*Petes pov*
I woke up to pounding on my door. Not that I'd slept much after fighting with Patrick last night. I needed to fix this, I needed to talk to him and tell him I love him and tell him I wanted to get back together.

Maybe it was Patrick at my door! That thought had me out of bed and rushing to put on some pants, I ran downstairs and opened the door only to see Brendon instead.

"You little asshole!" He shouts and then I feel a punch to the face. "Wtf? I haven't even said hello yet. Rude!" Br-Brendon?" I try saying.

"Shut up! You fucker, you're the reason Patrick is dead! Assface!" He continues hitting me and I see the tears in his eyes. "Wh-what? Patrick isn't dead? How could he be dead?" I ask confused, not quite believing it.

Brendon stops and sinks to the floor, putting his head in his hands. "He shot himself. Fuck. *Sob* f-fuck he's dead." I just stare at him. "You're joking, right? This is a prank. This has to be a prank. Patrick can't be d-dead." I say in disbelief.

He just shakes his head. "NO! YOU'RE LYING! HE DOESNT EVEN OWN A GUN!" I scream, getting angry that he'd even joke about something like Patrick's death.

"Pete. He does. He's had it for years. He just hasn't told you about it." Brendon says in a slightly calmer voice. "No. I don't believe you." I insist. He finally looks up at me. "Pete, this isn't a joke. I found him this morning. He's dead." I burst into tears as I finally believe that the man I love is dead.

I am so sorry I haven't updated. I've been really busy with family and other things, hopefully it'll slow down a bit so I can finish this. Two more chapters!!