"Patrick this is ridiculous!" Pete groaned. "You know I hate dust!"

"Its for one night, baby. Just come to bed." Patrick patted the bed suggestively. "Its dust free."

"And probably full of bed bugs."

"No its not." But he began eyeing the sheets uncomfortably.

"You don't know that though. Get up from there." Patrick sighed and stood up from the bed. Pete walked over to him and pulled him closer. "If I had just used a map or something, we would be in a nice clean bed. Sleeping."

"I know. But you didn't. So I'm laying back down!" Patrick jumped back on the bed. Bouncing up and down on the small mattress.

Pete laughed and shook his head. Patrick could be such a kid at times but it was cute. He walked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. At least that was dust free. A shower would probably relax him too. He began stripping his clothes off. When he turned the knob for the hot water steam rose from it.

"Babe, they actually have hot water!" Pete yelled through the door. Patrick didn't say anything. He was probably still playing trampoline on the bed.

So Pete took his time in the shower. Letting the nearly scolding hot water relax his muscles. And even when he was done washing, he just stood under the spray and let it run down his body. Singing was never Pete's strong suit, but that didn't stop him from becoming a star vocalist in the shower.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times.
My lover she's the sunlight.
To keep the goddess on my side,
She demands a sacrifice!"

He stopped singing. That was usually the part where Patrick chimed in and started singing. He moved the curtain back. And saw that the bathroom door was open. He could have sworn he'd closed that got damn door. He grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom to find the room empty.

"Patrick?" He looked around. But there was no where he could be hiding in the small room. Pete would definitely be able to see him. But still he called out to him. "Patrick?"

Pete rushed over to the night stand and snatched up his phone. He didn't even have to unlocked it. Patrick was his emergency contact. He put the phone to his ear. And heard it ringing. Please pick up! Please pick up!

*I've been really trying baby. Trying to hold back these feelings for so long. And if you feel baby. Then come on. Oh! Come on. Let's get it on.*

Patrick's ringtone began playing in the empty room. Pete listened around and followed the sound. Ending up near the door of the room. He bent down and picked up the phone laying near the door. He pressed a button to end the song from playing. Why the fuck would Patrick leave his phone on the floor? Where was he?

Without thinking. Pete stormed out of the room in a panic. He rushed down the hall. "Patrick? Patrick!" He yelled. "Patrick, where the fuck are you?!" He ended up in the now empty lobby. Where was the girl? Where was Patrick?

Maybe he went for a walk. When it was dark? Patrick wouldn't do that. But that didn't stop Pete from running to the door and pulling at the handle. It didn't bulge. Maybe he needed to push it. It didn't move. What the actual fuck?! Pete repeated the action of pulling and pushing the door. Why the hell was it locked?

"Patrick!" Pete punched at the door one last tome before turning away from it and sliding down until he hit the floor.

"Excuse me sir, are you okay?"

Pete looked up and saw a man standing there. He had brown hair that needed to be cut. But he looked nice enough. Maybe he could help him fine Patrick. "No." Pete sighed. "I can't find my boyfriend."