*Patrick POV*

God I hated blind dates. Ever since I told Brendon I was into guys that's all he's been doing...

I sigh heavily, "Do I HAVE to go?"

He nods as he fixes my sweater, "Yes because you might really like him. He has dark hair and he looks damn good in skinny jeans. Just don't get too drunk tonight alright?"

I chuckled, "Well it's your fault, you set it up at a bar. Why a bar of all things? What if I really fall for this guy and people ask how we met? At a bar."

Brendon rolled his eyes, "Oh shut the fuck up and deal with it. I will be there the entire time too because he is bringing his friend."

I ask, "What's this guys name anyways? And how old is he?"

Brendon turned around, looking in the mirror, "His name is Ryan Ross and he is twenty-two."

"Alright so only a year difference. What about your date?"

He said, "His name is Pete Wentz. He is twenty-six."

"Brendon, that's six years age difference!"

He nodded, "And what's your point? It's called experience, my friend."

"Of course you'd think that. Brendon, I'm just saying now I'm not looking for a fuck buddy."

He giggled, "Yeah I know you aren't."

"What about the poor bastard who is your date? He will be crushed when he finds out you're only using him for sex."

Brendon fixes his bow tie on his button down short sleeve shirt, "He's not going to find out, Patrick. I sure hope you don't say anything to him."

I nod, "Hey no need to worry. But I'd lie if I said you using guys didn't bother me."

He turned around, "And you're coming to find your soulmate?"

"No, I'm coming because you're making me."

A smile formed across his face, "Now look who's catching on."

I shoved his arm playfully. He sprayed us both with cologne and pulled me by the arm outside and to the car. He was my roommate and best friend and yet I still questioned why I kept him around. He said, "So are you ready for a damn good night?" Oh right it was for comic relief? Honestly I didn't know why, but it'd be just plain wrong to leave him.

I nod, "Sure whatever you say Brendy."

He smiled, "So you're using my pet name again? Patty?"

I laugh, "Just drive."

He smiled and looked straight ahead. At least it was a beautiful day here in good ole Chicago.

We pulled into the parking lot of the bar. You could already see people stumbling out of the bar in an act of intoxication. What a great night this will be...

Brendon and I walked in together. The bittersweet smell of alcohol entered my senses. He had his hand on my shoulder firmly. I ask, "Do you see them?"

He turned his head scanning the room. He flicked his head to the right and gestured for me to follow him. I saw the back of someone's head and across from him was a guy wearing way too much eyeliner on one eye and the normal amount on the other. Brendon wore eyeliner too and I very much enjoyed making fun of him for it. He always told me his friend had showed him how, but he never told me what friend. When we neared them, the mystery guy turned around and stared at me. He looked beautiful the way his lips were pursed and then formed a bright white smile. Damn my legs were getting weak just looking at him.

His jet black hair swept across his forehead delicately. He wore a beanie and when he stood up to greet me in those tight black pants and in a striped hoody I felt a shiver course through my body. I wished he'd be mine. Our hands met. He said, "Hey I'm Pete Wentz. You must be Patrick Stump."

I nodded and smiled lightly. I was really hoping that he'd be my date, Ryan...

He wore eyeliner around his brown glistening eyes. He was a sure sight of beauty. Brendon was a lucky guy. I sat across Ryan and Brendon sat across Pete. I said, "Sorry I didn't greet you?"

Ryan reached his arm across the table and I took his hand shaking it. He said, "I'm Ryan Ross. It's really nice to meet you."

I nod, "Nice to meet you too."

I gestured toward Brendon, "Ryan this is Brendon."

He laughed, "I know. He's the one who set this date up."

The two shared a look. It made me kind of suspicious... But immediately became distracted because I had to admit Pete was really attractive... I stared at Ryan his hair was formed into the perfect look of sex hair or the way someone's hair might look after sex? Whatever it was he looked good. I kind of thought he'd be more Brendon's type in all honesty. He also wore dark colored skinny jeans like Pete and he had on a tight black shirt. I smiled shyly at the ground. I played with my Chuck Taylor's as I always do when I am nervous.

A busty waitress came to our table. She asked, "What would you all like to order," in her most flirtatious voice. Obvious she doesn't realize we are all gay... But then again the way Pete eyed her up maybe he wasn't gay. Brendon said in his most stereotypical gay voice, "We would all like a beer, please." He did it on purpose.

I held up my hand, "I'd like a whiskey actually."

Pete smiled, "I'd like the same, please."

She nods and walks away. Brendon cocks an eyebrow towards me. I then say to Pete, "So are you really gay?"

