Gay Band OneShots

Peterick: Never Alone

BrookeWentzBeirsack wanted a Peterick

Athazagoraphobia. The fear of being forgotten, ignored, or abandoned.

Pete Wentz had A fear of being abandoned ever since his parents abandoned him once they found out he was gay.

They didn't even disown his properly or leave a note. They just left in the night while he was asleep.

His aunt took him in until the day he left for tour.

It definitely wasn't easy being on tour. No space, no privacy, away from home for so long, but it was worth it to see the smiling fans and watched as their eyes light up. It was amazing to see how one persons passion and talent could change a persons whole life around.

Today, they had the day off so Patrick, Andy and Joe decided to go out and explore the town early in the morning, Pete was still asleep so they left him alone.

About two hours later, Pete awoke with a smile on his face. He opened his bunk curtain expecting to see his bandmates, but was met with an empty bus.

Instantly, his mind went into overdrive, freaking out because they'd left him too.

He knew he shouldn't have depended on them so much. Everyone leaves, everyone leaves, everyone leaves. He repeated.

He jumped back into his bunk, think that maybe if he kept quiet and stayed out the way, that they'd come back for him.

***

They guys didn't return until extremely late. They got caught up with fans and lost track of time.

All the men stumbled into bed and were asleep besides Patrick.

The muffled whimpers and cries from the bunk under him were keeping him awake. He sighed before removing himself from his bunk and peeling Pete's curtain back.

"Pete? Everything okay?" Patrick asked, noting how the tanned mans shoulders shook violently.

Pete turned around and let his bloodshot eyes connect with Patrick's droopy blues.

"Y-you came back?" He whimpered reaching out and poking Patrick to make sure he wasn't fake.

"Um yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

Pete burst into sobs again, ashamed at how his fear controlled him.

Patrick slid into the bunk and wrapped his arms around the trembling man.

"Pete, is this about your past?"

Pete managed to nod and buried his face into Patrick's neck.

"Peter, I want you to listen to me. We are never leaving you. How could someone not miss your unpredictable nature and your love of pizza? You have to believe me."

Pete nodded again and let out a wary sigh.

"Can we order Pizza tomorrow?" He asked, giving Patrick his signature Puppy dog look.

"Sure thing bud. Now let's sleep."

Petes eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep to the sound of Patrick humming.