Ryan cautiously approached Pete's open office door. It looked exactly as he expected it to inside.

All the pictures from the wall were thrown around the room. Everything made of glass was broken. Except the large window. Thank god he didn't break the window. There were scratches on the floor from Pete dragging the furniture. All the books and other objects from the bookshelf were around the floor as well. And Ryan was pretty sure that the bookshelf would be on the floor too if it weren't built into the wall.

Ryan walked fully into the office. He'd actually expected it to be more of a wreck. Pete went on a rampage after Patrick left. He destroyed his entire bedroom. And the next day he'd destroyed Patrick's bedroom.

After that, he'd spent all his time in his office. Ryan heard him throwing stuff around everyday. Breaking glass. Punching walls. But today when Ryan woke up, he didn't hear anything. That's why he decided to come check on his best friend.

Pete was sitting at his desk. Of course the desk was empty because everything on it, including the laptop, was on the floor. His arms were folded on top of the desk. His head was in his arms. He must have fallen asleep here last night.

Ryan walked over to wake him up. His foot kicked something and it rolled slightly. Ryan glanced down to see what it was. It was one of Pete's pill bottles.

Lifting it up, Ryan realized it was empty. He read the side of the bottle. Atavan. Why the hell was it empty? His eyes widened and snapped up to Pete sitting at the desk. Unmoving.

"Pete!" Ryan ran to the desk. Shaking Pete's shoulder roughly. "Pete, get up!"

He groaned. Raising his head up to stare at Ryan with bloodshot eyes. Ryan was so relieved, he could have cried.

"What?" Pete glared at him.

"Holy hell, you're alive!"

"What?" Pete looked genuinely confused. Ryan waved the empty pill bottle in front of him. "Oh, that."

"Yes that." He mocked Pete's bored tone. "Why is it empty?"

"Because I took them all." Ryan gasped. "Once a day." Pete continued on. "As I'm supposed to."

"You ran out?"

"Yeah."

Ryan sat on the edge of Pete's desk. Beside his chair. He placed the empty pill bottle on the desk. Pete pushed it off. Ryan sighed.

"When did you run out?"

"I don't know. A few days ago?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was preoccupied-"

"Yeah. Destroying our house."

"Sorry about that. My anger took over."

"I understand. I'd be angry too." Ryan was quiet for a few seconds before he finished. "But he insisted it wasn't what you think-"

"Ryan. Stop."

"Look, you obviously miss him. Brendon says he misses you too."

"He does?" Pete's was doubtful.

"Oh course he does. He still loves you Pete. He's just hurt."

"I should be hurt!" Pete snapped. Anyone else would have backed down. But Ryan was used to it.

"Which just means you two need to talk-"

"No." His tone was final.

"I'm just worried about you. You're spiraling man." His voice was softer as he continued. "Pete, you're like a brother to me. You are my brother. I just need you to be okay."

"I will be." He stood up. "You're like a brother to me too, Ry. You know that, right?"

"But like a brother you'd have sex with, right? Because that's what I meant when I said that."

His words had the desired effect. Pete laughed. It was a dry sound. But still a laugh.

"I love you, Ryan."

"I love you too." Ryan stood up. He pulled Pete into a bone crushingly tight hug. "I'm going to go get your refill on your pills."

He pulled away and walked out the door. Not bothering to step over the things on the floor on his way out.

Not even five minutes later, one of the maids knocked on the open door. He stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. Wentz, sir, someone is here to see you."

"Send them away-"

"Nope! I'm not going anywhere." The maid was pushed out of the way.

Meagan came waltzing into the room. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a pink crop top and a skimpy white skirt. Her stiletto heels were bright green to match the green belly ring she had on. She was dressed to turn heads as always. Bright colors and minimal clothing.

"Just leave, Meagan."

"You look like hell." She smiled, sitting on his desk in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

"I just wanted you to know I was moving to Paris. I got an amazing modeling offer over there."

"I don't care, Meagan."

"Well I do. I wanted you to understand that you can't stop my success, Pete. Maybe you can get me fired in the states but not everywhere. I beat you!" She giggled.

"Meagan." Pete pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "I need you to understand that I really don't give a fuck. At all."

"And I'm engaged." She blurted out. But she didn't sound happy about it. "And he's rich. Just like you."

"I'm almost positive that he isn't even half as rich as I am. And even if he is, I know he isn't as attractive."

"That may be true, but at least he loves me, Pete. Something you could never do!" Her vocie wavered.

Pete really wasn't in the mood to deal with her emotions. "Can you just-"

"Why couldn't you love me?" He opened his eyes and looked at her. She didn't look like she was planning on crying. "I'm not begging for you back or even asking for forgiveness. I just want the honest answer."

She wanted blunt honestly? Fine. She was going to get it.

"Because you're ugly, Meagan. On the outside you may just be one of the most gorgeous girls around. But on the inside, you're hideous. Snobby, rude, spoiled. Ugly."

"And what, this Patrick guy is a saint?"

Pete smirked at that. "He's close. At least I thought he was."

"What happened? Did you finally fuck things up? Are you okay?"

Pete rolled his eyes. "As if you care."

"I'm no Patrick, but I did actually love you. And you don't look good."

"He fucking cheated on me." Pete didn't know why he was telling her this. He knew she didn't care.

Meagan laughed. It wasn't an evil or spiteful laugh. It was a sad laugh. "So the infamous Pete finally gets his heart broken."

"What?" Pete glared at her. "My heart isn't broken. I'm just-"

"It's okay. Everyone feels heartbreak at one point on their life. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't understand. I can't be heart broken if I never loved him."

"Then it's a good thing you're in love with him." Pete looked like he was about to object so she held a perfectly manicured hand out to stop him. "You obviously are in love with him. Look at yourself." She gestured towards him with one hand. "You look like shit. You destroyed your office. And I'm pretty sure you haven't showered today. You're in shambles. And only love can do that."

She was right. Pete had never felt this badly in his life. He woke up thinking about Patrick and went to sleep thinking about Patrick. He wasn't even mad about the kiss anymore. He was mad that he let himself fall in love. Something he promised he'd never do.

He needed to talk to Patrick. Ryan said that Patrick missed him. Maybe he could fix things. Or at least get closure. That seemed to be helping Meagan. And Meagan was helping him. Since when did she help anyone?

"Why are you being nice to me?"

"Because I had an epiphany last night while having sex with my rich fiance. And I came to the conclusion that I'm perfect."

"Really?" Pete raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. It wasn't me. It was always you. It was impossible for you to love me front the start. Because, while this perfect body can do many things, it can't turn a faget straight."

And just like that, he hated her again.

"Get out, Meagan."

"I also enjoyed seeing you all broken like this. It was almost a turn on. Isn't karma a bitch?"

"Out!"

"Gladly."