October

Pete's POV

I should tell Patrick. He deserves to know. I can tell Brendon when we can take down Joe and his twats and I don't need Patrick anymore but I want him here. To keep him. He's like a little puppy. Cute, bouncy and fluffy. I mean I should ask Brendon first...

OK, I'll call him. Patrick's upstairs doing...something so hopefully he'll stay up there a bit longer. I pull out my phone and dial Brendon.

B: Whaddup PWheezy

P: No. First of all, never again. Second of all can I tell Patrick?

B: Tell him what? That you have a small dick? That you have a dick piercing? Or does he already know that?

P: No, about what we do?

B: No. We need to keep him for now.

P: What do you mean for now?

B: Are you serious? He needs to be disposed of with the rest of them. No loose ends.

P: We're not killing him! I've used him for a whole year, where's the fairness in that?

B: Listen Wentz, you kill him or I kill you.

P: Brendon he will stay alive. I'm too valuable. Admit it, you need to keep me.

B: If you tell him he'll run away and we'll have no information and we'll lose him which means he could tell anyone.

P: But we already know when and where so why does it matter? He'll find out anyway.

B: Fine, but don't blame me if he doesn't stick around.

P: I'm willing to take that risk.

B: You're brave Wentz, that's why I like ya.

P: Thanks Bren. How's Sarah doing?

B: She's close, three months left. Bit scary really.

P: You'll be a great dad dude don't worry.

B: Thanks.

P: Just keep him away from guns and make sure they're not fucking whatever moves.

B: Rude but fair enough.

P: Oh and make sure they don't have a crazy ex that drags them into gangs with their other friends that lasts years until it fucks up their lives.

B: It's fine. At least it hasn't lasted for twelve years and ripped your fucking heart out.

P: No but it lasted for twelve years for Ryan and then Mikey ripped his fucking heart out.

B: True.

P: OK, I gotta go otherwise I'm gonna lose track of the conversation. So, tell Sarah hi and I'll come round sometime. Bye.

B: Bye.

Now to talk to Patrick. The stairs creak as I make my way upstairs. We need to fix that. I knock on Patrick's office door and enter. "Hey babe what's up?"

He spins round in his leather spinny chair. "You need a cat or some shit and this look would be perfect. And uh not a lot, just wanted to come say hi. Is that bad?"

"No, come on. What do you want to talk about?" I move some paper out of the way and hop onto the desk. Don't blame me if he doesn't stick around. Brendon's words echo around my head. Would he leave me? Does he not love me enough? Why do I care? "I just wondered when we were going to get the stairs fixed." He frowns. "The stairs?"

"Uh..yeah I was on my way up here and they creaked a lot. It was annoying as Hell." I'm clutching at straws here but hopefully he'll believe me. "Oh. I didn't know it was annoying you. I don't know how to fix them but we can call someone. Sorry sweetie." He kisses my cheek and rolls to the other side of the room. I exhale quietly. "Hey, can I have a go in you roller chair?"

Patrick smiles and nods. "Once a child, always a child."

"What"s the point in growing up?" I ask, spinning and rolling around. "It's shitty being grown up, being a child is much more fun."

"But children can't drink." He points out. "Not legally." I say with a wink. "Ahh that's where you get it from." I grin and continue spinning. The room is a blur of colours and giggles escape my lips like a punctured tyre deflating in a parking lot. "Ok that's enough spinning. Come on, shoo." He laughs and pokes me. "Bitch did you just shoo me?" I laugh incredulouly. "Yeah what you gonna do?" He's too cocky, too trusting. "You'll see." Patrick looks scared. I laugh and wink, turning to walk out the door.

"Would you ever leave me?" I just catch what he says and I really wish I didn't. I cross the room and crouch down in front of him. "No. Of course not. I promise that I will never hurt you, I will never leave you, I will never betray you. I give you my word ok sweetheart?" Patrick nods but doesn't smile.

"Hey come on darling, smile for me. It's ok. You can trust me not to hurt you or anyone you love or care about. I will never desert you or leave you for someone else, that's just not me. I promise." The corners of his mouth twitch slightly. That's good enough for me. I kiss him softly and stand up. "I love you Patrick."

"I love you too."

Patrick's POV

"I love you too." The words burn my throat like acid and the second they leave my lips I regret them. Pete smiles and leaves the room. I lied. I'm a lier. But so is he. Pete promised he would never hurt anyone I love or care about but he killed Ryan. I can't forgive him for that. But did he do it or was it Brendon and Mikey? He seemed so sincere and I trust him. Pete wouldn't do that.

Why am I doing this to him? He's better than Joe but it's...different. Joe's harder but funnier as in comedy wise whereas Pete's gentle and caring and loving and childish and he makes me laugh by just being himself. I have to break it off with Joe, Pete means more to me and always will.

But he isn't always here. He's out with Brendon and Mikey. Ugh Mikey's out here tryna steal my man. He's mine bitch! But Joe. God my head! I'm so confused. What do I do?

"Patrick?" Pete shouts up the incredibly echoey stairs. "Yeah babe?" I poke my head out the door. "Mikey's coming over, is that ok?" I suppress the growl rising in my throat. "Of course it is! I'm going out anyway so you can do what you want." I lie through a fake smile. If he can have some fun then why can't I?

Joe 🍆: I'm coming over, be ready 😉😈

Perfect.

I've just realised how bipolar these characters are. One second they're like "oh I love you, mine forever." And the next they're like "oh I'm gonna go fuck someone else." Like why?? What have I done? Be prepared for shit to go down next chapter.