*Brendon POV*

I woke up at 3:00 in the morning. Another sleepless night... I walked into Patrick's room, but he wasn't there. I checked downstairs and he laid there on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey beside him... I did this to him didn't I? Our fights have been going on for too long and I really do want to change...for Patrick and Ryan.

I've been selfish before...so I'm going to ask Patrick whether he wants Pete or Ryan. He can have whoever his little heart desires.

I poured a cup of coffee and decided to pull out the song lyrics for tonight's show. Ryan wrote me lyrics to sing. He writes all of the songs I sing and I wouldn't want it any other way. He's such an amazing writer. In fact he doesn't know how amazing he truly is...

I still remember that night we met. About two or three years ago at some party. We were both drunk and well...basically sexually frustrated.

I'd gotten together with Dallon after that... My love life has been screwed up ever since I could remember. There had been a point recently when I thought I even liked Patrick...and that's why I kept setting him up on dates so I wouldn't feel that way anymore. I lost all feelings for him after we started fighting more frequently. Which in my opinion is better that way, the ending of my feelings not the fighting because I want nothing more than for that to end.

I can't get my mind off of Ryan and how great he looked last night. I'm really trying my hardest not to fall for Ryan, but sometimes the words he writes on paper and the way he knows exactly what to say to me when I'm down or even how when he laughs extremely hard his nose crinkles the slightest...

Last night when Ryan said we became friends because it was too awkward to be anything else I remembered how we woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover. We hadn't realized what happened. I didn't even know him before that so we were just complete strangers. We started talking after that, a lot. We had so much in common that it would have been a shame to miss out on an oppurtunity with a friend like him. Ever since we've been best friends. I almost didn't want him to meet Patrick because I was so protective of him... I knew Patrick wouldn't hurt him, but even the thought or chance shattered my heart... The truth was I didn't really care who my date was, but it was more of just an act to watch Ryan and Patrick hit it off. Then Patrick wasn't interested in him and I didn't want Ryan's feelings hurt...

My mind was scrambling through all these thoughts like maybe if I dated Ryan, only then could I be sure he didn't get hurt, but I still can't promise that...

My head started hurting and pulsing from everything. I swallowed an Advil, then took my coffee and I to the basement where all of my musical things are placed.

I sat in the middle of the floor with my acoustic guitar and began playing notes to go with Ryan's song. It was something new that I have never heard before. It was extremely creative which is why I loved it. He named it, "Build God, Then We'll Talk".

I started singing the first few lines, "It's these substandard motels on the lalalalala corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering."

I was startled when I heard the creaking of the wooden floor boards. I quickly turned my head around. Patrick stood against the doorway, "Are you still mad...?"

I shook my head no, "Are you still mad at me?"

He also shook his head. I smiled, "Good...because I apologize for everything... I'm going to try to change...for the better..."

Patrick sits beside me on the floor, "What was that you were playing?"

"Oh just something Ryan wrote for me to sing. I'm singing it tonight."

He asked, "Play me a few notes?"

I obeyed his question and strummed the notes. Patrick sang some of the words. Damn he had a great voice, but he never believed me. I wished he'd put his voice to some sort of use instead of hiding his gift from everyone else. Selfish bastard. Not really though he's one of the most unselfish people I have ever met.

He asked, "Want to go to the diner?"

I nodded. That was a tradition between the two of us. To go in the middle of the night to the 24-hour diner down the street. We did it very often. It was like our special place.

We got up and started leaving the house. While I was putting on my sweatshirt he asked, "Do you have Pete's number?"

"Actually no I don't, but I can ask Ryan for it."

He nodded as I called Ryan. After about six rings he picked up, "Who the fuck is this and why the fuck are you calling me at 3:00 in the morning?!"

I giggled, "Hey Ryro it's just Brendon."

Suddenly his mood changed completely from annoyed to being happy, "Hey Brendon! Is something wrong?"

"Nope, I was just going to ask you for Pete's number."

