When Pete, Andy, Joe, and Patrick meet back up to go to lunch, Pete stays on the end, next to Joe. Patrick is on the other end walking by Andy, leaving Andy and Joe in the middle. Patrick shoots Pete a funny look but lets it go.

"If you're going to ask me why he's wearing Brendon's shirt, I don't know. I noticed it too. Maybe he didn't see the name on it and thought it was his?" Joe says before Pete can even ask anything. They both know his suggestion isn't correct when Patrick reaches up and runs a finger across his rib absentmindedly, right over Brendon's name.

"Well, that's not right." Pete mumbles, kicking at the ground as he walks. Joe sighs and throws an arm over Pete's shoulder.

"He likes you. He was talking to me for advise earlier on how to go about asking you out." Joe says, a small smile on his face. "Don't tell him I told you that, or he'll burn me alive. Literally."

Both of them laugh at that, gaining the attention of Andy and Patrick, whose faces both have hardened expressions on them. They look pissed, probably both at Pete.

"Joseph, I'd appreciate if you took your arm off of the rookie." Andy says, jaw clenching and eyes narrowing after he finishes talking. Joe quickly retracts his arm, pulling Andy in and pecking his lips. Pete's sure his eyes bulge out of his head. Even more so when Joe whispers, "I love you."

Pete knew something was going on with Joe and Andy from day one. He honestly just thought they were good friends, and Joe had feelings for Andy. That's obviously not the case if the way Andy's giving Joe bedroom eyes is any indication.

Joe bites his lip and smirks, turning back to Pete. "You guys have fun at lunch. Andy and I have some things we have to do." At that, he takes Andy's hand and they get on the elevator next to the cafeteria.

"Is that code for I'm about to get laid?" Pete asks Patrick, who nods. They wait for the elevator to get to Andy and Joe's floor before Pete hits the button. He's not hungry, and if the way Patrick's standing there and not going to the cafeteria, he isn't either. "I'm sorry for acting weird." They get on the elevator, and Pete pushes the button before turning to Patrick.

It's because of my shirt, isn't it? Pete hears Patrick ask as the elevator dings to his floor. They walk together to Pete's door as Patrick continues. I put it on this morning, and when I noticed it was his, I couldn't take it off.

"You miss him?" Pete asks, looking down at his feet, almost as if he's afraid of the answer. Patrick tips Pete's chin up to look in his eyes. He nods slowly.

Of course I do. He was one of my best friends. Patrick answers, running a hand through Pete's hair. Pete sighs and drops his head, opening his door and going in. Patrick follows him in, grabbing Pete's arm and spinning him around to face Patrick.

"Then why the fuck am I even trying if you miss him?" Pete demands, trying to push Patrick away. Patrick grabs his wrists and holds him where he is.

I don't love him anymore. Patrick smiles, letting his hands go to Pete's hips. He does his seemingly favourite thing, fitting his thumbs into the indentions there and squeezing.

He leans in and kisses Pete. Patrick's lips are soft and inviting, and Pete wants to kiss them a million times. Even that many wouldn't be enough.

Pete lets one of his hands drift to Patrick's bicep, the other going to Patrick's neck to pull him closer as he kisses back. A few seconds go by, and Pete can't notice anything that isn't Patrick. His breathing, his hands, his fucking mouth.

Patrick walks Pete backwards to the bed, and when Pete falls onto it, Patrick follows him, straddling Pete's waist. "Fuck." Pete moans against Patrick's mouth when Patrick unbuttons three of his shirt buttons one handed, his other hand tugging on Pete's hair. Patrick lets his mouth trail down to Pete's throat, kissing and sucking bruises into Pete's neck.

Pete's hands move from Patrick's back to the hem of his shirt, rucking the tee up. Patrick leans back to pull his shirt over his head by the collar. Pete's eyes widen at the pale skin covered in tattoos. It isn't just Patrick's back, it's his chest too.

Pete's eyes get stuck on one particular tattoo. Three sets of initials sit sprawled below Patrick's collarbone on the right side of his body in bright red. JT is the first one, and Pete knows immediately that those are Joe's initials. They're followed by AH, which are Andy's. The third set of initials make him push Patrick back, both of them breathing heavily.

"You have his initials tattooed on your body." Pete says, his thumb running over the set of initials of the infamous Brendon Urie. "Fuck." Pete buttons his shirt back and hands Patrick his. "I think you should go."

Patrick freezes, his head the only thing in his - Brendon's, Pete corrects himself - shirt. Pete. Patrick tries, and Pete can't hear Patrick's voice anymore or he'll crack.

He rips the necklace off of his neck, throwing it across the room. "I said go." Pete repeats, and he can see the hurt on Patrick's face as he finishes putting his shirt on. He pulls the notepad from his back pocket and tears a page out, folding it and setting on Pete's table before leaving.

Pete sits there, still breathing hard, for a good few minutes. He stares at the piece of paper, wondering what could be on it. He manages to force it out of his mind as he lies back and stares at the ceiling.

Eventually, however, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he walks over to the table. He holds the paper in his hand, wondering what it could be. He opens it and gasps at what he sees.

The words 'On the outside, always looking in. Will I ever be more than I've always been?' are written underneath the drawing of a boy looking through a window, a small smile on his face as he waves. There are a few people walking by, all of them too engrossed in their own lives to even notice the boy waving, much less wave back.

Pete turns the paper over to see the exact same drawing. Except this time, someone stopped and is waving at the boy. And that someone looks a lot like Pete. This drawing is accompanied with the words 'Thank you for not believing rumours and giving me a chance. It means more than you'll ever know.'

Pete's breath hitches as he reads it, eyes widening. He's such a fucking dick for treating Patrick like he has. All because of Brendon fucking Urie.

listen to the song it's so good ben platt is the loml

i have softball in a few hours & it's like 90+° outside should i eat taco bell or mcdonald's

thoughts ??

update: i ate ramen noodles instead lmao