Brendon goes with Pete and Patrick after they eat. He claims he wants to see Andy and Joe, but Pete is not buying it. Nevertheless, he keeps his mouth shut and walks in between his boyfriend and his boyfriend's ex.

"So, 'Trick, how've you been?" Brendon breaks the awkward silence. "I don't exactly remember you being cool with talking around new people, but it seems like that's changed."

Pete's jaw clenches at that, and he barely stops himself from saying something about the fact that even though he's kind of new, he won't judge Patrick's voice and try to fix him. Patrick slides a hand around Pete's waist, trying to calm him down.

"Pete's different. I fell in love with him the first week I met him." Patrick says coolly, his hand on Pete's waist gripping Pete's hip.

"Love?" Brendon asks in what could only be described as absolute disgust. Pete stops walking immediately, causing the other two to stop as well.

"Alright, that's it. I've had enough." Pete pushes Patrick away from him and rolls up his sleeves. "You want a matching fucking scar on the other side of your face? Because you're going to get one if you don't shut the fuck up."

Brendon's eyes widen, and he looks taken aback at Pete's outburst. Patrick looks surprised for a second before he picks Pete up by the waist and sets him down behind where Patrick's standing.

"You're just going to let him talk to me like that, 'Trick?" Brendon asks, flashing his puppy dog eyes at Patrick.

"Uh, yeah? The fuck do you want me to do about it?" Patrick asks, crossing his arms. Pete smiles at Brendon from over Patrick's shoulder, earning an eye roll from Brendon.

"So some new piece of ass comes in, and you forget about everything we had together? Is that it?" Brendon asks, putting his hands on his hips.

Pete tries to surge forward, only to be pulled back at the last second by his boyfriend. "Pete is the love of my life. All you were was a piece of ass." Patrick shoots back, and Brendon's whole face drops.

"You don't mean that." Brendon tries, but Patrick just shakes his head.

"I fucked you and left you, didn't I?" Patrick asks, and Pete didn't know about that part. Brendon looks sad, and Pete almost feels bad for him. Almost.

"But.." Brendon says, tearing up as he thinks about it.

"You went off campus to get me 'the best Christmas present ever' after I broke up with you. Why? Was the sex that good? Did you need me to take you back?" Patrick asks, a smirk on his face.

"Patrick." Brendon says, and this time, a tear does slip down his cheek.

"I never loved you. I thought you were hot. That was it. You ever notice how I didn't get you anything like I've gotten Pete? And I didn't care if you flirted with anyone else to try and make me jealous because all I wanted from you was sex. And I didn't have to try too hard to get that, either." Patrick says, and it looks like he's telling the honest truth. Pete does feel bad for Brendon this time.

"You're fucking awful." Brendon chokes out over a sob, putting a hand over his mouth.

"Come on." Pete says, grabbing his boyfriend's shoulder.

"No, I'm not finished." Patrick says, staying right where he is. "You gave Trevor and Cate a sob story to get them to take you in. You're trying to get Trevor to get your powers back somehow so you can come back here. Admit it."

"Patrick, that's enough." Pete says, walking in front of his boyfriend and pushing him back. Patrick grabs his wrists and forces him to stop pushing him.

"Pete. He's the love of my fucking life. Stop looking at him like he's the one who stole your spot. I have never wanted and will never want you like I want him. Get over yourself, and come talk to me again when you're ready to apologise to him." Patrick says. With that, he and Pete both walk off in the other direction, leaving Brendon a crying mess in the middle of the campus.

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"You don't think you were a little harsh?" Pete asks as they both lie back on his bed. Patrick rolls his eyes before fishing in his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

"You literally tried to punch him. All I did was tell him to leave my baby alone." Patrick says, a cigarette trapped between his lips as he probably searches for his lighter.

"Question." Pete says, looking bewilderedly at his boyfriend. Patrick just raises his eyebrows as he continues to feel for his lighter. "Why don't you just light it? You have the power to burn the earth, and you're looking for a lighter to light your cigarette."

Patrick stops immediately, his mouth forming an 'o' shape. He touches his finger to the end of his cigarette, and boom, it's lit. "You're a genius." He inhales and blows the smoke out, leaning in to kiss Pete.

Pete turns his head. "Nope. That shit is nasty. And bad for you. If you want a kiss, you're gonna have to go brush your teeth."

Patrick pouts before putting the cigarette out in the ashtray next to Pete's bed. He walks over to the sink and grabs the toothbrush he leaves here and begins brushing his teeth.

Pete watches in amusement as his boyfriend brushes his teeth just so he can get a kiss. "All done." Patrick says as he finishes up. He makes a running jump over to the bed and kisses Pete's lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too, you dork." Pete says, laughing wildly. He's glad that Brendon's sudden reappearance hasn't caused them any problems, but there's still time.

Patrick leans up and kisses him again, deepening it when Pete turns his head and kisses back. One of his hands slides up under Pete's shirt, the other in Pete's back pocket.

"Do you want this?" Patrick asks, pulling back from Pete's lips to look him in the eyes.

He thinks about the way Patrick's face looked when he told Brendon all he used him for was sex. And then he shakes his head, climbing off of his boyfriend.

Patrick just smiles and hugs Pete from behind. "Nap?"

"Please." Pete says, turning to face Patrick and lying his head on Patrick's heart, right over the tattoo with his name on it.

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happy update, motherfuckers

more insight on bren and patrick's relationship. is brendon back for good? is patrick an asshole?

thoughts?