September
Patrick's POV
Joe keeps calling me and I can tell he's getting frustrated. I've been ignoring him ever since we slept together. I just cheated on Pete! I don't care if he killed anyone I love him! Oh God. "Sweetheart please answer your phone, it won't answer itself." I look up at him from my current position where my head is resting on his lap. He had the brilliant idea of making popcorn while we had a movie night and long story short Hemingway knocked over the bowl so there was popcorn everywhere. I groan and roll away from my comfy boyfriend and answer my infuriating device with a "what do you want?" I hold up one finger to Pete and walk into the corridor.
"Hello to you too. I just want to talk." Joe sounds a little hurt.
"Well I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh. Can we meet up sometime? I mis-"
"No, I'm busy for the next month."
"Doing what?"
"Sleeping." He laughs but I don't think it's funny. "Look I'm in the middle of something so if you could please let me get back to it I would be very grateful."
"You don't believe me do you?" His voice is quiet but it's not really a question. I feel my throat close and glance at Pete. He's laughing at whatever's going on. I let out a squeaky "no" and hang up. "Are you alright babe?" He looks genuinely concerned and my heart breaks. "I'm fine." I exhale and turn my phone off before getting comfortable again.
"Stop wriggling it's uncomfortable." Pete complains. I smirk and wriggle more. "You little shit." His hands dig into my side and within seconds I'm reduced to a giggly teary eyed mess. "OK, OK, I surrender!" Pete leans down and attaches his lips to mine. Without breaking the kiss I sit up so I'm straddling him. He deepens the kiss and bites my bottom lip. A moan escapes my throat and I pull away.
"You OK?" He asks. I nod and turn around, resting my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and we continue to watch the movie. Due to Pete's warmth and lack of sleep last night, I feel myself start to drift off.
Pete's POV
I leave Patrick asleep on the sofa and slip quietly into the kitchen. Ooh it's cold! Is the heating working? It is. Good. I'm not wrapping us both up like burritos again. I turn on the coffee maker and lean against the sink. Patrick's been distant and weird recently. I don't want him to leave, I'm still not finished with him.
"Pete?" Patrick appears sleepily in the doorway. "Yeah sweetheart? I'm just making coffee, want any?" He nods and walks over to be, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Honey are you OK?" He nods again and kisses my cheek.
"Hey I just got told there's an office party at Christmas. It's on the 18th so I'm letting you know now."
"Does this mean I have permission to have an extra special strawberry flavoured chocolate covered sleepover at Brendon's?" Patrick laughs. "Yes, I swear you're still a child."
"Yup. But do I have permission to get shit faced?" I turn to face him and he smiles. "Sure, why not. I've got to let my baby grow up someday." He sniffles and wipes away fake tears. I punch his arm lightly and finish making the coffee.
"Is the heating on?"
"Yeah I checked earlier."
"That's a shame, you make a cute burrito." Patrick winks. "Yeah but you can't fuck me, alas this burrito is a virgin and totally pure." Patrick snorts. "Yeah, so pure using words like "fuck" but you know, it's never stopped me before." I blush and cover my face with my hands. "Aww are you embarrassed?"
"Yeah, since when did you start talking dirty?"
"Since I met you. You changed me." He pretends to swoon and fall. I catch him and stand him upright. "See, I fell for you. You're so beautiful. My guardian angel." Patrick reaches out to stroke my cheek but I dodge him. "OK cheeseball, maybe you should get some more sleep. You're hallucinating." Patrick shakes his head suddenly serious. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not beautiful Pat and I'm certainly not an angel. I've...done bad things in the past," I'll have to tell him one day but not today, "things I'm not proud of, and I'm not beautiful." Patrick shakes his head and boops my nose. "You are beautiful, you're a lovely person. You're funny and caring. I love you. You might not think it but you're my guardian angel." Patrick kisses me softly. "And you caught me before I could fall any further."
"You're so cheesy."
"Way to ruin the moment you...moment ruiner." I grin and Patrick pokes me. "You twat." He grumbles. "Yeah but this twat makes fucking awesome coffee so love me!" I give him puppy dog eyes and hand him a "worlds best boyfriend but in a totally platonic way" mug with steaming hot liquid in it. "I do love you Pete." He seems a little hesitant to say it which is unusual but I don't press the issue. There's no point.
"OK well I'm pretty sure you missed like three quarters of the movie 'cause you fell asleep so do you want to go and watch the rest?" I ask. He nods and goes back to the living room. My phone buzzes next on the countertop.
Mikes 💖💕: I really thought you were my four leaf clover. I'm lonely but you're with him so I won't come over. I really thought that I was lucky. Don't worry, I'm accustomed to feel like nothing. Goodbye.
Me: what do you mean? What's wrong?
Mikes 💖💕: Brendon was wrong. We shouldn't be together. Not until that thing is gone.
Me: we don't have to wait much longer, I know when this will be over
Mikes 💖💕: you have three months
Me: perfect
I only need three months, I know exactly when we can take them down and Patrick can be gone and out the way. I hear laughter coming from next door and sigh. But maybe I don't want him to be.
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FanfictionYou know how it ends, but how does it begin? Blood runs thick and red, but it also reflects. Secrets become lies. Truths become secrets. All's fair in the game of love and war.