Look me in the eyes, can you see my soul? (Peterick)

A gentle reminder: you are beautiful

Okaaay, so I'm gonna go ahead an update for you guys :3, oh and for the ship contest thingy: Peterick is in the lead! An one person has suggested an OC (if peterick wins, the OC will be included!) Soooo, there is a big possibility that the story will be peterick. Yaaay! ;3

Patrick's P.O.V

I talked.
And talked.
Until I felt like I would be sick. My voice started to become hoarse and my eyes became puffy, but I talked.

He listened.
And listened.
He didn't say a word. His ears strained to listen to my raspy whispers, his heart broke, but he listened.

And that gave me a small amount of hope.

Hope doesn't exist, darling.

But.....neither do you....

Keep telling yourself that. Me and you are one. We are a whom. We are you. And I am goING TO DESTROY YOU!

Pete's P.O.V

This isn't right. Patrick shouldn't be in a hospital bed. He shouldn't be explaining the scars that are littered around his body. He shouldn't be crying, saying he's fat and ugly, with a stomache that is almost nonexistent.

He should be back on the tour bus. Laughing at Joe's sad attempts to catch an m&m in his mouth. Or with Andy, discussing the beat to a new song. Or with me, sitting on the couch, watching scary movies and just being Pete&Patrick. He should be happy. God, he should be happy...

He finishes talking and stares down at the floor, not looking me in the eyes. I gently reach my hand out and put it on his cheek. He flinches a little, but looks up. His eyes are full of hatred and anger. But I know, it's not towards me, it's towards himself. I rub my thumb against his cheek and smile. "You, Patrick Stump, are beautiful. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You save thousands of lives, and now....I'm going to save yours." Tears begin to form in his eyes and I gently wipe them away. He does a sad chuckle and sniffs. "I'm so pathetic." I shake my head and bring him closer. Our lips only a few inches apart. "You." A little closer. "Are." This is for Patrick. "Absolutely." Only one more inch. "Outstanding." He's so beautiful. Our lips slightly brush over each other. I lean forward. And our lips collide.

There's no fireworks. There's no angel choir in the background. There's only trust.

And that's all he needs. Someone to trust, to love, someone to show him that he's needed. And that's who I'm going to be. Whether he wants me to or not.

Patrick's P.O.V

Oh. My. God.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Why is he kissing me? You know what- nevermind, don't answer that. Please don't answ-

Piiiiity. He thinks you're pathetic, worthless, and needy. That's why. That's why he's kissing you.

Than why would he say all those things about me?

Oh my god, again: P.I.T.Y! What does that spell? Oh yeah- pity.

I sadly pull away and sigh. He looks at me in confusion. I look away. Pity. That's all. He gets up from the chair he is sitting in and sits on the bed. He looks at me and makes a "scoot over" motion. I scoot over and he slides in beside me. He scooches under the covers and puts his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, willing myself to go to sleep. Pete slowly places an arm over my stomache. He mumbles "Go to sleep, we'll talk about this later." And I slowly drift off.

I don't care if it was pity. Pete Wentz kissed ME. And that made me go to sleep with a smile on my face.

I am actually kinda proud about this one :3. And BAM THERE'S YOUR PETERICK KISS! WOHOOO! If you want to get the feeling of this chapter to the fullest, listen to the song "A Thousand Years" BUT! Listen to Part 2 of it while reading. Love ya guys!!! ~burntfailsafe~