(Pete's POV)

Interviews like this were a drag. We'd released Centuries last week and our manager set up the designated interviews. And they asked the same questions every time. New album? New tour? Song inspiration? Hey buddy, it's the same answers we gave to the last interviewer. Can't these guys like swap notes or something?!

"Pete and Patrick, is the bromance still going strong?" The man, Bob I think, asked. Finally an interesting question.

"Oh, it's going." Joe teased. Andy laughed.

"How do you guys feel about the fanfictions and shipping that goes on with your fans?" Bob asks.

"I-Its not fiction." I answered honestly. The guys all looked at me with wide eyes. The interviewer smiled. "Its real. All based on real events. I'm in love with Patrick and I hope we have a love child." Patrick goes into a coughing fit. Bob laughs with good humor. The other guys fake laughter.

"Speaking of kids, how excited are you and Megan about Bronx's upcoming baby brother or sister?" I see Patrick visibly stiffen. Damn.

"I'm really excited. So is Megan." He hadto bring it up!

"And what about the other guys. Joe, you just had a baby. Are you excited about being an uncle again?"

"Super excited!" Joe smiled.

"Andy?"

"Yes. Bronx loves me. And so does Joe's little princess." He nudged Joe. "Pete's new baby won't be different. Kids love me!"

"Patrick?" I held my breath waiting for his answer.

"Bronx is awesome. So is my niece. Being an uncle is great."

"Are you excited about Pete's number two?" Why wouldn't this man let it go?!

"Yes." I could tell he was clenching his teeth.

"How excited are you?" he smiled widely.

"Really." I sighed in relief at his short and simple answer. But then he continued. "Maybe we'll even be close enough that the kid could call me daddy too."

Awkward silence followed his answer and I inwardly groaned. But the man continued on professionally.

"Let's head onto some live tweets and questions by the fans and notso fans." He lifted his phone and smiled. "@FallOutGirl17: I love Fall out boy. But their music is starting to sound all love songs and Taylor Swift."

"I understand that the music is changing, but its really notall love songs. We write from our lives and we all happen to be in really happy relationships right now. So yes, love will come up." I nodded in agreement with Andy.

"Notsobarbiepretty: You guys are my idols I rank you in the top 5 with the Beetles, Michael Jackson, Elvis and Kiss." He held up the phone. "And look, she added pictures of all her favorites."

"How nice. Thanks you. And I'm sure you're prettier than a plastic Barbie." Patrick winked.

"Guyguysgentlemen: You guys are my heroes. Just don't be one of those bands that are 50 still making songs for teens."

"Hey, we just make what we feel. And if we're all 90 and feeling like we're living teenage dreams so be it." Jo laughed and then everyone followed.
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(Patrick's POV)

I drove home with Pete because he was my ride there. We drove in a tense silence. He was probably still mad about what I said in the interview. Oh well. If he didn't want to talk, fine! Me either. But then I looked out the window and noticed we weren't even on a street I recognized. The traffic was thinning to nearly nothing.

"Where are we going?" He didn't answer. He didn't even look at me. "Pete, take me home!" Again, no answer. "What the fuck, Pete?!"

He slammed on the breaks and the car jerked to a stop. Without answering, he left the keys in the car and got out. I looked around to survey the area. It seemed we were near a pier. But the wood looked old and rotten. And don't even get me started on the water. Gross. A bright red Notrespassingsign was also visable. Opening my door, I followed behind him.

"Just take my car and go home." His sudden voice shocked me. "I'll find a way back."

"Why are we here, Pete?"

"I need to be here." He stepped onto the wood and it groaned in protest.

"Pete! Please get off of that. Let's just go to my place and talk. Please?" What was he doing? A flashback of that Best Buy parking lot hit and I almost cried. Is that what he was doing? Why?! "Pete just get off come here. Talk to me."

"Talk?" He nearly yelled and I nodded. "I've tried to talk to you!" He stormed towards me and I sighed in relief. "You don't wantto listen!"

"Well I'm listening now." Just keep him off the pier. Keep him talking, Patrick. "Talk to me Pete!"

"I'm tired of talking. It never solves anything." He turned to head toward the water.

Shit! I wasn't a star swimmer. "Typical, Pete. Running from his problems."

"I am not running!" He was in my face again. Angry, but safe. "I can't with you! It's like I'm stuck in some jet wash rollercoaster." He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Like I I took a bad acid and I'm all fucked up, but I can't stop tripping out. Maybe this was a bad idea."

"Don't say that!"

"Why not? I feelthat. And I'm not just talking about us dating. I'm talking about the band too. I can't do this any more!" He cried out desperately.

"Okay. That's okay. We only released one single. We don't have to finish the album. Pete, just calm down and rationalize!"

"I've been rationalizing!" He yelled. Tears springing to his eyes, making mine water in return. "And my brain is telling me that the water over there is much more peaceful than the shit I'm dealing with now!" He gazed up at the sky above the filthy water. "Way more peaceful." He said lower. Taking a few steps towards it.

"No!" Images of him passed out in his car were now collaging with images of him sinking under that dirty, dark water. The same adrenaline rush I'd had when I found him in the parking lot spiked. Blood was pumping too fast through my veins. Too much for my brain to handle. I was becoming light headed. I couldn't stand up anymore. I stumbled down to my knees.