Then his mood changed again. I swear he was bipolar. He said in a saddened tone, "Y-you want Pete's number..?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Umm nothing I just umm, nothing. Let me find it. Wait one minute."

"Okay."

I waited a minute or two and then he told me number by number Pete's number while I wrote it down.

"Thanks Ryan. Patrick appreciates it immensely."

He says, "Wait it's for Patrick not you?"

I laugh, "Yes of course. Did you see how much he liked him?"

He chuckled, "Yes. Yes, I did. Well I will talk to you later. I need my beauty sleep."

I rolled my eyes, "You could sleep for an entire 48-hours, but it still wouldn't affect your beauty."

He said, "Was that a compliment?"

I shrugged, "Maybe... I will talk to you later Ry."

I hung up and handed Patrick the little sheet of paper. His eyes lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. His smile bigger than I've seen it in a long time. He's really hooked on this Pete guy... It couldn't have been more obvious. I was happy for him though. Whenever Patrick was happy so was I.

We started leaving to the diner.

*Ryan POV*

For a second there I was worried because I don't want Brendon to like Pete... My plan was to bring Pete along because he's the only one who knew that I really really liked Brendon so he wouldn't interfere with my situation. When I thought Brendon was asking for his number for his own use, just broke my heart...for a minute or two. My entire mood changed, but then Brendon gave me a compliment and I can't even explain it, but he litterally completes me. I've liked him for such a longtime and I wish one day he'd finally reciprocate my feelings for him....

I always thought he was too scared. It was hard for me to watch him fall in love with Dallon and then have his heart shattered and never trust anyone again... I think he trusted me, but not in the way I wished... I always stayed by his side, always waiting and hoping...

Someday I hope he realizes the lyrics I write for him are litterally for him.

Pete crashed at my place last night because he didn't want to drive all the way home. He does that a lot and I don't know why he doesn't just become roommates. I was so exhausted, but I couldn't fall back asleep. Wouldn't be the first night Brendon's kept me up all night long...

*Patrick POV*

I sat beside Brendon at the diner drinking a cup of coffee and sharing a piece of pie. He was telling me about how last week Ryan and him saw an amazing movie. I didn't go because I was sending applications to a few businesses. I've been really in need of a new job... I got fired a little bit ago from the grocery store next to the diner. It's been hard trying to find a new job. Of course it's only been a few weeks trying, but it's still difficult. Brendon has been doing shows at the club for money. It's been a struggle lately... Listening to Brendon talk has been my only relief, besides meeting Pete of course...he just made me forget all of my problems for a second.

Brendon asked a question I'd been dreading, "So how's the job search going?"

I sighed, "Not good..."

"Why don't you just sing at the club with me?"

I was really scared to, actually. The thought of singing in front of that many people just terrified me... I said, "I don't know, Brendon. I'm not that good of a singer.."

He shouted, "Yes you are! You're one of the best I know! Please at least sing karaoke!"

I laughed, "Okay, okay I will sing karaoke. I promise!"

I was happy it wasn't some kind of loud music playing club, but instead a classy-type one. Brendon seemed satisfied, "Thank you."

We clinked our coffee mugs together. Then took a drink.

*****

Brendon wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. He specifically made us all wear suits. He was putting my tie on for me at the moment. Sometimes he's like my dad or my big brother. He's great though. Brendon stared at me in the eyes and said with a serious tone, "My little Pattycakes. You look all grown up."

He jokingly began tearing up. I laughed, "Oh shush Brendy! But be honest do I look good?"

He looked me up and down and said in his sarcastic stereotypical gay voice, "You look fierce. Pete is going to love you," he snapped his fingers to make an ending point.

I smiled and laughed. God I don't know what I'd do without him... He's one of the very few people in my life who can make me smile when I don't feel well or when I'm feeling down. That's why I love our friendship and I really hope these fights and bumps in the road end because I really miss my best friend...

He said, "So are you ready to go meet the guys at the club?"

I nod, "As ready as I'll ever be..."

He smiled, "It's going to be a good night. I can just feel it."