I Don't Care (Peterick/side Trohley)

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(dude with as much trohley that's in this, this could be a total trohley centric story)

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I open my eyes, feeling something hard next to me. Looking to my left, I come face to face with a naked Pete Wentz. Holy smokes, what the hell happened last night?

I look under the covers, and sure enough, I'm also naked. Memories from last night come flooding in, and I cringe.

"Morning," Pete mumbles from beside me, kissing my forehead.

"Pete.." I say shakily. His eyes snap open.

"Holy shit, it wasn't a dream," He says, eyes wide. I nod my head before he adds, "I actually bottomed?"

"Seriously?" I ask, bewildered. "I fucked my ex boyfriend and all you can ask is if you bottomed?"

"What can I say? I'm not a bottom," He says, and I laugh. "So you're okay with this?" He asks, getting serious now.

"I mean, I guess so. You're not a bad fuck, Wentz," I say, and he blushes, leaning into me.

"Round two, then?" He smirks, and I nod vigorously.

"I'm topping," I say against his mouth that's now very much attached to mine.

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"Guys, can we actually do a band practice today?" I ask when Andy and Joe get to my house. As we walk down the basement stairs, I see Pete in the corner with his back to us. He's sitting at the piano, messing around with a few notes. It sounds really good.

I stop the guys from going any further as Pete continues to play the piano. We all watch in amazement. I'm guessing I wasn't the only one who didn't know.

He hums something to himself and plays the piano. He's fucking breathtaking, I'll tell you that. We stand there in silence until Pete turns around, almost knocking the piano bench over.

"What the hell?" He asks, taking a shaky breath. "You guys scared the shit out of me,"

"That was beautiful, Peter," Andy says, taking his drumsticks out of his back pocket.

"Not as beautiful as Andy, but well, close enough," Joe adds, making Andy blush.

"Holy smokes, you guys are so cute," I say, walking down the stairs. I pull Pete closer to me and kiss the side of his mouth.

"Us? What about you two, Mr. I'm-Gay-Or-Am-I?" Joe asks me, and I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

"Is that supposed to be a question about my sexuality? I don't think it's that funny," I tell Joe, but Pete and Andy are both huddled together, trying and failing not to laugh.

"Eh, take it how you will," Joe waves me off, tuning his guitar. I huff in annoyance.

It's not my fault that I'm trying to experiment, right? Wait.. I cheated on Elisa.. with Pete.. Fuck.

"'Rick, you okay?" Pete whispers in my ear. I look around. Everyone's waiting on me. I cough and grab my guitar.

"I'm good. What are we doing first?" I ask. Elisa is going to be so pissed. Not if I don't tell her..

"How about the new one you wrote?" Pete suggests, and I nod.

"Yeah, okay," I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"One, two, three," Joe counts us off.

"I comb the crowd and pick you out. My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out," I look at Pete as I sing, because the song's about him and because it just feels right.

My phone starts ringing right as we finish the song, and I groan when I see 'Elisa 😻' with the first picture we took together on it. I step out of the room and answer the phone.

"Hello?" I try to make myself sound uninterested.

"Where the hell are you?" She screams into the phone, and I wince, pulling it away from my ear.

"Babe, what the hell are you talking about?" I ask, and she laughs dryly.

"Of fucking course you forgot. 'Babe, you get the reservations, and I'll meet you there. Happy anniversary, sweetheart!'" She says in my voice. Oh shit. "Yeah, it's one damn good anniversary when your own fucking boyfriend doesn't show up!"

"Oh my gosh, Elisa. I'm so sorry," I tell her, and I genuinely am.

"Patrick?" Pete calls out to me, and I know she heard it.

"Oh, yay. That makes the situation so much better. You're with Pete," She says, and I wave Pete off with a hand.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, clearly offended. She sighs.

"You know he likes you, Patrick," She says. I know he does, but I can't tell her that.

"Come on, Elisa, you're being ridiculous. Pete's my friend. Friend and nothing more, alright?" I assure her, and I think I hear a door closing.

"Okay, Patrick," Elisa says softly.

"I'm sorry," I tell her.

"It's okay, I forgive you," She says, and I sigh a sigh of relief.

"I love you, E," I say, smiling.

"Love you too, Patrick," I hang the phone up and go back to the basement.

"Where's Pete?" I ask Andy and Joe, who were deep in conversation before I walked in.

"Stormed off," Joe says nonchalantly, like it's a normal thing. Well, lately it has been.

"What? Why?" I ask, confused and worried. Why would he walk off in the middle of band practice?

"I don't know, man. He went to see what was taking you so long, and when he came out, he looked pissed, grabbed his car keys, and left," Andy explains to me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I curse, grabbing my own car keys. He heard the 'Pete's my friend and nothing more part,' if I had to guess.

Off to the ECH field for the third time in the past two months. The first was when we got beat two months ago, the second was when Pete and I officially broke up a month and a half ago, and this is the third.

When I arrive, Pete's car is there, but he's not on the baseball field. I walk around for about an hour until I find him on the soccer field, kicking ball after ball into the goal from half way across the field.

"Hey," I say, dribbling a stray ball towards Pete. When I get there, he ignores me and kicks another ball in. "Pete," I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm trying this new thing," He says, kicking another ball in. "It's called not lying to people,"

"Okay..?" I ask. How does this pertain to anything?

"Joe and Andy suggested it," He says, and I know he's trying to stall. I put my hands on my hips waiting for an answer. He kicks another ball in before turning to me. "I'm in love with you," He kicks one more ball in before leaving me standing there.

My mouth is wide open, and I'm very confused. But, hey, what's new about that?