but I'm still in a lot of pain.

I dry myself off and put on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before collapsing onto my bed.

♡Patrick♡

I nervously walk into the school and wait by Dallon's locker.

I want to apologize to him.

As soon as I see him I run up to him and hug him tightly.

I look up to his face only to see a pained expression.

I forgot he went home last night.

I quickly detached from his lanky frame and and any trace of pain leaves his face and is replaced with a smile.

"Hey Trick." He says tiredly.

"I was so worried! You shouldn't of left last night!" I say sternly in a hushed tone.

"No need to be worried Trick, I'm fine." He says quietly.

"I'm sorry about last night though." I mutter as I look down to my feet.

"I don't care anymore Patty. He was bound to find out one way or another with the amount of time you two spend together." Dallon explains.

I nod with a grin on my face.

I'm just happy I didn't do something to make him never talk to me again.

I don't know what I'd do if Dallon never talked to me again.

I'm going to make Pete apologize though. Whether he likes it or not.

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8:09pm

A/N

I'm tired

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