He chuckled, "I'm bi. My preference is guys though."

I nod slightly. Brendon speaks up, "I'm going to use the restroom. Patrick come with."

I slide out of the booth and walk towards the door with the hanging sign "Restroom" above it. Brendon yells right away when we walk in, "What the hell was that?!"

"What was what..."

"You and Pete! He seems into you! Remember you get Ryan!"

"Okay calm the fuck down Brendon you still get him. We just share the love for whiskey. But what about that look you and Ryan shared? Huh?!"

He swallows hard and looks very pale. "Start talking, Urie."

He clenches his fists. He knows I'm mad and irritated when I use his last name. He said, "If I told you, you'd hate me..."

"I'm about to walk out of here in 10 seconds. What the hell happened?"

He rubs his arm sheepishly. "Alright fine... Ryan and I have umm fucked before..."

I turned around, "Goodbye."

He started saying, "Patrick it's not what it sounds!"

I walked towards the table, "I'm going to call it a night. Nice meeting you Pete."

I start to leave then Ryan calls to me, "Did I do something wrong?"

I flinched as I see Brendon walking towards me the other way. I turn around, "You and Brendon...?"

Pete looked confused, "What's going on?"

Ryan said, "Patrick, it happened so long ago...and we were extremely drunk. We just became friends after it happened because it was too awkward to be anything else, even strangers."

I nod, "How is it awkward to have been anything else? Being friends is the most awkward possible outcome you both could have chose.... That's a great explanation and all, but that still doesn't mean I'm staying. I'm sorry."

As I start to walk away someone grabs my hand. It was Pete he said, "Please stay.."

I look at him confused, but the sadness in his eyes made me stay. He had such soft hands. His touch gave me a feeling no one else had ever brought over me. Brendon sat back down and I sat beside him. The waitress brought our drinks. I sipped it a little when she walked away. Pete and I smiled at each other. Brendon nudged me, "Remember..."

I gave him a look, "I can go home anytime I want to."

He sighed. I look at Ryan and Pete, "So are you two normally put on blind dates?"

Pete laughed, "That's all Ryan ever does for me. I'm really starting to get sick of these fucking assholes only wanting a fuck though."

I kicked Brendon in the shin. Ryan said, "Guilty as charged. But I do apologize for them. Brendon isn't like that. Right?"

I chuckled a little and I even saw Ryan chuckle. The look Ryan and I gave each other is how I knew we were going to be great friends. Brendon was silent and blushing. Brendon said, "Umm I'm going to ask the waitress for ann other drink. I'll be right back."

I asked the two, "Did you guys plan that?"

Ryan nodded and laughed, "That's how we met so yeah. He needs to learn a lesson."

I chuckle, "What a good way to do so. So Pete were you serious about what you said?"

He shrugged, "Well I like both ways, but I actually am kind of sick of these one night stands. It's been that way for so long..."

I nod, "I completely understand how you feel..."

Ryan said, "So Patrick how do you and Brendon know each other?"

"Well he's my best friend. We met way back when in high school. We were both lonely and found each other. He can be a douche at times, but I can't lose him because he's still my best friend and I love him like a brother."

Pete gave me a smile. As Brendon comes back I asked, "So what about you and Pete?"

Pete says, "We were in a band together in high school. We were the only two who remained friends after things had ended and that's okay with me because the other guys were such dicks."

I answered, "Yeah guys tend to be dicks sometimes."

He laughed a little, "Yes, yes they do."

I smiled. I really enjoyed his laugh. Brendon notices my smile. He gives me a look. He knows me far too well to realize I have a thing for Pete...but it was hard not to I mean have you seen his big beautiful brown eyes and that body in skinny jeans...wow.

How does he expect me to be into a guy that I know he has fucked. It made me uncomfortable thinking about it. In fact they all kind of made me uncomfortable and very self-concious...

I finished the last bit of my whiskey with a gulp. I felt a buzz coming on. I ask, "So Brendon, what now?"

He buried his head in his palms. I noticed he was sweating. He might've been more nervous than me...if that was even possible. "Brendy, what's wrong?"

Pete laughs a little, "Pet names?"

I smirk, "We've already passed that point of our friendship a long time ago. Now we just do it for concern or to annoy the fuck out of each other."

Pete and Ryan laughed at my joke. Brendon said, "It is annoying, but anyways I don't know what else to do? I guess I thought this would turn out better than it did."

We were all running out of conversation starters. I say, "Why don't we all go out again tomorrow? But instead of some sort of blind date we are all just going as friends. We could even stay home. It's up to you guys."

