*Pete POV*

It was moving day. About a week since we bought the place. We've been trying to pack our things to start taking it over to the house. Majority of it all was packed besides a few things.

I haven't talked to Patrick that much since he said he loved me... That probably makes me a huge douchebag, but I'm still unsure of how to respond. Isn't it too early in a relationship to tell the other you love them? Of course I probably did love him, but I can't will myself to be able to say.

I'm too scared to say it. So basically it's just been awkward conversations with each other since last Wednesday... Even Saturday was a little weird. I didn't deserve someone like him. I should just say I love him, but I physically can't.

I was walking back outside to get another box to carry inside when I saw Patrick. He was struggling with a large box. I ran to him and picked it up. He smiled, "Thanks, Pete."

I nodded my head, "No problem, babe."

I walked back inside. Brendon and Ryan were in the "living room part deux" conversing.

I didn't want to interrupt because of various loud banging noises coming from in there so I went back outside. I sat on the back of the moving van with Patrick. I wiped the sweat from my brow, "Damn is it hot today!"

Patrick chuckled, "Yeah it really is."

"Mother Nature must be on her period again," Ryan said while walking towards us. We both laughed. I said, "Couldn't of said it better myself."

Patrick asked, "Where's Brendon?"

"Enjoying the air conditioner that we just put in the living room part deux."

"Oh so that's what you guys were doing."

Ryan laughed, "Didn't you hear all the banging? We were rearranging furniture too."

I laughed, "Well that could be code for fucking."

Patrick laughed so hard then said, "So now the code for having sex is yelling 'We're just moving furniture!'"

I chuckled, "Exactly, Patrick!"

Brendon walked outside, "Hey what're you guys talking about?"

I said, "Oh just moving furniture," then I winked.

He laughed, "Ryan and I really were moving furniture I swear!"

Patrick said, "You don't have to defend yourself we already know you were just 'moving furniture'."

We all laughed. Ryan climbed inside the van, "Looks like we only have a few more boxes to go for now. What's next?"

I suggested, "We could all work together in making dinner and then sit together as a family would to eat."

Patrick smiled, "I love that idea."

Ryan said, "If we made our beds we probably could sleep here you know?"

Brendon nodded, "Yeah, but did we even bring our bedding?"

Patrick said, "Remember? On Monday I bought us two new bedding to match the two master bedrooms. We'll just have to share though..."

Patrick didn't look at me when he said that and it's most likely because we haven't slept together yet and I don't just mean sex I mean actually sleeping side by side. Of course I wanted to, but I wasn't sure exactly how to ask. I said, "If you want I can sleep on the couch."

Brendon said, "Wait have you guys..?"

Patrick said flatly, "No."

I looked at him with hopeful eyes, "I want to..."

Patrick said, "Then why don't you?"

"Alright I will."

He smiled, "Yay."

I smiled back at his adorableness. I could not wait for this. He was the cutest darn thing in the whole damn world. I always called him cute nicknames like babe, hun, dear, sweetheart, Pattycakes, etc.

Ryan said, "Alright let's split up. Two of us stay here to set up the bedding and all that shit and the other two go get ingredients for tonight."

Patrick said, "I'll go get ingredients."

Ryan said, "Yeah me too."

Ryan and Patrick got into the Volkswagen together. Brendon walked over to the car and stuck his head into Ryan's rolled down window. He started kissing him. I wanted to do the same with Patrick, but I didn't want to copy off of Brendon. I walked inside and Brendon followed me. I said to him, "You know I don't think we've ever really talked or been together alone."

He laughed, "Yeah I guess you're right."

We walked upstairs into the last bedroom down the hall and to the right. The pack of bedding was at the foot of the bed. Brendon began pulling everything out. We started with trying to put the first layer on. We struggled with trying to put the corners of it around the mattress. We were laughing. It was a lot of work especially for a hot room. We did finally get it though. We collapsed onto the bedding. He said, "This is harder than I thought it'd be."

I agreed, "Yeah it really is."

