April

Patrick's POV

"Patrick!" My boyfriend calls my name from the kitchen. It bounces off the walls and echoes down the hall. "Yes sweetie?"

"Have you seen my phone?" His head pops round the door and he scans the room before his eyes land on my crumpled figure, squashed in the corner of the sofa with popcorn scattered on my torso. "No, sorry." Pete wanders over to me and pats down the sofa, pushing his hands underneath me and around me. "I'm not sure if you're molesting me or trying to find your phone."

"Oh I'm for sure molesting you." I roll my eyes and smack his arm. "Move, I'll stand up and let you look properly." I hoist myself up and bend over to help him look. Pete's hand comes into contact with my ass and I yelp. "Rude!"

"Sorry babe you're just so sexy." I stick out my tongue at him and he licks it. "Ew!" We continue to search for a few minutes before I have the brilliant idea of "why don't we just call it from my phone?"

"You are a genius!" He kisses me and grabs my phone from my back pocket. A few moments later we hear his classic iPhone ringtone erupt from his jacket hanging on the stairs. "Pete why didn't you check there first?" I ask. He shrugs and fishes it out and answers it.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"It's Mr-I'm-going-home-now-but-I'll-call-you-later-and-come-round-tomorrow."

"Ok then. Bye." He hangs up and hugs me. "See you later, love you!"

"Love you too." I grin and step outside into the nice warm sunshine. I love being able to say that, to call him mine.

The whole way back I think about how great these past couple of months have been and how close Pete and I are. Brushing over what happened with Mikey, our relationship is better than ever. I've never been more glad that Ryan left me before. If he had stayed then I wouldn't have met Pete or maybe he might not have walked over. Thank God for horny Ryan and alcohol.

I reach my street and notice removal vans outside my house. Confused I quicken my pace and sigh in relief when I notice they're for next door. New neighbours! A brunette with bushy hair carries boxes to and from the house. He's hot as Hell, I was never told he would be hot! No Patrick, bad Patrick you have Pete. But I can at least he's hot right? I mean I don't live with Pete and it's not like we're married!

"Hey, do you need any help?" I ask as I saunter over with my hands in my pockets. He looks at me suprised. "I live here." I can point at my house. "So I can help if you want, I've just been out." He smiles and nods. "Sure, thanks. I'm Joe." He sticks out his hand from underneath a box. I take it quickly and shake it before he drops the box. "I'm Patrick." I introduce myself. Joe adjusts his grip on the box. "You can grab any box from the back and then bring it in." He walks back inside the house whistling so I make myself useful and grab one of the boxes.

It's not as heavy as I thought but it's one of many. As I walk towards his house I notice the front of his house or more specifically, his garden. HOW ARE HIS FLOWERS BETTER THAN MINE? It's not fair!

It's kind of depressing. Oh well. "Here's another one!" I call, entering his home. "Oh thanks, could you put it over there?" I oblige and place it next to several brown cubes. "I'm gonna take a coffee break, would you like a drink?" Joe asks. "Yes I would but why don't you come over to mine? It's...well it's not tidier but you don't have to unpack any cups or anything." I turn around to as I offer and I see him thinking about it. "Yeah OK, thanks!" I smile at him. "No problem."

Joe turns around to put a box down and I get a good look at his ass. Oh damn. I shouldn't be staring but I can't help it. He has a nice ass, sue me. "Ready?" I nod and pull my keys at my pocket. "Yup."

"So tell me a bit about yourself." Joe says as we walk outside. "Well there's not a lot to say. I work at a music store, I play guitar and sing a bit. My last name is Stump so when I was a kid I got quite a bit of shit for that when I was younger, I'm gay and that's about it." I shrug and unlock the door, opening it and walking inside. "What about you?"

"My name's Joe Trohman, I'm bisexual, I work in a call centre and I also play guitar. I'm pretty boring."

"You don't seem boring! I'm sure we'll learn more about each other." I close the door behind him and walk through to the kitchen. "I hope so!" Joe says. I smile at him. He's seems interesting and like a genuinely nice guy. I fill up the kettle and turn it on. "Tea or coffee?"

Pete's POV

I'm so lucky I have Patrick. I mean he's great and he's funny and I trust him. I feel like I can, like he won't hurt me. How did this go from Brendon telling me that I have to use him to me actually having feelings for him? Like I actually love him. And Mikey? I don't know. I still love him but I also love Patrick. Oh God.

Anyways, back to positivity! The sun is shining, music is playing, birds are singing oh what a wonderful time to be alive!

Forehead 💩: Heads up, Mikey's on his way. Get ready.

Oh shit. Maybe not. The doorbell rings and I jump, honestly suprised and a little scared. Timidly I open the door and invite the blonde man in. "We need to talk." Mikey says. "Why? We're not supposed to be together, if we want this to work then it needs to be realistic and we need to keep our private life seperate which means we can't be together." Mikey shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"Do you want this to work or does Brendon want this to work?"

"Both. If this works then he can get over Ryan and maybe we can have a normal life again. Once this is over we can be together."

"When were we not together?" Mikey asks with a frown. "Since I asked Patrick to be my boyfriend and made it official." I whisper, eyes cast down. "Pete. It's not too late. You can break up with him and we can talk to Brendon, find another way to deal with this." Mikey pleads, clinging to my arm. I look up and press my lips to his, tasting him for a final time. I pull back and Mikey turns and walks away. As the door slams shut I let out a sob, collapsing to the floor and wrapping my arms around myself.

My phone buzzes on the counter but I ignore it, sobbing into my knees.

Mikes 💖💕: I love you, I'm sorry