Sugar, We're Going Down. (Peterick Fanfic) {NEVER FINISHING}

Moving On

Pete's P.O.V.

I slide down the back of my door with tears falling down my face ¨FUCK.¨ I scream loudly to the sky. Why did I have to do this? Why did I get drunk at that party? Why do I fuck everything up?! I sit at my door thinking and banging my head against the door behind me. I keep shooting texts to Trick...but of course no reply. Maybe I should send Joe or Andy a text?

Me: Hey! Has Trick talked to you or like there with you or something..?

Not Bad Joe:  All he said was u 2 got into something and he may stay over here 2night.

Me: Can you make sure he's okay when he gets there?

Not Bad Joe: Of course Peter Wentz. Stoopid Heads.

Me: Thanks Joe Luv U.

Well at least he is going somewhere safe..now I just need to go see Jessica and talk everything out. I walk out to a bus stop close to my house thinking about how screwed up I am...I actually started to fall in love with Patrick, But I FUCKED UP. I throw my headphones in and start listening to ¨Boulevard Of Broken Dreams¨ By Green Day. 

The bus shows up about the third time the song repeats. I walk on and hand the guy my money and head to the back of the bus, just in case I start to cry. *Blingerhhhhh* It's a text.... I look at my phone and the text is from Jessica... 

Jessica -.-: Pete, You should come over so we can talk about this all..

Me: Already on it.

I really do not want to go through this..

Patrick's P.O.V.

I drive over to Joe's house screaming and crying in my car. ¨HOW DO YOU GET DRUNK AND THEN FUCK YOUR EX FUCK EVERYONE.¨  I arrive at Joe's house crying, and ran up to the door and knocked hard screaming his name ¨JOE. JOE. LET ME IN¨ ¨GOD TRICK, WHAT IS IT!¨ Joe yells. ¨let me crash here¨ I say as he opens the door, ¨Fine. Asshole waking Andy and I up from our cuddle session.¨ He says while walking back up the stairs.

I grab my stuff and head down to our ¨Recording room¨ and lay my stuff around the couch we break on. My backpack was still open a little and I see my notebook with....with our lyrics. I scream into a pillow grabbing my notebook and begin to write angrily with these lyrics:

Is this more then you bargained for yet

Oh, don't mind me watching you two from the closet 

wishing to be the friction in your jeans

Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him

I'm just a notch in your bedpost 

But you're a line in a song (Notch in your bedpost, You're a line in a song)

I throw the notebook down statisfied with what I had written tonight, maybe this anger for tomorrow's band practice will be back and I can finish this song annd start a new one. I think about how one day my band will be famous and how big we could be...even with Pete popping in a few times.

NEXT DAY 

Pete's P.O.V.

Yesterday was fucking brutally, talking to Jessica and all. She told me that she still loved me and hated the way she treated me..but is happy that I am the father of her child. I am still in love with Trick though..My mind is so fucked up...hopefully Trick wil talk to me at practice today...I just want to be civiliazed and have a grownup conversation.