We rolled over and stared at each other. We were laughing that we are out of breath from the work. Then right at that moment all the four ends of it flung back at us laying there like a fling shot. Brendon said, "This is going to be a really long day."

I nodded, "Sadly yes."

We laughed and then tried all over again.

*Ryan POV*

Patrick said, "So that was some kiss you and Brendon had."

I laughed, "I guess you could say that."

He sighed, "I wish Pete would do that with me. He hasn't talked to me all that much since I told him I loved him."

Poor Patrick...I wasn't sure what to say. I finally spoke, "Maybe he's just scared and thinks it's too early. I don't know Pete can be very unpredictable. I know he likes you a lot though. He hasn't liked someone this much since his last girlfriend... After they broke up he was all about sex and I was setting him up on blind dates to try and get him to settle down. You weren't even his intentional date, but he still ended up liking you a lot."

He nodded, "Yeah you're right. I shouldn't ponder on it too much."

I said, "Exactly. I'm sure he loves you, but is trying to find the right time to tell you."

He said, "Can I ask you something?"

I nodded, "Anything."

"Well does Pete have um...depression or something?"

My heart rate sped up. Oh no Patrick you weren't supposed to find out... I said, "Um why do you ask?"

"Because I was looking for Advil at his apartment the other day because of a headache and I found depression pills instead....then reading into some of his songs that were really upsetting...it was like I began reading through the lines. I started thinking more about the meaning behind them. I also think I saw some scars on him too... I'm just really worried that's all..."

"Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about anymore. You've helped him get better. His depression is nearly gone with every passing minute he is with you. I can promise you that."

That seemed to calm him down. We pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. I asked, "So what are we going to have for dinner?"

He shrugged, "Shall we go all European and make a full blown Italian meal?"

I nodded, "Yeah that sounds easy enough. So what ingredients should we get?"

He said, "I think I got a recipe in mind. I'll just have to ask Pete to go look for it."

He began calling Pete. The sound was loud enough for me to hear. Pete said out of breath, "Hey what's up, babe?"

Patrick smiled, "Hey can you go look for my mom's cookbook for me? It's in the big box of kitchen supplies."

Pete said, "Okay wait one second."

I was kind of curious to why he was so out of breath. I prayed that it had nothing to do with Brendon.

I heard Pete exclaim a few minutes later, "I found it!"

Patrick said, "Okay take a picture of the sixth page's recipe and send it to me."

I took the phone from Patrick and asked Pete, "Hey it's Ryan so what're you up to?"

He laughed, "Still attempting to put on bed sheets. It's so damn hard. Why?"

What was I even thinking? They wouldn't be having sex. Bahahaha no. That's insane of me to even worry. I handed the phone back to Patrick. He said quickly as if the entire sentence was one giant word, "OkayByeBabeSeeYouSoonLoveY-."

He didn't say 'I love you' or 'love you'. The words couldn't even comprehend to him now. I didn't want that to happen out of all things. I didn't want Pete to ruin him because he was scared. But of course I still smiled and said, "Got the recipe?"

He looked at his messages then nodded, "Yep I got it!"

"Let's go get those ingredients!"

We all had a task at hand. We all did. Hopefully we will all make it out alive.

*A few hours later*

*Ryan POV*

We were all in the kitchen attempting to cook. None of us have really ever cooked without the aid of a microwave or our mothers so this is a first.

I didn't know the exact name of the recipe or at least I'd never be able to say it because my American voice couldn't grasp the whole Italian wording. Anyways we were making a Parmesan crusted chicken with an 'angel hair' pasta and Patrick's mother's special tomato based spaghetti sauce. We would have made homemade pasta, but are you kidding me? We could hardly figure out how to work the damn oven let alone master that.

This would be the only reason for a woman in the house. Just to cook. Of course we are all gay, but it'd be very convenient right about now. Patrick was making, I mean 'perfecting' his mother's sauce. He tried to follow the recipe carefully, we all did. He was the closest thing to a woman's cooking touch in the house. I still had a feeling that we'd mess something up. Hopefully not the chicken because I'd prefer not getting food poisoning.

