Press Re-wind (Peterick)

Take Your Filthy Mouth And Kiss Someone Else's Ass

November

Pete's POV

Ooh it's snowing! It's November and it's snowing! Patrick needs to know! Where is he? We need to make snowmen and snowdogs and mistakes by making them without gloves. We need to go outside! Venture into the big wide world.

"Patrick! Patrick?" I race upstairs giggling like a child at Christmas. The stairs don't creak anymore due to my persistent nagging. "Patrick?" I skid to a halt outside our bedroom and frown. There's...noises. Creaks and moans. Oh Hell no. I push open the door and freeze.

"Joe." I growl. He turns his head and smirks at me. Underneath him Patrick blushes and stutters. 'P..Pete I..I.." My fist collides with Joe's face before I storm out and proceed to take my frustration out on the wall. "Pete. It's not what it looks like." Patrick walks out, a sheet wrapped around his waist. He closes the door and leans against the wall. "Really? Because it looks like my boyfriend being fucked by his best friend."

"Ok maybe it is what it looks like."

"You're disgusting. How long?" He threads his fingers together and mumbles "four months."

"Four. Mother. Fucking. Months!" I punch the wall with each word. "Pe-"

"I promised. I gave you my word the I would never hurt you, never leave you or betray you and you do...do this!" I gesture to the bedroom door with shaking hands. "And just when I started to actually like you, love you even. Do you know what I've done? The sacrifices I've made this year all for you. I risked everything. Everything. My friends, my love, my life. I put my heart in your hands and you crushed it." Like Mikey did with Ryan's except he was dead and I'm very much alive.

"I promised..." My voice is barely above a whisper.

"Pete, baby please I-"

"No Patrick," I cut him off, "take your filthy mouth and go kiss someone else's ass 'cause I'm done."

Without looking back I turn and walk away. Today seems like a good day for a funeral. Snow covers up tracks, blood can be mistaken for paint, bodies can be frozen and unable to be indentified. It's rather extreme but fuck it, I'm pissed.

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"HE'S A FUCKING CHEATER! I PROMISED HIM I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HIM AND HE'S LIKE 'OH I HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT SO I'LL DO IT INSTEAD 'CAUSE EVERY RELATIONSHIP NEEDS A CHEATER AND I WILL TAKE ON THAT ROLL' AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT IT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED!" I stop ranting and breathe. "Hi Sarah, how are you?" She looks up from her pregnancy book and gives me a thumbs up. Glad to know someone's happy.

"OK calm down and tell me what happened in a civilised manner that won't destroy our child's hearing." Brendon instructs. "That prick fucking cheated on me with Joe." I collapse into a chair and put my head in my hands. "Why do you even care? Why did you promise him that?"

"Because I cared. I actually had feelings for him. I wanted to keep him alive because he hadn't done anything and I had used him for a year. The most he deserved was to live and not have to deal with me."

"This is all past tense." Brendon says. "Yeah no shit. Why would I want to keep him now?"

"Because you still have feelings for him." I stand up and glare at him. "Fuck you Urie, what do you know?"

"I can see it in your eyes. So can Mikey. Why do you think he's so pissed?"

"Because you made me do this shitty thing and made us miss our anniversary?" The suggestion earns me a pillow to the face. "No you idiot, because he sees that you might not love him anymore. Whether you like it or not you have feelings for Patrick." This comes from Momma bear in the corner. "Thanks Sarah but the only feelings I have towards him and his sex toy is hatred and anger. When we take them down," I look Brendon straight in his eyes, "that motherfucker's mine."

"Keep telling yourself that." Sarah says. "Oh come on!" I whine, "that was supposed to be all deep and dramatic and you fucked it up! You didn't use to be like that." I start pouting. Sarah raises her hands in the air. "Don't blame me. This devil spawns changed me."

"Hey! That's my child you're talking about. Don't call them a devil spawn." Brendon switches to dad mode. "Our child, Brendon, I can call them whatever I want. Especially when they're leaning on my bladder 24/7, making me eat everything, causing me to lose sleep and making me look like a beached whale."

"You're not a beached whale, you're beautiful." Brendon kisses her passionately. "Ew! Ok PDA there are children present." I sheild my eyes from the heterosexualism. That's not a word. Oh well, it is now. I'm heartbroken and distressed I can make up shit. I'm allowed.

Brendon breaks away from Sarah and leans against the wall, scanning the room for possible areas that need baby proofing. Brendon's lucky. He met extraordinary Ryan before meeting simple Dallon but all he needed was someone inbetween. That someone was Sarah. Maybe I should have a relationship like theirs.

I had Patrick as my someone simple and Mikey is my someone extraordinary but I quite like the high life. I don't need my person in the middle, I'm too busy sorting out my someone simple.

"I need to make a call, be back in a minute." Brendon nods absentmindly and waves me away. Rude but OK.

Pa: Hello?

Pe: Hi.

Pa: Pete oh my God! I'm so sorry and I know sorry doesn't cut it but I honestly mean it.

Pe: Patrick, sweetheart, stop and breathe. It's OK. I'm angry and upset but we all make mistakes and...I guess I understand the phrase blinded by love.

Pa: I'm not good enough for you.

Pe: That's a lie, I'm not good enough for you. I need you to trust me as much as I trust you.

Pa: I do trust you, I trust you so much.

Pe: Good. I'm going to stay at Brendon's for a bit OK? I'll be back though. I love you.

Pa: OK babe, I love you too.

"You're staying then?" Brendon asks as I hang up the phone. I shrug. "Why not, may as well make it realistic."

Time to have some fun.

Wow this is bad. Sorry. Next chapter's last chapter, you're welcome.