The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Irresistible

(Pete's POV)

I walked into Patrick's house without being invited. Hey, it wasn't like I hadn't tried knocking. Because I did. For like five fucking minutes straight. But now my hand was tired and my patience was up. I knew he was home. One, because his car was in the driveway. Two, because the fucking front door was unlocked. I cautiously opened his bedroom door. Please let it be empty. Please let it be empty. Huh! It was empty. Where the hell was that boy?

"Patrick!" I yelled. No answer. "Patrick fucking Stump, I will steal your underwear!" Silence. I walked into the kichen, dragging my fingers over the counter tile. My nails scratched it, making the loud, annoying sound he hated. But he still didn't come out. I walked down to the basement. It was the only soundproof room in the house. Maybe that's why he couldn't hear me. "Pat-"

I stopped when I saw him in the recording booth. He was wearing a pajama set. Like an actual shirt and pants. I didn't know dudes even word those. His glasses were on but I didn't know why. His eyes were closed behind them. And he was singing. A song that I didn't quite recognize at first.

"Whispered goodbye. He got on a plane. Never to return again. But always in my heart." He sang. The song still wasn't ringing a bell. He adjusted his stance, widening his legs. I knew what that meant, I'd seen it done before. He was about to bellow. Whatever he was singing, he meant it. "This love has taken its toll on me. He said goodbye too many times before! And my heart is breaking in front of me! But I had no choice. Because I won't say goodbye anymore!"

"Shit." I mumbled. I knew that song. Maroon 5 song. Was he talking about me?

"I tried my best to feed his apatite. Keep him coming every night. So hard to keep him satisfied." The way his voice deepened when he said that part was so sexy. My stomach twisted. " He kept playing love like it was just a game. Pretending to feel the same. But turn around and leave again. Oh!" He screamed the words now. His face turning pink. His fist slamming down at his sides in frustrated anger.

"This is for me." I mumbled in awe. Watching the pain on the small man's face as he sung. I didn't know I could hurt him like this.

"I'll fix these broken things! Repair your broken wings! And make sure everything's alright!" As he was yelling beautifully into the mike, tears began cascading down his flushed cheeks. I turned and walked back up the stairs. Hearing him sing after me. "My pressure on your hips! Sinking my fingertips in every inch of you because I know that's what you want me to do! Oh!"

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pencil from the cup on the counter. I didn't have a piece of paper so I wrote on the fridge. It'd come off. Stopped by but couldn't find you! XO -Pete.
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(Patrick's POV)

I walked out of the basement and headed to the kitchen. Singing always helped me feel better. For some reason, I just broke down this morning. I was overwhelmed. I was tired of pretending to be happy with Pete. I was tired of waking up alone. I was tired of hurting for no reason. At least when Pete hurt me, I still knew he loved me. That's why we always forgave each other. That wasn't the case anymore. At least not for Pete.

I went to open my refrigerator and paused. What the fuck? Stopped by but couldn't find you! XO -Pete. He came here? My door was unlocked?! I sighed when I realized he didn't find me. That would have been embarrassing. And XO? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe I should return the favor. Rushing to my room, I grab a pair of shoes on and my hat. To Pete's house we go.