March

Pete's POV

It's Thursday! Date night. Patrick's taking me out tonight, my turn next week.

Incoming call from Patrick 💕:

Pe: hello?

Pa: hi, just letting you know that you don't have to wear anything fancy.

Pe: OK but, I want to put a twist on tonight.

Pa: what do you mean?

Pe: after wherever we go, I want to take you to dinner.

Pa: Pete you don-

Pe: I know I don't, but I want to.

Pa: ...

Pa: OK.

Pe: yay!

Pa: OK, see you soon.

Pe: bye!

Hopefully after dinner I can pop the question. I want to take our relationship to the next level although Mikey won't be happy. Especially after last time...

Flashback

I put down the empty bottle and laughed at my two dumb friends. "You're both fucking ridiculous." Dallon ran around the room with Brendon on his back, screaming like a broken Tarzan. I sneezed and stood up, stumbling into the kitchen. "Mikey!" My arms latched around his neck and I clung on, burying my face in his neck. Breezy excused herself to go sort out Tweedledum and Tweedledee next door. He ignored me and carried on staring out the window.

"Why did you leave? We're having sooooo much fun." He sighed and turned round in my arms so he was facing me. "Pete you're drunk, we'll talk when you're able to function."

"No, we'll talk now." I pushed him against the wall, attacking his neck with kisses. "Pete stop, we either talk or I go home." I whined but moved back. "Why are you angry?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are! Just tell me it's not tha-"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING DATING SOMEONE ELSE!" Mikey's eyes burned with anger and fury. "I DON'T WANT TO! BRENDON DECIDED THAT THIS WAS THE BEST THING AND WE'VE BEEN ON ONE DATE!"

"AND I BET WE WON'T GO ON ONE ANYMORE!"

"THAT'S BECAUSE IF ANYONE SEES US THEN IT'S OVER!"

"Whatever." Mikey sighed and took my hands in his. "Pete, I love you but-"

"Just go. I get it." I kissed him softly and took my hands back before walking back to the living room. Dallon was passed out on the floor and Breezy and Brendon were doing karaoke.

"Ay Petey come join us! Where's Mikey?" The slam of the door echoed down the hallway and through the open door. "He left." Brendon nodded. "At least he closed the goddamn door." He said followed by an "ow!"

"Where did that cushion come from?" Brendon asked, rubbing his head. I shrugged. "It materialised in my hand."

The same cushion came hurtling back at me but I ducked. "Ha you suck dic-" I was interrupted by two cushions slamming into my face at two different angles. "What were you saying?" Breezy rolled around on the floor near her husband while Brendon sat grinning. I flipped them off and collapsed on the sofa.

This might only be a monthly thing but at least I've got these guys.

Flashback over

Mikey still won't talk to me. Oh well, I have Patrick now! Speak of the devil. He knocks on my door. "It's open!" I call. "Hey Pete." He kisses my cheek but I pull him back to me and kiss him gently. "Hi sweetheart." He kisses me back and blushes. He's so adorable. "Come on, let's go." We walk halfway down the street until Patrick places his hands over my eyes.

"Umm...what are you doing?" My senses go into overtime and I feel like my sense of smell is heightened. "If this is where you drag me into a forest and murder me then I will have to rethink asking you to be my boyfriend." I stop moving and the pressure of Patrick's hands on my shoulders fades away. "Patrick?"

"You were going to ask me to be your boyfriend?" He asks in a small voice. "Well...yes. But I planned to ask you over dinner later. I totally understand if you don't want to finish this date and if you want to leave bu-" I'm silenced my Patrick's lips on mine, cutting me off with a long, deep kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"In that case. Mr Patrick Stump, will you do me the honour of being my legally binding, completely and utterly non optional boyfriend?" He giggles and hugs me. "I don't know, I'll have a word with my lawyer."

"Well can you make it quick? I'm still blind."

"Oh yeah. Oops." He removes the material and sits down on a blanket underneath a weeping willow. Champagne, sandwiches, cake and cookies sit in piles around the tartan blanket. "I would love to be your boyfriend." I know I have the cheesiest smile on my face right now and I know that this relationship shouldn't be happening but there's something about calling Patrick my boyfriend that just makes my heart flutter and my stomach twist.

"Good." I lean in and connect our lips, pulling him close to me with my arms around his waist. We sink onto the blanket and he straddles my lip, threading his fingers into my hair. I slip my tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance and eventually I win. I pull away and attach my lips to his neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin.

A moan slips from his mouth. Blushing frantically pulls away and covers his mouth with his hand. "Aww you're so cute!" I coo. He shakes his head and buries his face in my chest. "Come on sweetheart, there's food and champagne!" Patrick slides off my lap and pours two glasses.

"To us."

"To us."

Patrick's POV

Pete helps me pack up the picnic and we walk back to my car, hand in hand and talking about random things. I can't believe this sexy emo God is my boyfriend! It's only been three months but I feel like it's been forever. On the way back Pete spots something and we stop. "Pete?" He doesn't look at me, just continues staring straight ahead.

"Pete what's wrong?" A blonde haired man walks up to us and stops three meters away.

"Pete."

"Mikey."

"Pete who's this?" He still doesn't look at me but snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. "Mikey this is Patrick, my boyfriend. Patrick this is Mikey, my ex." When Pete says boyfriend Mikey's face contorts as if in pain. "Nice to meet you...Patrick." He spits the word. "You too." I try to be polite but he's starting to piss me off. Pete's grips tightens and I lean my head against his shoulder.

"I see you're busy but Pete can I talk to you?" Pete shakes his head. "Anything you say to me you can say in front of Patrick."

"OK then, did you ever love me? Did you ever care?" That shocks me. Am I about to find out something? Pete seems like the caring type. I'm expecting him to defend himself. To say he did care but what he says shocks me.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to."