Brendon and I were making the chicken. There was a few times where we asked Patrick for help since he was the only one who was somewhat 'educated' by his mother with cooking.

We were finally done. Fingers crossed that I don't accidentally poison myself. Brendon shoved it in the oven and then I looked over at Patrick who was changing the sauce's temperature to perfection. Then there was Pete. He was the one who was supposed to make the pasta. Not the best idea since he was about to pour the pasta in now when everything else had at least an hour or so to cook.

We all screamed, "No!!!"

Pete turned around startled, "What?!"

I yelled, "The pasta doesn't take long at all to cook! But everything else still has an hour left!"

"So?"

"Sooooo that means the pasta will be cold by the time everything is done or over done, soggy, and gross."

"Ohhhhh I'm so sorry man. Ugh I'm such an idiot."

Patrick kissed his cheek, "But you're my idiot."

Brendon and I said, "Awwwww," in unison. Patrick started kissing Pete.

I turned to Brendon and placed my arms around his neck and I kissed him. We started getting really into it when Brendon lifted my thighs up so my legs wrapped around his waist and he placed me on top of the counter. I could've had sex with him right then and there, but Pete said, "Get a room!"

I laughed, letting go of Brendon, "You should talk!"

He said, "At least I have the decency to go into our new bedroom to fuck," he winked.

I saw Patrick's face redden. He was such a cutie. That bashful adorable little bastard. I said, "I know damn well you would fuck Patrick right here, right now if you could."

I knew Pete agreed with me when his face also grew as red as the cherry tomatoes sitting on the counter. I raised my eyebrows and smirked as to declare 'I win.' Patrick swallowed hard and then said politely, "Why don't we start setting the table?"

I nodded and we all moved to grab a certain element for the table. Brendon got the glass plates and began setting those out on the beautiful dining room table. Patrick and Pete took care of all the silverware. I, however gathered certain things to make the table look nicer. I went outside into the garden which was really beautiful if I might add. I picked a couple flowers that looked really pretty to me. No idea what kind, but they were still pretty nonetheless.

I brought them inside and put them in a vase with water. Patrick walked into the room, "Wow those are some really pretty summer carnations."

I smiled, "That's what they're called! Yeah I thought they were really beautiful when I picked them and would look great on the table."

He gestured for me to bring them into the room. I set them in the middle of the table. Then I searched for Patrick's candles that I knew he had quite a bit of. He always had them around his and Brendon's apartment and when I asked Brendon if they were his he laughed saying 'No they're Patrick's'. It was in a box of his stuff in the living room part deux. That's where majority of all the boxes were. I pulled out two matching ones that were pink. I only picked pink because it matched the color of the carnations.

I set them on either side of the flowers at least a foot away from them. I lit them too and then we were all finished. Brendon put his arm around my back and kissed my cheek, "Nice touch, Ryro."

I smiled, "Thanks, Bren."

Patrick said to Pete, "Hey hun if you want you can go put the pasta in now."

Pete's smile was huge and he jogged into the kitchen. We all watched him carefully to see if he would do it right. For me knowing Pete for as long as I have he has never been someone to be good at cooking.

He managed to do it all correctly and we applauded him. He even bowed, soaking up the attention. Brendon suggested, "Let's play some music guys! Let's make it the best night of our lives!"

I rolled my eyes and laughed, "Okay go ahead and play some music. Haha you'll ruin the whole Italian vibe going on."

Brendon laughed, "I could play some Italian music?"

I shook my head, laughing, "Play whatever your little heart desires."

Patrick looked over his shoulder at Brendon's glowing phone and laughed, "You have a 'get psyched mix'?"

Brendon smirked, "Maybe..."

Patrick says, "Oh my god you have that song?!"

Brendon smiled and began playing "Milkshake". We were all laughing as Brendon sexually danced and sang to, "My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard and they're like it's better than yours. Damn right it's better than yours."

