(Pete's POV)

I was not the bad guy here! I wasn't. He left. He chose her! We were over when Brendon came. SO I WAS NOT THE BAD GUY! There was no bad guy. Patrick was a married man who went to visit his wife and son. I was a free man who fucked another really hot free man. And Brendon was married but in a very open marriage with his wife. So I didn't get why Patrick was pissed at me. I wasn't even mad at him anymore. And i definitely didn't understand why Brendon and Patrick were pissed at each other. They were both happily married men. It's not like either one of them were fighting for me.

So that's why I was outside of Patrick's house right now. After six at night. In the rain. To get some answers. It was already nearing Thanksgiving. I didn't want to bring in that big new years party with tension in the room. MJ was back at my house babysitting Bronx and probably spoiling Saint. She's been a big help. If things had gone a little differently I would have probably married her. I walked out of the car and knocked on Patrick's door. What I wasn't expecting was Elisa to open it.

"Pete?" She held their new son in her arms. Rocking him gently as she stood there. Declan was his name. The name Patrick's father almost gave him. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, Elisa seemed like a good mom.

"Is Patrick in?" She looked hesitant. Like she was about to lie to me. "He's expecting me." I lied first. Her eyes narrowed but she stepped aside.

"Every morning when I visit with Declan, he's been in the basement. He's stayed in there for hours at a time. And then he goes back after dinner."

"Recording?" She nodded. Why was she telling me this?

"I-I love Patrick, Pete." How nice. I rolled my eyes and headed to the stairs that led to the basement. "But he loves you." I stopped and turned back to face her. She was frowning. A dark look taking over her features. "I don't know why he would."

"Thanks?" I said sourly.

"I just mean, look at the things you've done to him. Said to him. In the past you'd leave him so fast I'd have to double check that you weren't wearing some kind of jetpack." She laughed at herself. It was a soft, hurt laugh. "And I've been nothing but good to him for years. I sat back and watched you two together. Turning a blind eye. Even after we were married. And he still won't love me like he loves you." She choked on the last words and a broken sob mixed in with it.

"Elisa-"

"He even asked for our son's middle name to be Kingston." Her grip loosened on Declan as she sobbed. "Your fucking middle name! And when I said not he was mad at me! Me!"

I gently pried the infant from her arms and she let me. Knowing that she wasn't in a stable condition. I lifted him up so that he was inches from my face. And his blue eyes stared into mine. Blue eyes that were just like Patrick's. He was just at beautiful as Saint. A part of me wanted the child to look nothing like Patrick. A part of me wanted to resent this baby. But how could I hate the eyes identical to the ones I feel in love with?

"I'm going to take him down the the basement to see Patrick."

"He's not down there." She said through her cries. "He drove off about five minutes before you arrived. H-He went to see you."

"Patrick's on his way to my house?" She nodded. Her brown eyes looking sadly into mine. Dark rings outline them. Visible even with her glasses on. She didn't look well at all. "Elisa, I-I'm going to take Declan with me to Patrick."

"No!"

"Elisa, you're in no condition to be taking care of him alone right now. You need sleep. MJ will be there, if you don't trust me."

"Patrick's going to think I'm not even a good enough mother to take care of my son!"

I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug with one arm. Using the other to hold Declan securely to me chest. "Patrick knows you're a great mom. Even the best mothers need a break. I'll bring him back in the morning. I promise."

"O-Okay."

"Go get me his carseat, some diapers and a change of clothes."

"Okay."

She walked into the bedroom. A few seconds later she appeared with the carseat and some sort of plastic covering that she explained was to protect him from the rain. I had no idea those things even existed. I need to make sure I got one for Said. Well, knowing MJ, he probably already had one...or five. I said goodbye to Elisa and speed walked to the car. Securing the carseat in the back. I pulled the plastic back and was met with his piercing eyes again.

"Hey little Declan. Baby Patrick." I whispered. "I've been hurting your daddy a lot lately. But if it's okay with you, I'd like to make it up to him. I'm going to apologize and tell your daddy how much I love him. And then maybe, If i'm the luck SOB I hope I am, I'll be your daddy to." His chubby pink cheeks lifted in a trace of a smile. Spit bubbles tumbling down his cheek. Can a one month old baby even smile? Maybe I was imagining things.

I closed the backseat door and rushed to the front. I started the car as quietly as possible to avoid scaring Declan. As I drove, way slower than usual, thoughts began clouding my head. Why was Patrick at my house? Did he want to reconcile things or was he trying to argue more? What if he left by the time I was gone? Did he hate me? What if he never wanted to be with me again? No, I needed to keep a clear head. I had a precious baby in the car with me. I couldn't get in an accident. I tried to focus on something else. Other cars. Music. Talking. But the city was so quiet tonight. It just made my head ring with more thoughts. I stared out in front of me. My headlights beaming in the empty highway. The white lines rushing in front of me. That's what I could focus on.

