After the interview, Pete decided to take Patrick on a walk. Not because he wanted to spend more time with him. Really, he didn't. He just remembered Patrick asking to walk yesterday. But he'd drunk too much to walk. Today he was sober. And Pete didn't have any meetings or anything today. So why not?

They were holding hands like they were supposed to do when they were in public. Pete had never actually held hands with someone for so long. He could admit that it felt nice. Even if it was a guy's hand.

"You have really soft hands for a guy." He told him.

"Do I?" Patrick shrugged it off. "I've never been told that before."

Now Pete felt embarrased. Patrick probably thought he was weird. But he didn't care what Patrick thought, right? He was just the guy being paid to be his public boyfriend. They didn't really talk when they were in the house though. Not that Pete wanted to talk to him in the house. Really, he didn't. He was just stating a fact.

"Patrick! Pete! Over here!" Some man with a camera yelled at them.

Both of them turned to face the man. Patrick leaned into Pete's side. Smiling a smile that showed all his teeth. Pete's face was expressionless as the camera flash. The man waved his thank you and ran off. They continued walking in the park.

"You should smile more." Patrick told him.

"What?"

"Smile? The upward turn of your lips that usually signifies happiness? Ever heard of it?"

"Shut up." Pete bumped his shoulder against his. "Of course I have."

"Well do it more often."

"No."

"Why?" Patrick laughed at his quick and solid answer.

"I don't like to smile."

"Well, I like your smile. It makes you look younger. You have a really nice smile."

Pete was taken back by the random compliment. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Actually, he knew how he felt about it. He liked that Patrick liked his smile. Because he liked Patrick's smile. And he wasn't sure how to feel about that.

So all he said was, "Thanks, Patrick."

They walked in silence again after that. People stared at them. Taking pictures with phones and cameras. Pete never understood why people wanted pictures of him. It wasn't like he was some celebrity. He didn't sing, act, dance or play any instruments. All he did was make smart business decisions that made him very wealthy. Maybe people just liked people with money.

They kept walking until they stopped in front of an empty bench. Patrick sat down first. Pete followed suit. Their fingers were still intertwined as they sat. They probably didn't have to be but Patrick didn't mind. And Pete didn't try to pull away so maybe it was okay. Patrick looked off to his side not wanting to stare at Pete. The wind was starting to blow slightly. Causing the leaves on the trees to sway. That would actually make for a great painting. Which reminded Patrick of something.

"I thought you said you'd never heard of my work."

Pete turned to face him. "I hadn't. A few days ago Ryan came across your website. Which could use some work by the way. And I saw a few paintings I liked."

"You could have said something."

"No reason to." He shrugged.

Patrick shook his head slightly. "I guess you're right."

"How much do your paintings usually sell for?"

"Not much." He admitted.

"That's unfortunate. Do you ever do personal portraits?"

"I've done a few. Most of them of Andy."

"Who?"

"My ex." Patrick laughed at himself for expecting Pete to just know who he was.

"Oh." Pete couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealously for the man who Patrick thought needed to be painted several times. He wasn't jealous because the man had Patrick first. Really, he wasn't. He didn't even really have Patrick. He just thought he was a good painter. "How would you paint me?"

"I-I'm not sure."

"Would you use an abstract color scheme or black and white?"

"Definitely flesh colors." His brows knit together in concentration as he inspected every detail of Pete's face. His eyes darting from corner to corner. His hand slipped away from Pete's. "Because your bone structure would be to balanced out for abstract." His hands came up to trace the shape of Pete's eyes. "And your eye color is two brilliant to waste on black and white." His fingers brushed against his hair. "But then again, your hair type is perfect for abstract." The pad of his thumb outlined Pete's nose. Trailing down until it touched his lips.

Pete's eyes fluttered closed. Patrick's face was uncomfortably close to his. Yet somehow he still felt comfortable. He could feel Patrick breathing against his skin. And he knew Patrick could feel his breaths on his face as well. Which was embarrassing because he was breathing too quickly to be considered normal.

Patrick leaned in even closer staring at Pete's eyelids. Thinking about how beautiful his eyes were under it. His nose brushed against Pete's. But Pete didn't move. He didn't even flinch. Oh, why did such a beautiful man have to be straight? What did that mean? How would he react if he kissed him? Worse case scenario; Pete pushing him away and hating him. Best case scenario; making out with Pete Wentz. Was it worth the risk? Hell yes! Patrick closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath before leaning in-

"Pete! Patrick! Over here!"

Both of them jumped. Backing away from each other. Patrick watched Pete's soft features harden as he turned to face the photographer. He was so damn close!