(Patrick's POV)

Come on, come on and let me in. The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints.

I couldn't even read that part without blushing. How was I supposed to be able to sing it in front of an audience during concerts or performances? It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't actual bruises on my thighs from his fucking fingerprints! I'm pretty sure he'd held me tight enough to leave the actual print. Like a criminal being forced to leave his fingerprints after being arrested.

Because that's what Peter was... a criminal. He'd come in last night and stolen the smidgen of self resistance I had against him. Yes, I had been drinking. But I wasnt drunk enough to not know what I was doing. Pete found me at a weak point and I wanted him. So I'd made a mistake.

I couldn't allow myself to make that mistake again. Especially after the way he'd hurt me. Even after the hiatus, I put full trust in him. And he threw it away like week old pizza. Wait, bad example. Pete would still eat that week old pizza. Having sex with him put me ten steps back. Now I was too aware of him. When I woke up this morning I couldn't even move. I was so angry. He'd woken up right after me and I left. Locking myself in the bathroom. And then he went and bragged about it for a fucking song. That was the problem with Pete. He couldn't keep a secret. And loose lips sink ships.

"We're going to head out." Joe snapped me out of my Pete induced revelation.

"You guys will be back tomorrow?" I akded.

"Yeah. But I have workout training the day after." Andy flexed his arms dramatically. I laughed.

"Me too."

"You don't work out, dude." Pete rolled his eyes at Joe.

"Yeah, but I just don't feel like working on a Sunday." He admitted.

"Neither do I!" I agreed with Joe. "So we won't meet on Sundays."

"Good, Bye Patrick!" They headed for the door. "Don't forget to email Kay back about that Disney offer."

"I won't! Bye dudes."

Apparently when Joe said we, he only meant him and Andy. Because Pete closed the door behind them and walked to sit down on my couch. How do you nicely tell someone you want them to get the hell out of your house? I walked around the couch and sat down on the opposite side. As far away from him as possible. He smiled at me. I frowned.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Excuse me?" Was he being serious.

"I'm serious, Patrick. We uh, I got pretty rough last night. And I wanted to make sure-"

"I'm fine!" I snapped. I didn't need a replay of last nights events. I kept getting them in my head already. And some of them were in slow motion. Oh god!

"Sorry." He muttered.

"Pere," I said more softly. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to spend some extra time with you."

"Why?"

"I missed you."

I'd missed him too. Well before yesterday. We also took a few months away from each other after tour. It helped us not want to kill the other members. Seeing someone all day every day could really take its toll on you. Especially when you used to have a sexual relationship with that someone.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. I needed a drink. A stiff one. I had too much on my mind. I poured a coffee cup full of alcohol and walked back to the living room to face Pete. I couldn't look him in the eye after what happened last night. I don't know how he was acting so normal about it. I crossed my legs and winced. I hope he didn't notice. Slowly, I sipped my drink. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't going to tell him I missed him back though.

"How's Bronx?"

"He's awesome! Ash has him this weekend. I hate leaving her with him."

"I understand." Pete's ex-wife didn't have the best past. Neither did Pete, but she out does him and that's really saying something. Pete's had primary custody of Bronx since he was an infant. She gets him a weekend out of every month. "Megan doing okay?" I said it casually enough. But my hands still tightened around the mug.

"Patrick." He sighed my name. "I don't know how else to say I'm sorry. I really really am!" His voice was low and desperate. Good.

"Pete, for the last time, you don't have to apologize for getting your own girlfriend pregnant." I took a bigger gulp.

Yes he did. And yes he should. He lied to me for month. Told me that Megan was just a cover up. That they never had sex or even kissed since we started writing Save Rock and Roll. And I believed him. He was the opposite of affectionate around her. Never even holding her hand or sitting too close. He'd even went as far as to kiss me in front of her. It was short and he effortless but he still kissed me. We were great. Like the perfect (secretly dating, un-exclusive) couple.

And then we took a weeks break from tour. Pete and I still talking and Skyping every day. Until one day I log onto Twitter and my mentions are being flooded with questions asking am I going to be happy to be an uncle again. I check Pete's profile and there it is. A picture of him and her lying down. KISSING. With his hand on her perfectly flat stomach. Announcing a baby Wentz number two. I was livid! We argued. He lied. We fought (physically). I cried. And we broke up. The rest if the tour was awkward and uncomfortable for everyone in the band. By the end we decided to bury the hatched and move on from it. And by move on, I mean I was so fucking done with Pete.

"It was a stupid mistake. I was stupid-"

"Was stupid?"

"I shouldn't have been lying to you like that." He continued on ignoring my interruption. "I'm so fucking sorry. MJ and I are really over now. We're just going to take care of the baby. But we aren't in. Relationship. Please, Patrick, believe me." I just rolled my eyes. I'd heard all this before too many times to count. And I took another sip of my drink.

"You're the same lying cheat, Pete." The Brandy was making me bold. "You are what you are. And what you are is a cheat."

"But I don't have to be!" He whined. "I can change. I have changed."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not going down that road again. I can't trust you. Its All water under the bridge. Like the sand that's in the bottom of the hour glass. Your time is up! And my cup is empty!" I stood up and headed to refill my glass.

As I was pouring, Pete walked in the kitchen with a look of determination on his face. Oh shit. He stalked over to me and pushed me against the fridge, slamming his mouth with mine. The glass bottle slid from my hands and shattered onto the floor. Great! No sense in trying to fight him off. Just because I didn't want to be with him, doesn't mean he isn't damn good at what he does. And what he does is sex. I reached my hands up and tangled them in his hair. His hands slid from my waist to my thighs and landed behind my knees. He pulled my legs to straddle them around his waist. I groaned and he stopped kissing me.

"I don't know how else to apologize. To prove I'm sorry." He breathed.

"This is fine." I muttered impatiently. "Keep doing this." I tried to kiss him again but he stopped me.

"No. This is just sex. I want you back."

Ugh! I carefully removed my legs from around him and stood up straight. Being careful of the broken glass, I lifted the cup up and walked out of the kitchen. Pete followed. "Pete, that's never going to happen. Its the past. That's where it's going to stay." I sipped my drink.

"I don't think so." Pete took the cup from my hands and downed the rest if it. His face pulled into a grimace. "That's some strong coffee." I laughed then.

"Let's just stay friends, its safer that way."

"Our love, wasn't some our glass. Its immortal. Lasting forever and ever." He leaned in close enough to kiss me. I closed my eyes. "Even our lust is eternal. Like a fire you can't put out. I'd rather watch it burn you alive than to put it out." My breathing became uneven. And then he backed away and headed for the door.

"Bastard." I nearly whimpered.

"Dream hot dreams of me tonight." He opened the door. "I won't tell anyone."

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(Joe's POV)

We met at Patrick's again. Pete and I came at the same time. Andy was just walking in the door. I was glad he was here because I felt hella uncomfortable. The tension between Pete and Patrick could be cut with a knife. They'd been throwing weird looks at each other all afternoon. I couldn't tell if they were good or bad. They were just weird.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Andy raised his hands up in surrender.

"Its fine. Just get your ass in here." I mumbled.

"Okay." He sat down beside me. "I was thinking that we could reuse the theme of Centuries."

"What?" Patrick didn't look like he agreed.

"Not the same lines like Pete decided with the 'check in tomorrow is I don't wake up dead' thing." Patrick frowned at Pete. He hadn't liked it when Pete incorporated that into two different songs.

"What do you mean then, dude?" I asked.

"Just the theme. Like Centuries is about us being remembered for a long time. But didn't Pete say something about playing forever? Forever is different than just a long time."

"So our music will not only be remembered for centuries, it'd be eternal." Pete smiled at the idea.

"Immortal." Andy smiled back.

"Like that's going to happen."

"You don't think we could be immortal for long?" Pete joked.

"That doesn't even make sense." Patrick snapped.

"Well how about just being immortal until we don't even want our music to be heard anymore?" I don't know if it made sense. But I'd say anything to keep those two from arguing. It never ends well for either of us.

"Yeah." Andy agreed. "Well live forever, until we want our curtains to close!"

"That's clever." Patrick smirked but then he frowned. "Guys what if it isn't clever enough?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if people are tired of our clever way with words? What if they hate it now?"

"You have to have a little faith." Andy told him.

"Look where faith got us with Folie!" He snapped. God, was he on his period now?

"Patrick," Pete cautiously approached him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes the only reward for having faith is to test it over and over again. Every day."

Patrick visibly relaxed but he still shrugged off Pete's hand. Pete frowned. "I guess you're right. But don't touch me."

Uh uh! "Are you guys fighting again?" I groaned in frustration.

"No" Patrick said at the same time Pete said. "Yes."

"Oh fuck!" Andy knew how bad it could get too. "Is it about Megan again?"

"None of your business." Pete muttered.

"Its our past. We'll deal with it." Patrick added.

"Its out future!" Andy told them.

"Yeah. They might be your problems and your business but we as a band always have to deal with it. And stitch it up!" I wanted them to know exactly how I felt.

"Can we just get on with the damn song?!" It was Pete's turn to be snappy

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"They say we are what we are. But we don't have to be!" Pete sang

"I'm bad behaviour but I do it in the best way." I refused to sing my lyrics. So I just spoke them.

"I'll be the watcher of the eternal flame." Pete made very obvious eye contact with Patrick. "I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams. I am the sand in the bottom half of the our glass."

"I'd be bad ass to put an echo after that." Andy said. So it as a note in the lyrics.

"I try to picture me without you, but I can't" Patrick glared at Pete as he sung it. Pete's eyes widened.

"Cus we could be immortal. Immortals." Andy beamed that his suggestion.

"Just not for long." Pete's lyric reminded us.

"Live with me forever now. Pull the black out curtain down." I wrote as I spoke.

"Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith, is when its tested again and again everyday." Pete said it low.

"I keep comparing your past to my future." Patrick looked at Pete again.

"They might be your wounds but they're my sutures." Andy didn't sing either.

"Live with me forever now! Let's pull the blackout curtains down!" Patrick broke his staring match with Pete to sing playfully and dance around the studio.

"Oh we could be Imooooorrrrtal!" Pete grabbed his hands and danced with him.

Patrick didn't pull away from him. Maybe their little battle was over. I hoped so. I looked over at Andy and he shrugged. He was just as confused as I was. We watched them sing the lyrics in different melodies. Playfully dancing. Maybe making music was a neutral, calming ground for them. If so, we were going to be making a lot!