So I did. The entire way to my house. When I pulled in front of my house, Declan was fast asleep. His small chest rising and falling with his breathing. I opened my car door and rushed to his. Putting the protective plastic over him, I rushed him into the house. MJ was sitting on the couch. Bronx was beside her watching TV.

"I send you our for milk, you come back with a kid. This has got to stop happening." She joked, coming to stand in front of me. She pulled the plastic off and tossed it near the door. "Ah, little baby Declan." She cooed at him. "Where's the baby Patrick that comes with him?"

"He isn't here?" I looked up at her. She shook her head. "Where's Saint?"

"In the room sleeping."

"Lay Declan down with him. I have to go find Patrick."

"Okay." She took him from me.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. And snatched my umbrella from the coat rack. I don't know how long I'll be out there looking.

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(Patrick's POV)

I stood outside Pete's house with my long, black raincoat on. Just staring at the front door. I'd just watched him run into the house with who I assume was Declan. It looked like his seat at least. I wasn't sure how I felt about the fact that he'd gone to my house and taken my child from his mother. But there had to be a reason for it.

I don't even know why I was here. I'd been recording a son. How to Save a Life by the Fray and I broke down. More than usual. I'd needed to see him. Kiss him. Hold him. Hit him. I couldn't lose a friend. Especially not one I was in love with. But I also just couldn't forgive him for sleeping with Brendon. Fucking Brendon. He knew how I felt about Pete! I'd told him years ago in confidence.

I just felt blue. I couldn't think of a better word to describe it. Black was too dark. Gray was too plain. Blue fit perfectly. Every time I thought of those two it sent a chill through my veins. A chill cold enough to make a hot LA June feel like a cold NY September. I just wanted Pete to come home to me. For all his wrong doings to be undone. I would have rather lived happily and been in the dark about him and Brendon, instead of have it brought to the light. But it was too late for that. I knew. Yet here I stood.

The front door opened and there stood Pete his hands were full but it was too dark to tell what he was carrying. He jogged over to his car and I gasped. He didn't see me. How could he not notice me standing there? Then again, I was probably the last person he'd want to notice.

"Patrick?" My heart began beating faster. "Is that you?" He jogged over from his car to where I was standing. "Why are you standing in the rain?"

"I-Uh. Pete I-" I couldn't finish. I could feel bile rising in my throat as I spoke. I was never this nervous to talk to Pete. I turned to my right and threw up. Everything I had in my stomach was flowing out of my mouth. Pete didn't move away or even frown. He just watched until I finished.

"Here." He handed me the bottle of water in his hand. I reached for it but then stopped.

"I don't want that. I don't know where your lips have been." I guess I wanted to argue then.

"Patrick-"

"There was a time when I could openly share drink with you without worrying who else was sharing your lips."

"It was a one time thing."

"So was MJ and looked where that turned out."

"You don't want to go there, Patrick." He said softly.

"Don't you tell me where I want to go. I know exactly where I want to go."

"You can't keep rubbing MJ in my face when you were with Elisa. You fucking married her. I was gone for a few months and you married her!"

"Gone for a few months fucking MJ." I spat

"That's what you think?" I didn't answer. Just crossed my arms over my chest. Damn it was cold. "Is that why you married her?" Again I didn't answer him. I lifted an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "You married her to get back at me?! Do you have any idea how fucked up that is? Did you ever even love her?"

"Oh course I loved her. Just like you loved MJ." His eyes narrowed. "Or did you ever even Love MJ? Were you just fucking her because you didn't want to alone at night?"

"I don't have to deal with this shit right now, Patrick!" He snapped. "I was looking for you to apologize. Tell you how much I loved you and wanted you back. But now I see how big of a mistake that was." He turned away from me. "Declan is in the house. Get him if you want."

"Pete wait!"

"What?"

"Y-You still love me?" It's been so long since he's said the words. Hearing them again, even in his angry voice, turned my heart to mush.

"What?" He turned to face me

"D-Do you actually love me?" I whispered.

"Duh, you fucking idiot." He walked back to me. And we stood there in the pouring rain. Looking at each other. "Duh."

"Pete, I'm so scared you'll hurt me again." I admitted.

"I know. And I probably will." Damn, too honest for me. "But I won't love you any less."

