I might not have made this clear, but Patrick's mom died right around Christmas time, and then his dad left. so it's around late January when Patrick comes to Chicago.

"Pete?" Patrick asks when he wakes up. Somehow he got up to beside Pete, his arm hanging loosely over Patrick's waist.

"Sorry, dude. You kept moving in your sleep, so I let you, and you ended up here," He shrugs. Patrick nods slowly and then untangles himself from Pete before getting up.

"We should probably get ready for school. I have to look presentable for Gee," Patrick says more to himself than Pete. Before he can go up the stairs, Pete grabs his wrist and stops him.

"So what? You're dating Gerard now?" He asks, a sour look on his face. What's his fucking problem?

"I mean, yeah," Patrick guesses. "You have a fucking problem with it?" Patrick crosses his arms across his chest.

"Hell yeah, I have a fucking problem, Patrick," He mimics Patrick's positions and keeps the same look on his face.

"Why's that?" Patrick asks quieter this time. If he and Pete were going to be somewhat friends out of school, Patrick has a right to know why Pete doesn't want him dating Gerard.

"Because it should be me!" He yells at Patrick. Patrick's jaw drops to the floor. What the fuck?

"You.." Is all Patrick can say. Did Pete just admit to liking him? No fucking way.

"Yes, Patrick! I fucking like you," Pete confirms for him. Patrick's jaw drops even more. Joe comes bounding down the stairs already dressed and stops when he sees what's happening. "I wanna date you. I wanna kiss you. I wanna fall in love with you,"

When Patrick doesn't say anything for a good minute, Pete snorts to himself and says, "I'm an idiot. An idiot with bad fucking timing. I'm just gonna go. I might see you at school. That is, if I decide to go," Pete mumbles and then grabs his keys and leaves.

Patrick sits back down on the couch and puts his head in his hands. Joe figures now would be a good time to reveal himself.

"Patrick?" He asks quietly, as if he didn't hear a word Pete said. "What happened?"

"I know you heard it, Joe. The whole fucking neighbourhood did," Patrick tells him. Joe winces. "You knew, didn't you? You and Pete planned that shit out last night,"

"Patrick, I'm-" Patrick cuts Joe off with his hand. He stands up and walks towards the stairs.

"Don't talk to me, alright? I'm going to try to stay away from you as much as I can, but you only have to deal with me for about four months, and you're done," Patrick tells him, and then he's gone.

Joe is left alone on the couch, surprised and mad about what Patrick has just done. He's shutting everyone out. Everyone but Gerard Way.

Meanwhile, Andy wakes up when Patrick is buttoning his school uniform. He yawns, which catches Patrick's attention, and then says, "How was your date?" Patrick snorts.

"Save it. I know you were in on the whole Pete and me thing," Patrick says and then grabs his phone. He walks downstairs with the bow tie to his uniform undone, hanging loosely around his neck.

"Patrick-" Joe tries again when he comes down the stairs. Patrick just keeps walking with his head down. The walk to school won't take too long, he already knows.

"Hello, beautiful," Patrick is greeted by Gerard, who grabs his hand and places a soft kiss on his lips upon seeing him. Patrick smiles. "How was your night?" Patrick's smile faulted a little.

"Great," He lies straight through his teeth. Gerard doesn't notice. He just smiles back.

"I want to ask you something," Gerard stops Patrick from walking right before they arrive at the school. It's really cold out, considering it's late January.

"Okay, yeah," Patrick stops and stands next to Gerard, rubbing his hands together to form some heat.

"I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you in public, and introduce you to my friends as my boyfriend. Patrick Martin Stump, will you do me the honours of being my boyfriend?" Gerard asks. Patrick's mind flashes back to white-blonde hair, dark eyes, and tan skin for about a half of a second before he nods eagerly.

"Yes," And then Gerard kisses him again. He likes Gerard a lot. He likes his kisses even more. "What about when you go to college?"

"Don't worry about that, baby," Gerard grabs his hand as they continue to walk to school. They don't have much farther to go.

"Patrick!" Josh shouts, running over to him. Well, he waddles, actually, because of the ice and snow in Chicago. He'd way rather be back in L.A. right now, honestly. "Who's this?" Josh asks, looking at their joined hands.

"Josh, this is my boyfriend, Gerard. Gerard, this is my best friend, Josh," They smile at each other and shake hands.

"Don't break his heart, or I'll break you," Josh threatens in a deep voice before he goes back to his normal hyper and almost annoying self. Where's Tyler when you need him?

They all walk to Mr. Quinn's first period class, Gerard placing a light kiss to Patrick's forehead before crossing the hall to his own first period class. Mr. Quinn is talking to one of the students, a boy in the year above Patrick named Victor or something.

"Have a seat, students," Mr. Quinn says. "I have some exciting news,"

Murmurs start automatically. Someone yells out, "Are you admitting that you're gay?" Patrick laughs. He can't help it. So does everyone else. Mr. Quinn turns bright red.

"I'll see you after class, Mr. Fuentes. No, I am not gay. I'm telling you that we're going on a field trip. We're going -- drumroll, please," Mr. Quinn stops and waits for us to actually start banging on our desks. "Better. We're going to L.A.!" He announces. Everyone goes crazy. Everyone except Patrick.

"L.A., can you believe it?" He hears someone shout.

"We're going to be visiting a school called Los Angeles's School for the Gifted and Talented," Patrick's heart actually drops. That's his old school. Why are they fucking going there? He's wanted nothing more than to leave everything in L.A. behind. "There's a catch," Mr. Quinn says. Everyone groans. "You have to be in a band to go. Create a new one. Join one, I don't care. It's a band competition,"

Patrick raises his hand. Mr. Quinn calls on him. "You're going all the way to L.A. for a stupid Battle of the Bands?"

"Yes, Patrick, I am, and you're coming, too," Mr. Quinn smiles at him, a mischievous one at that.

Patrick is so fucked.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER MOTHERFUCKING WENTZ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH