*Patrick POV*

The four of us were in the car looking for this specific large modern house that was on sale. Ryan shouted, "We passed it!"

Pete backed up and pulled into the driveway. The house looked beautiful. It was light brown with dark brown shutters. A two door garage extended to the left of the house. It was two floors with a finished basement as said in the description. I was really excited about this.

We walked up the stone pathway to the door. I pressed the doorbell. Pete said, "Ah house hunting. I have a good feeling about this."

Ryan smiled, "Me too."

The real estate agent opened the door. I smiled politely at her, "Good afternoon."

She shook my hand, "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Megan and I'm here to give you a tour of this extravagant estate."

Pete spoke in an almost fancy tone, "Extravagant indeed."

She giggled, "Sorry it's in my job description to have to act this way."

Brendon said, "I think you should be more friendly and open. Maybe even sexy."

She laughed, "I'm supposed to try and sell this house, not my body."

She was very pretty though. She wore a feminine suit, which was a blazer and a matching skirt with a bright blue blouse. She had straight brown hair pulled into a bun.

Pete said, "If you unbuttoned your shirt a little and put your hair down you'd be much more attractive."

She did exactly that. She unbuttoned her shirt and put her hair down. Her hair smelled like flowers. She said, "Better?"

Brendon said, "Much."

I chuckled and she said, "Can we now start the tour?"

We all nodded. Right now we were stood inside the hallway as soon as you enter the house. Straight ahead to the right, against the wall was the staircase leading upstairs. She took us to the left room which was a burgendy dining room with a chandelier. The wood looked like mahogany and the chairs too with a burgundy satin seat cushion. Megan showed us into the kitchen. It was as Ryan said "glorious". It had a two door stainless steel refrigerator along with granite counter tops. It had everything and more. I couldn't wait to learn how to cook something in here.

Out of the kitchen she brought us into the living room. It had a large dark brown "L" shaped couch. Many cabinets to store stuff in like movies or books. Everything was almost empty which meant we would bring our own belongings such as our TV sets the walls were a matching brown to the couch.

She gestured for us to follow her into what she called "living room part deux". I laughed. It was lighter in there all together. The walls were light blue and the light floral furniture was a Victorian type style. There was a clear door that lead out of there and into an outdoor greenhouse area. I loved it. She pointed back into the kitchen, "The glass sliding doors there lead to the backyard. The backyard contains a pool and a gazebo. Quite nice if I do say so myself."

I was happy about that. So many oppurtunities. She brought us up the stairs and to the bedrooms. There were four. Two had king sized beds and the other two had queen sized beds. She joked, "Looks like you guys would have to play rock, paper, scissors for the king beds."

Brendon said, "Nah I prefer to sleep with my boyfriend."

Her eyes widened, "Ohhhh!"

I asked, "What?"

"You guys are gay!"

I laughed, "Yeah no kidding!"

She apologized while the rest of us laughed at her oblivious self. She showed us the bedrooms and bathrooms also, but I was already sold even before she showed us the jacuzzi in the large upstairs bathroom.

We returned downstairs and she showed us the basement. It had a bar and basically another living room area along with a bathroom. The tan rug looked very soft, matching the tan walls. The huge area looked perfect for our musical instruments. She said, "Alright end of tour. Any comments?"

I wasn't listening to her most of the tour because I was so amazed at the house itself. We all exclaimed, "We'll take it!"

The next hour or two of paperwork made me want to smash my head through the table, but we finished it. Brendon and I offered for the two of them to come back to our place for dinner. Wine and take-out pizza. What can I say I'm a singer not a chef.

We all sat on the floor in Brendon and I's living room and ate. Ryan said, "Toast to new homeowners."

We all cheered. Brendon asked, "If you don't mind I'd like to take Ryan for a walk."

Ryan gave him a confused look, but followed him out the door. It was just Pete and I. I was thinking about his song lyrics. I was reading them some more last night. There's so many of them that are negative towards something or someone.

I said to him, "Umm Pete...can I ask you something?"

He nodded so I continued, "Everytime I read your lyrics they're always negatively towards someone...like a break up.. If you don't mind my asking...Who's the guy who broke your heart...?"

He was silent and played with his thumbs. "Pete, you can tell me anything and you know that..."

He nodded, but I saw him shed a tear. I wrapped my arms around him, "Oh Pete I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

He said, "It wasn't a guy... She was the best woman I've ever met...and I lost her. It was all my fault..."

"I'm sure that's not true."

He snapped at me, "Yes, it was my fault! I cheated on her with a guy!"

I let go of him. I never saw him being the type to do that. He sobbed into his palms. I felt completely helpless. He said, "I loved her. You remind me of her kind genuine heart. You remind me so much of her and that's why I like you so much."

"Is that why you're dating me...?"

Pete said, "No not entirely!"

I backed away from him. Not entirely....wow that hurt. My heart is litterally aching. I set my dish in the sink and began washing it, ignoring him. Pete said, "Wait no Pattycakes, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then how did you mean it?"