Was that enough? Yes. Because I loved Pete to. And in all honestly, I would probably hurt him again too. "Kiss me?"

And he did. Even with the taste of vomit in my mouth he kissed me.

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(Joe's POV)

Do you know that saying 'The elephant in the room'? If not, it's a saying used to identify an unspoken, uncomfortable situation. But in all honesty, I would rather an elephant in room than deal with Patrick and Pete's constant up and downs. You never know what to expect when you walk into a room. One day they could be screaming at each other. And the next they'll be kissing on the couch. So it was no surprise when I walked into Patrick's basement and they were cuddling on the couch. Andy was messing with one of the acoustic guitars. I smiled. I'd teach him how to play if he'd just ask.

"We're all friends today?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Pete laughed.

"Tomorrow?"

"No promises." Patrick Joked. But I knew he was partly serious.

"So we're actually going to get something done today?" Andy put the guitar aside.

"Yes, I actually have a song idea." Pete told us. Patrick looked surprised. So this wasn't one they wrote together then.

"Is Brendon not coming?" He'd been at every writing session lately.

"He flew out of state last night." Pete explained. Patrick smiled. "So back to my idea. Last night I wrote something along the lines of, He's in a long black coat tonight. Waiting for me in the down pour outside. He's screaming baby come home in a melody of tears while the rhythm of the rain keeps time."

"I like that a lot." Andy nodded. "And we can have Patrick bellowing baby come home in the background of him singing."

"I was thinking of something softer, actually." Patrick shook his head. Maybe he just didn't want to have to scream into a microphone.

"I've got that Jetpack depression." Pete offered.

"Blues. I've got those Jetpack blues." Patrick changed it.

"Just like Judy."

"What?" They all turned to stare at me.

"Jetpack. Jetson? Judy Jetson? The Jetsons? I don't know. It's the first thing that came to mind." I shrugged.

"But saying blues shows a sort of sadness that doesn't match the Jetsons." I had to agree with Andy. "Having the blues is like a deep serious thing. It can make any happy situation sad."

"Make summer feel like winter."

"Exactly, Patrick!"

"The kind that made June in LA feel like a New York September."

"Not just an LA or New York Summer and winter. It can came any June feel like September. Make that summer The last one you'll ever remember."

"And I'm trying to find my piece of mind behind these two white highway lines. When the city goes silent, The ringing in my ears get violent." Pete mumbled the lyrics.

"Did you ever love her, do you know? Or did you never want to be alone." Patrick said the words sadly. Pete pulled him closer.

"I think if we're going to use Pete's first stand as a hook. We should keep reminding them that we have theses special Jetpack blues."

"Make sure they don't forget."

"Right." I smiled. We were actually getting somewhere today.

"Okay so she's standing in the rain. Crying for him to come back to her." Andy summed up the lyrics so far.

"I said HE." Pete corrected.

"I don't think Patrick would Feel comfortable singing about a man in front of the fans." Patrick nodded shyly. "So as I was saying, she's standing in the rain crying for the guy. And he won't let her in but he doesn't want her to leave."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like he doesn't want her to come in his house. But he doesn't want her to give up trying yet either. A broken, twisted love story." I told you Andy was genius sometimes. "He wants her to break day. Stay out there until the rain stops and the sun shines again. And then when she's all dry, maybe she can come in."

"That's pretty deep dude." Pete smirked.

"Hey, I can be deep!"

''So like, fight off the light tonight and just stay with me. Oh honey don't you leave."

"Don't you remember how we used to split a drink? It never mattered what it was, I think." Patrick looked at Pete as he said it. "I know it's random but that's a pretty intimate thing to do."

"Our hands were just that close." Pete intertwined his fingers with Patrick's as he sung the words.

"But the sweetness never lasted. No." Andy said quickly. We all turned to look at him. "Yes, that was a jab at Pete and Patrick." He laughed.

"So basically it's raining and he's just wearing a long coat. It's summer but it's cold. He wants her to stay out until she dries because he doesn't want wet floors. He drives on the highway and has voices in his ear. They share a soda and have a bipolar relationship?" As I said the words, I realized how crazy this song might come out. "That's very random."

"Or one could say it's very deep." Andy shrugged.

"Sort of confusing honestly." Patrick admitted.

"And 100% Fall Out Boy." Pete smiled.

A/N:

Guys, there's only one song left! Ahh! Thank you for reading and staying with me this far. Trust me, I know I'm not the best writer. And I make tons of grammar mistakes. And my story line is sort of everywhere. So really thank you thank you thank you for still thinking this is worth reading. Comment your feelings so far. Good or Bad. And I love you peeps!