Pete was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a smirk on. He ran his tongue over his lips before pulling his botton lip between his teeth. After a second, he spoke.

"Listen Patrick, I like you and you obviously like me, so why don't you and I go out some time? I'm sure I'll give you a night you'll never forget." There was a moment of silence before he threw his head back groaning.

"This is so stupid." He leaned forward over the counter and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Why can't you do this right?" He'd been in the bathroom for ten minutes already, working out different ways to ask his crush out.

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. When he dried himself with a towel, he looked himself in the eyes.

"Listen mister, you are an honour student, captain of the soccer team, and one of the most popular guys in school. You're the guest of honor at this stupid party and have almost every guy and girl throwing themselves at you. Now quit being a bitch and ask the dude out already."

His reflection was stern and almost an entirely different person. The music bumping from the other side of the door wasn't helping him steady his nerves. He was debating on having a beer earlier but decided he wanted to ask Patrick out sober.

"He's just some guy. Why is this so hard?" Pete frowned at his reflection, offended that he would possibly think so lowly of Patrick.

The boy wasn't just another hookup. He was sweet and innocent. Sure he wasn't as popular at Pete and only got invited to parties because he was friends with Brendon Urie, but that didn't matter to Pete.

Patrick made him laugh and forget about all his stress. They mainly talked in school before Pete gave Patrick his number. He was the one there when Pete was up long into the late night hours. Pete found himself look for the boy in crowds unconsciously. Patrick was one of very few people who know how his poetry and showed genuine interest in it.

Patrick gave Pete a feeling that he hadn't experienced before. A part of him was terrified to know what it meant. Another part wanted Patrick there beside when he figured it out. Pete ran his hands over his face groaning again.

"Alright, alright, okay, alright." He shook his head and looked back at his reflection. "Listen, Patty, I can call you Patty right?" He huffed. "No."

"Hey Patrick, I didn't know you were coming." Another groan. Patrick always tagged along with Brendon to parties and Brendon never missed a party.

He leaned forward, propping his arm against the mirror over his head to support his weight.

"Ya like jazz?" He threw his arms up in annoyance. "What the fuck is wrong with me? Just do it. Say it. Can you let the words come out of your stupid mouth without sounding like you're fucking retard?"

He continued to insult himself for another minute before there was a knock on the door. He stopped and faced the door.

"Is someone in there?" Pete's eyes grew wide. He recognized that voice as if it were his own.

"Y-yeah. I'll be right out," he called back.

"Pete? Is that you?" Pete chewed his bottom lip. He didn't respond. "Are you alright?" The knob jiggled as Patrick tried opening it from the other side.

Pete took a step forward and unlocked it. He swung the door open and looked at the boy in front of him.

Patrick was wearing a faded band t-shirt, dark jeans and boots. To Pete's surprise, he didn't have his fedora on and Patrick's hair was tousled everywhere. Pete guessed that Brendon started getting tipsy and was now strutting around with the hat on.

"You okay? I heard you talking to yourself." Pete felt himself turning red but shook his head.

"Uh no. I just. I was practice for this scene I have for my class and I was trying to get it right," Pete lied. Patrick must've know because he giggled softly. Pete felt his heart constrict at the sound.

"New face of failure? Bulletproof loneliness?" Patrick smiled. "Sounds more like Wentz words to me, not some crappy high school play scene." Pete felt himself smile and blush slightly.

"What were you really doing in here?" Pete couldn't help crumbling under the pressure of Patrick's gaze.

"I was practicing asking someone out," he said finally. Patrick's month formed a perfect circle as he 'oh'ed.

"Who?" His voice was softer than before. Pete's heart was pounding out of his chest.

"Meagan," he heard himself say without thinking. He tried not to notice how Patrick's shoulders slumped forward a little at the name or how he broken eye contact for the first time since Pete opened the door.

"Do you want some help?" Patrick eventually looked up to ask.

"Help?"

"With asking Meagan out. You can practice asking me so you're more prepared. Better than talking to your reflection." Pete shook his head.

"N-no that's alright. I couldn't ask you to do that for me." Patrick shrugged and stepped into the bathroom.

"I don't mind," he said as he shut the door. "What are friends for right?" He jumped up onto the counter and looked up at Pete. "What have you got so far?"

"What do you mean?" Patrick smiled.

"Do you have any idea on how you're gonna ask her?" Pete shook his head blushing.

"I never had to come up with something like this before." Pete's head was dropped when he mumbled the response.

"Well try something on me." Pete peaked up to see Patrick giving him a reassuring smile.

"I don't.."

"Just do what you'd normally do with any other person. You've had other partners before right?" Pete nodded. "So show me how you got them to go out with you."

Pete was hesitant at first before he stepped forward. With a deep breath, he placed his hands on top of Patrick's thighs. He felt Patrick tense a bit beneath him.

Pete leaned in slowly next to Patrick's ear. He dropped his voice as his moved his hands up Patrick's thighs.

"You look really nice tonight." He felt Patrick shiver before two hands pushed him, making him stumble back. Patrick was bright red and wasn't looking at Pete.