Ryan nods, "That sounds like a good plan to me. Where do you want to meet?"

I shrug and turn to Pete, "Any ideas?"

Brendon speaks up, "I can't tomorrow. I'm singing at the club tomorrow remember?"

I think for a moment, "Wait don't they have karaoke afterwards?"

Ryan says, "Yeah they do! We could watch Brendon perform and then bullshit the rest of the night."

I cocked an eyebrow towards him. Pete chuckles at me, "He basically means the rest of the night we could do whatever the fuck we want."

I smile, "Thanks for that lovely explanation, Pete."

He smiled and he was too cute when he got that way. I knew what Ryan meant. I just didn't know what were the plans he had in mind, but Pete just made everything the more better. He was a keeper for sure. If I couldn't have him and Brendon could, I swear I'd beat the shit out of him if he hurt Pete because he doesn't deserve him to begin with to be honest....I've always been kind to everyone I meet and Brendon can be a real jerk sometimes, but somehow he gets the best angels and manage to turn them into monsters. I'm probably overexagerating, but sometimes it was true. I'm just glad he hasn't done such things to Ryan...yet. Of course he's my best friend and I love him to death, but I can't explain the way he makes me feel sometimes whether it's anger or annoyance or a mixture of the two.

Brendon cuts me off from my thoughts, "So are you going to slide out of the booth, Patty? Or am I going to have to climb over the table to leave?"

I say, "Your sarcasm isn't amusing me," I stand up out of the seat. I tripped over my shoelace and onto Pete, spilling his drink on him. I waited for a jerky comment like "Watch where you're going!" or "What the hell!", but he smiled at me and asked if I was okay.

I nodded, "Yeah my shoelace just came undone. I'm so sorry..."

He laughed and shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I always have a change of clothing at home. So I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nod and smile. Ryan commented, "So this was the shortest double date I've ever been on." Ryan and I shook hands again and then they left. I watched Pete with every step he took. He was litterally breath taking... I wondered how a guy like that could possibly be into me...or even how Ryan would be into me...

Brendon smirked at me, "Is that drool I see? Does someone have a crush?"

I elbow him, "Oh shut up."

He laughed, "I'm glad you like Ryan."

"Ryan?"

Oh shit. I completely had forgotten he was supposed to be my date. Brendon said, "Wait were you staring at Pete? Remember?"

I started walking away and to the car. Brendon got in and started driving when I said, "Brendon, you get all of the guys. Why can't once when I like a guy I get him? He's not even interested in what you are looking for..."

"You don't know what I'm looking for."

"Yes I do. A new boy toy. A sex buddy. Can't you just take Ryan?"

His eyes widened. His reaction made me wonder if he had a crush on him. I ask, "Wait do you like Ryan?"

He shrugged and looked down. "Oh my God. So you think you might like someone, but yet you still try to hook up with someone else. Stop pretending and fighting your feelings! Take a chance for one fucking time!"

He was silent. I snapped at him and I felt really bad... I was about to apologize when we pulled into our apartment building driveway. He slammed the car door behind him after he got out.

I ran after him, "Brendon..."

He turned around and sadi calmly, "My feelings scare me. I try to cover them up because thinking someone might actually like me and not just want me for sex is a shock to me. I don't believe it. I don't believe Ryan likes me so I don't like him. Don't act like you know how I feel when I don't even know how I feel. Please just let this play out whatever way it's going to."

I hugged him, "I know you are worried to rush into anything now after...Dallon, but you guys broke up for the best. He just wasn't the one and the one could have been sitting across from you at that bar or maybe even across the room... You won't know unless you take a chance."

He let go of me and stared me dead in the eye, "I took a chance once. He was the biggest mistake of my life. Don't tell me to take a chance when you don't."

That shut me up. It hurt more because I knew it was true... It's easier said than done. He went to his room, but I decided to sit on the counter and drink some whiskey as I always do when Brendon and I get into a fight. Which sadly happens a lot more than I care to share... This wasn't even our worst fight. I still remember the worst one. It was after I told him I was gay and his reaction of telling his friends hurt because it was like I couldn't trust him. Then he starts setting me up with guys, rushing me into everything...

I sat there taking a swig of the intoxicating bottle. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt like I had to. People have problems with eating their feelings. Mine is drinking my feelings. If I ever became an alcoholic I hate to say it, but Brendon would be to blame.

(A/N This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope it was alright... I know a lot happened in this, but it was all for a reason to show what's been going on before the present date like the fights and the Ryan and Brendon fling.)