Pete ran back to my side. Kneeling down to my level. "I'm not going to jump in, Patrick." Relief flooded me again. A surreal feeling of joy overtook me and I pulled him into a hug. "Its just sometimes the black flags are swirling around in my head. And I can't be happy." He nuzzled his nose in my neck. "I don't want to be 50 singing about teens."

"What?"

"That tweet. I don't want people to think we usedto be their heros. We probably shouldn't have come back." He sobbed. "But I just wanted a few more number ones. A few more awards. I know our time is over."

"No. Its our time when ever we want it to be. And we are going to keep coming stronger than ever. Maul over the world like a bear set free in the carnival." He laughed lightly through the tears and I smiled. "Were immortal, remember? Time can't hold us. We'll never go out of style. We're top five." I smiled remembering the nice tweet.

"All those peole in the other pictures were dead." He said darkly. "Sometimes, I'm just tired of this stuff. The critics and the interviews and everything. Sometimes I just want to sit around and relax. Just, you know, gaze at my shoes."

It took a little convincing, but I got Pete to come back with me to my place. The drive was quiet but not as tense. I drove because, well frankly because I didn't trust Pete not to run us over that pier. I parked in front of my house and Pete slowly got out and followed me inside. I held the door open as he came in and closed and locked it. Grabbing his hand loosely, I walked him to my bedroom. He didn't pull away or question it as I began stripping his clothes off. Maybe with each item I took off him, a bit of sadness would go with it.

When he was naked, all tenderness left my touch. I pushed him back roughly onto the bed and straddled his waist. I was going to bruise him, like he bruised me. Fuck the sad right out of him. Pete's dark eyes lit up as if he could read my mind. I leaned down into what was supposed to be a hard, teeth hitting kiss. But instead it was slow and soft. So much for being aggressive. It was hard being rough with the man you love.

Love. Did I love Pete? Did he still love me? Probably not after how I acted and what I said. But what would one expect? He was going to have a baby by a woman I didn't even like! How could he think that's alright. I loved Bronx, but if I had my way, I'd rather Pete have no kids. Constant reminders of him not being with me. Me not being his only one.  Its not alright. But I still had to deal with it. Because I didlove Pete. And he had to love me too no matter how small the love. How little blood his heart pumped for me. Or he wouldn't be here.  Whether it be on an interview or just sex, I would always be by his side.
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(Andy's POV)

"Stuck in the jet wash. Bad trip, I couldn't get off. And maybe I bit off more than I could chew. Over head of the aqua blues."

Patrick had practically run to the door this morning already singing some song he'd written the night before. Joe and I arrived an hour ago. Pete was already here, but we didn't question it. They'd made up. Things would be happy again. We spoke for a little while before Patrick practically ran for the basement. Telling us about a song he couldn't wait for us to hear. That he and Pete wrote together. Just like old times. And now here we were.

"Fall to your knees. Bring on the rapture. Blessed be the boys time can't capture. On film or between the sheets. I always fall from your window to the pitch black street." Patrick continued.

"And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade. Former heros who quit too late. Just want to fill up the trophy case again.

Pete sung after him. It was weird seeing the two in there together. Singing like it was a duet. I mean, Pete was no singer but he did sound okay. Especially mixing with Patrick's vocals. It'd be cool to get them to actually sing on a record together and not Pete just screaming in the background. But I knew it'd never happen. They were doing this from them. This might be like their thrapy session.

"And in the end." Patrick came in strong. "I'd do it all again. I think you're my best friend. Don't you know that the kids aren't al- Kids aren't alright!" Pete cringed.

"And I'll be yours"  He looked directly at Patrick as he sung. "When it rains, it pours. Stay thirsty like before."

"Don't you know that the kids aren't al- Kids aren't alright."

"That was the chorus, right?" Joe interrupted. They both nodded. Patrick sung again.

"I'm not passive, but agressive. Take note, it's not impressive. Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse on my bedroom floor. We put your curse in reverse.And it's our time now if you want it to be. Maul the world like a carnival bear set free. And your love in anemic and I can't believe. That you didn't see it coming for me!"  Patrick's face was turning a shade of pink as he sung his little heart out. This song must mean more to them then I thought. "And I still feel that rush in my viens. It twist my head just a bit too thin."

"All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead." Pete added quietly.

"And in the end I'd do it all again. I think you're my best friend. Don't you know that the kids aren't al- Kid's aren't alright."

"And I'll be yours. When it rains, it pours. Stay thirsty like before."

"Don't you know that the kids aren't al- kids aren't alright."

"And sometimes I just want to sit around and gaze at my shoes. Let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon!"

"And in the end. I'd do it all again. I think you're my best friend. Don't you know that the kids aren't al- kids aren't alright." Pete joined in then. "And I'll be yours. When it rains, it pours. Stay thirsty like before. Don't you know that the kids aren't al- kids aren't alright."

Their voices together were perfect. Everything about it. Patrick's voice echoed away. And Pete slammed his lips into his. I looked away and so did Joe. But we were smiling. Just like old times.