I was hysterically laughing as he took off his shirt, continuing to dance. I said, "This is exactly why I love you!"

I was basically in tears from laughing so hard. The song ended and he looked for another good one, but I don't think anything could beat that performance.

He started playing a bunch of classics like: Buddy Holly, Don't Stop Believin', Feeling Good, Twist and Shout and various other Beatles songs, and Bon Jovi classics like You Give Love a Bad Name.

We were all jamming out and singing loudly out of tune. I felt so at home for once. These guys were family and I loved them to death. For once in my life I felt like I had a real family.

The timer rang for the food to be done. We all took out the food and brought it all into the dining room.

We sat down as a family would. Patrick asked Brendon, "So are you going to put your shirt back on or?"

He laughed, "Only for you Patty."

He put on his shirt and we began to eat. We talked about how our days went. Pete and Brendon's day had to do with a long story of why they wanted to burn the bed spreads and how some way Brendon managed to get tangled in one of them and couldn't get out.

Patrick and I's day went along the lines of an intriguing story of the last green pepper we needed for the recipe and how we managed to get it instead of an old violent lady who swung her purse at us because she had also wanted it. Also how I was looking at pasta sauce suggesting for us to just buy that instead of making one by scratch. Then Patrick accidentally hit it out of my hands for it to smash to the ground just so he could say no. He got his point across that's for damn sure. He felt pretty bad though after he realized what he had done. We were all laughing at each other. Then we were finally done eating.

We made a cleaning train of all of us. Patrick would scrub the plate/silverware with soap. Pete would then rinse it off. I would dry it and then Brendon would put it away. The train worked perfectly and it was better than just one of us doing all the work. Mostly because Pete liked to spray us all with water and it was fun, except I had to constantly keep drying things.

Patrick said when we were done with that, "Well I'm going to go get out of these soaking wet clothing."

Pete replied, "I can help you with that if you want."

Patrick chuckled, "You should probably just change yourself."

He raised his eyebrows, "Maybe I'd rather unchange you."

Patrick started running down the hall and up the stairs and Pete chased him. They were such a cute couple.

Brendon turned on some piano music and held out his hand, "May I have this dance?"

I smiled, taking his hand. We ballroom danced for a few minutes. The song was on replay. After a little bit he tipped me back and kissed me. When he pulled me back up so we were still kissing. He led a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. He sucked on the tender area of where my jawline and neck connect. I accidentally moaned a little. His hot breath in my ear whispered, "I want you so bad."

My chest heaved up and down. My heart was racing. I kissed him and in between breaths I said, "I need you, Bren."

He smiled so brightly at me and tugged me down the hall and up the stairs into our new room. He shut the door while I laid down on the bed. He hovered over top of my still body while unbuttoning his shirt. "There's no better way to break in a new bed than this," he whispered.

*Patrick POV*

I ran up the stairs, but Pete was close behind me. He caught me in our bedroom doorway. He held my waist close to his. Our groins were touching. Holy fuck Pete and my groins were pressed against each other. I swallowed hard staring into his deep meaningful eyes. He kissed me softly. He bit my lip as he always did when we kissed. It was his way of asking if his tongue could enter my mouth. I of course always let him. I parted my lips.

He was taller than me, but not by much. His lips detached from mine and he breathed heavily while leaning his forehead against mine.

He whispered, "Do you trust me?"

I nodded ever so slightly, "I trust you with my life..."

He smiled, "Good because I-I'm in love with you, Patrick Stump."

He finally said it...I was basically out of breath from being overly shocked. He tugged at my shirt and removed it from my body, throwing it onto the ground. He shut our bedroom door and took off his own shirt too. Then I watched him unbutton and unzip his skinny jeans. He pulled them down around his ankles, then stepping out of them. Damn did he look attractive.

He stood in front of me in only boxers. He proceeded towards me. He looked down at me with our bodies touching. The feeling was indescribable. He smiled at me and cocked an eyebrow, "So are you going to take off your pants or do you want me to?"