"That's how you ask people out?" Pete shrugged and chuckled nervously.

"Well.. let's just say I'm not a supporter of abstinence." Patrick's face went brighter, if possible. Pete had to shake away the thought that Patrick looked absolutely adorable.

"Maybe try a different approach unless you want this to be like all you're other failed relationships," Patrick mumbled. Was that a burn? Pete couldn't tell and only nodded.

"Yeah, okay. Meagan," he said dramatically to start off. There was another pause.

He took another deep breath and let his eyes scan Patrick. He could do this. Just say what you think about Patrick. The boy won't know you're talking about him.

"I like you." Patrick gave a sad smile. "I like you a lot more than I thought I would. I don't know what it is about the sparkle in your eyes and the smoothness of your voice that I just can't get my mind off of." Pete took a step toward Patrick.

Patrick's eyes were wide with attention, absorbing everything that was being said. Pete put his hands on Patrick's knees spreading them so his could step in between the boy's legs. It wasn't sexually, purely for the closeness. His left on hand on one knee and the other moved to rest on Patrick's waist.

"I can't get over how well you know me in the short time we've know each other. I find myself trying to impress you just so I can see you smile. My stomach does this flip thing and I get this tingling feeling."

Pete's hand left Patrick's knee and moved to cup the boy's cheek. His heart fluttered when he felt Patrick lean into the touch. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued.

"I swear my heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest when I think about you. I wouldn't change any of it though. I've never felt this strongly about someone. I'm addicted to the way I feel when I'm thinking about you." Pete leaned in the slightest bit.

Patrick's eyes went to Pete's lips then back up. They stared at each other, subtly leaning in. Pete's eyes began to close until Patrick cleared his throat and pushed him away.

"T-that was... that was good," he mumbled. Pete's breath was slightly faster after being pushed out of the moment he and Patrick were having. "S-she's stupid if she doesn't say 'yes' to you." Patrick hopped of the counter, avoiding Pete's eyes.

"I think I saw Meagan somewhere downstairs, so I'm sure if you get her in a room just you two, you can have the privacy to ask her out."

"Patrick.."

"Then I don't know you can not practice abstinence or something."

"Patrick.."

"I think I'm gonna go find Brendon and head out. It's getting late. Good luck with Meagan." Patrick went for the door. Pete's body moved without warning.

"Patrick," he said a final time. The shorter boy was now pressed against the door by his shoulders. He looked nervously at Pete.

"What?" Pete didn't respond, not knowing exactly what to say. "I don't want to get in your way with Meagan. She might get the wrong idea if she saw us like this."

"I don't like Meagan," he rushed out.

"But you just sai-."

"I lied," he cut off Patrick.

"Well, who do you like then or was that all really for some scene for a class?" Pete wanted to groan in frustration. Why didn't Patrick know? Could he not tell that Pete was talking about him? Surely he couldn't have been more obvious.

"Pete, I really need to g-" Pete cut Patrick off again, but not with words this time. Out of desperation for Patrick to understand how he felt, Pete had pushed his lips against the other boy's.

Pete half expected Patrick to pull away, to say he didn't feel the same way. The other half expected Patrick to get angry with him for being so forceful with the kiss  and being stupid enough to believe that someone like him could like someone like Pete.

What he wasn't expecting was for Patrick to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him closer. Pete moaned in surprise and moved his hands to Patrick's waist. He kept Patrick pressed against the door as they moved their lips against each other.

If he didn't need to breathe, Pete would've stayed attached to Patrick forever. Sadly, he pulled away, ending the bliss moment. He was panting slightly from lack of oxygen and adrenaline. When he opened his eyes, Patrick's face was evident with shock.

"I like you, Patrick. I have for a while. I just didn't know how to tell you," he whispered. It wasn't hard for Patrick to hear his quiet voice because they were still pressed against each other.

"So all that with the eyes and the pounding heart.."

"Was about you. All of it was about you."

"Oh." Pete was in the verge of freaking out. Yeah Patrick kissed him back, but so many people have kissed him because he's Pete fucking Wentz. This didn't guarantee Patrick returned his feelings.

"That was really forward of me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Pete pulled his arms away and went to step back from Patrick's hold.

"No." Patrick kept his arms around Pete, keeping him close. "Sorry, I just can't wrap my head around this. I mean you're Pete Wentz." Pete smiled and wrapped his arms around Patrick's waist.

"Yeah," he said with a shrug. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Patrick's, looking into the boy's eyes. "But you're Patrick Stump." His heart melted at Patrick's wide smile.

"So um... would you.. would you like to go out with me?" Pete asked, still nervous. Patrick nodded happily.

"Yes." Pete smiled back and connected their lips again. They only pulled apart when they hear a knock on the door.

"Hey! Open up Pete." The two recognized it as Brendon's voice. "You better not be fucking my best friend in there or I'll beat your ass. If you finally confessed your love for each other then let me know cause then Spencer owes me twenty bucks."

Pete and Patrick laughed and shook their heads. When they turned back to each other, they connected their lips again. They melted into each other as if their bodies were molded to fit against the other perfectly. Pete was so glad his practicing paid off.