He took a deep breath trying not to cry more, "Patrick, you're an amazing man who I really really like you. You have this amazing personality and I've never tried this hard with someone before. I don't want to lose you. I think you're worth it and I don't want to miss out on that. I don't want to miss out on you. I've had my heart broken before, but I trust you with my heart. I trust you with it more than anyone I've ever met. I know you'll take care of it. For once in my life I like where I am. I like being with this amazing guy. I'd wait a thousand years to be with you or sleep with you if I had to. Why? Because you are worth it. I can't imagine my life without you now. All I can imagine is our future together. I don't like remembering the past because it's painful, but I want nothing more than to remember our memories together. When I found you I wasn't searching for love, but I found it. You showed me I can love again. Please don't give up on me like all the rest..."

I hugged him and I can admit that I cried a little. I knew it was too soon, but when you know, you know right?

I whispered in his ear, "I'm in love with you, Pete..."

*Brendon POV*

I held Ryan's hand with our fingers intertwined. He asked, "Um Bren why did you want to go for a walk?"

I stopped in my tracks. I though about how I should place the words together. I finally said, "It's been bothering me a lot.... But when Dallon and I were dating....and all those sad songs....was it because of us?"

He looked away, "Why can't you just forget Brendon? I'm still trying to, but it's almost like I'm constantly reminded of the man who ruined my life and your best friend's life everyday."

"He ruined Patrick's? But I can't forget, Ryan. No matter how much I want to I can't. I think about it all the time. I think about how hurt you might have been. I think about how you must have felt. I wonder whether I had broken your heart or not..."

Ryan let go of my hand. He moved his hands to express his emotions, "Do you really want to know? I was so fucking hurt. I'd come home crying to Pete about how in love I was with you, but you were with Dallon. Everytime he hurt you I was there for you, but you still went back to him! Was I not good enough? That's what I wondered everyday. My heart wasn't just broken. It was shattered beyond repair. I was so in love with you that I couldn't take it anymore!"

He began running away from me. I started crying, "No! Ryan please don't run away from me!"

*Ryan POV*

I ran into a park and hid in the way back of the playground, under the slide. My thumb brushed over the faint scars on my wrist. He just couldn't let it go.... If he loved me he'd let it go. That was the worst year of my life. I was in so much pain and I resorted to this. I hate myself everyday for it. Scars don't go away. I am literally going to be forever reminded of the bad times.

Scars are like tattoos, but with better stories. I could tell you every single scar's story that I illegibly slit. It was painful. It was like art. My wrists were the canvas and the blade was the brush. Every stroke of that brush expressed my feelings. It was art in a way no one could understand. Just not an art that anyone would want to buy or show in an art gallery. The enjoyment and pleased faces of the art buyers was that excruciating pain I felt. It was the only feeling that I thought I deserved to have. When I went deeper was the deepest feeling I thought I'd ever feel in my life.

My whole existence was painful. I didn't want to live. My life was short and I could physically and emotionally feel it coming to an end. To me it was the end of all things....

At the time there was no anchor in Pete and I's friendship. We both wanted to die and who was there to stop us? Death was in the air and all around us. I'm surprised we were even alive to this day...

The day Pete's girlfriend broke up with him and the day Brendon got back together with Dallon after Dallon had cheated on him for the hundredth time was a day to be remembered. I will never forget it. Pete and I wanted to die. We had the pills set out too. Alcohol was already in our system.

We each took a bottle and a handful of pills. We swallowed them all and laid there side by side. We held hands while closing our eyes, wishing to die in our sleep. Everything was too much, the pressure, the anxiety, the depression. We both clinked our bottles and took a long swig out of it. We didn't say a word. Soft music played in the background. We laid there, still.

Suddenly Pete sat up, "Wait! We have to write a death note!"

We wrote one. In that time of writing that long note we realized how drunk we truly were. We threw up everything. All of the pills, gone. I still have my letter and so does Pete. Just in case. That is the only memory I have ever remembered while being drunk and I would do anything to forget it...

I snapped out of my thoughts when Brendon sat down next to me in the few drop grass. I completely forgot I was still touching my wrist. Brendon stared at me, "Ryro...are those..."

"Yes....this is why I want to forget, but I never will I'm constantly reminded of it in every second of everyday. I made so many mistakes. So many you will never know and you need to respect that."

He said, "I'm sorry. I made the biggest mistake of ever choosing him over you and there is so many of those mistakes.... You're the one I want. You have always been. I respect you. I'll try not to bring it up again... I now realize how much it affected you and I can never be more sorry. I could never apologize enough for you to ever forgive me for that. Now that I have you I will never let you go and I will spend every minute of everyday I have with you to repay you with love for the pain I caused you. I love you."

I hugged him. He may never actually realize his much it really affected me, but I knew he meant every word he said. I loved him so very much. I'm so happy I stayed alive long enough to have this moment. The apology that I've been waiting for for so long. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and I couldn't wait to do so. I was madly in love with him. I kissed his soft lips then let go.

I whispered, "Brendon, I forgive you."

(A/N Sorry the beginning was really boring, but I just wanted you guys to know what their new house is going to look like. Have a lovely day! x)