New Perspective

Chapter 4

Patrick was rushing all around in the kitchen trying to make the perfect Thanksgiving dinner. "You sure you don't want me to do something?" Pete asks worried that Patrick was doing way too much. "No, no I've got this." He wipes a hand across his forehead smearing some flour on it. He checks the temperature of the turkey biting his lip as he reads the temp. Pete leans on the counter watching the blonde working his tail off in the kitchen. "You know I could at least do something." Patrick shakes his head. "No way I'm letting the cookie incident happen again." They both laugh remembering the time the not such a great baker Pete almost burned the apartment down.
Patrick is getting uncomfortable with Pete under his feet. He wipes his hand on his apron. "Okay Pete you've got to get out of here before I lash on you. You keep getting in the way." he tries to say gently. "But what am I supposed to do." He pouts. "I'm sure Dallon could use a Netflix buddy." Pete furrows his brow confused. "But what about Brendon." He asks Stump. "oh he had to go see someone. I don't know." the brown eyed boy shrugs and shoves Pete out of the kitchen. "Now get out of my hair. No hard feelings."
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"This needs to stop," Brendon said looking at the male across from him. "Please don't say that, you always say that," Ryan said. He grabbed Brendon's hand. "These last couple of days have been amazing you know that," Ryan said. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Brendon's lips. "I have a boyfriend," Brendon said, guiltily thinking about Dallon. Ever since Ryan had called Brendon four days earlier, the two had been meeting every day. Brendon desperately wanted to stop, but something about Ryan altered his judgment.
"You have said that everyday and yet you still kiss me," Ryan said. "Just admit you still love me," Ryan said. Brendon silently stared down at his shoes. "Look if you don't feel the same way, I'm going to leave. And this time i won't comeback," Ryan said. "You can't expect me to leave Dallon," Brendon said looking up at Ryan. He sighed, "Brendon I love you and if you can't do the same I will leave, you have until tomorrow," Ryan said forcefully. He placed a hard kiss on Brendon's lips before turning and walking away.
Brendon quietly entered the apartment and was met with loud yelling. "How could you think that Chuck and Blair is dumb," Dallon yelled. "Dan and Blair is so much better," Pete yelled back. Dallon and Pete were on the couch watching Gossip Girl. "Bren would you tell him that Dan and Blair is the worst ship there is," Dallon said. Brendon just laughed and walked over to the kitchen.
"What's cooking Momtrick," Brendon said. Patrick huffed at the nickname. "Making you your thanksgiving dinner," He said. "Stop being so dumb," came a yell. "Would you two quiet down please," Patrick yelled from the kitchen. "Well tomorrow should be great," Brendon said.
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Patrick was completely done for the evening from all that preparing and Pete wasn't helping the situation. The dark haired boy was only messing around when he picks up a guitar pick looking at and using it for his pretend air guitar. "No! Not that!" Pete holds it high above Patrick's head since he was a few inches taller. "Put that down" Patrick doesn't even try for it, but stands angrily in front of him glaring. Pete shakes his head. "Nope," a naughty grin on his lips. "I swear to god, Pete if you don't put that down I will hurt you. That was my hero's and it's not a toy." Patrick tells the other clearly not finding this funny and he sets it back down. "Thank you."
Pete moves to the blonde quickly making a move and grabbing his crotch into his hand. "Do I have to put this down?" he whispers in the male's ear. Patrick blushes darkly. "P-Pete." He barely gets out. Pete raises a brow encouraging the blonde to reply. Then the green eyed male's mood changes drastically and anger boils over from the stressful day. "God Dammit can I not get one minute where you are not trying to fuck me! I can not deal with your boy hormones." The older boy's eyes widen at the sudden burst. "Gosh Patrick. I didn't know you felt that way. You know I." He cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "Stop it right there. You are not going to say sorry or give me that bullshit. I'm sick of hearing it." Pete huffs in frustration slapping his arms down hard on his leg. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? You've never seemed to be bothered before. How do you expect me to know what you're feeling when you don't ever say anything? I'm not in your head I don't know what you feel and think." Patrick rubs his temple then looks up at Pete. "Well you are my boyfriend and should know me, but I guess you don't. Second of all you don't ask ever about how I feel. You never care!" His voice breaks and he tries to fix it but instead has to turn away tears streaming.
Pete's arms wrap around the youthful male. "Oh little one." He tightens his arms around him. "I care so much about you. Don't ever think I don't. I fucking love you Patrick Martin Stumph." The blonde turns to look back at the taller man and leans in to connect their lips. "Prove it Pete. Show me I'm yours." Patrick's forehead leans onto the others. Pete grins and places a small kiss on Patrick's lips. "All you had to do was ask," Pete whispers. He gentle kisses Patrick's neck, causing a tingling sensation to run through his body. "Let me prove to you, just how much you mean to me," Pete said as he dragged Patrick down to the couch. At that point Patrick's stress was long gone, all he could think about was Pete.
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Brendon woke up earlier than Dallon that morning. All he could hear in his head was was Ryan's last words. His heart was in shambles, he loved the man who was sleeping next to him, but his heart was with Ryan. He looked down at Dallon and was overwhelmed with guilt. He didn't deserve him, he tried to tell him, but Dallon didn't give up on him. Dallon rolled over and groggily blinked open his eyes.
"Hey it's not even ten," Dallon yawned. He placed his head in Brendon's lap, and wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist. "Guess i just woke up early," Brendon replied weakly. With each of Dallon's touches more and more guilt filled him. "Are you okay," Dallon said when he saw the dark look on Brendon's face. Brendon faintly smiled and nodded. But Dallon could tell he was hiding something.
"Where have you been running off to these past couple of days. It must be pretty important," Dallon questioned. For a quick second something passed through Brendon's eyes almost like guilt. Dallon's paranoia grew. "Just working on some music with some people seeing how everything sounds you know," Brendon said. Dallon could tell he was lying. "You know you can tell me anything right, I love you, and I won't let anything happen to you," he said. Brendon's heart broke as he said those three letters. "I love you too," Brendon whispered. Dallon wanted to press on but he decided not to. "Well I don't know about you, but I am so ready for Patrick's Thanksgiving dinner."
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Pete is setting out the plates on the table placing silverware with each set of plates as Patrick lays out the dinner on the table. He goes to grab the knife to carve the turkey when his finger gets sliced on the sharp blade. "Ouch." Patrick recoils then sucks on the cut. The brown haired man comes rushing in immediately to the sound of the blondes distress. He leans over his shoulder to see the injury. "What happened?" Pete asks worry in his eyes. "I cut my finger, Petey. No need to freak out over it." Patrick rolls his eyes when the taller man takes his finger and kisses it gently. "What band aid would you like? I've got Ninja Turtle ones." Stump shrugs his shoulder and pouts watching the blood drip down. The cut wasn't too deep just a little slice like a paper cut. "I wanna Donatello one. That's the purple one. He's my favorite." Patrick says in a childlike voice. He ruffles his hair and leaves to the bathroom to get the Neosporin and band aid.
Once the younger boys cut was all fixed up they went back to finishing with setting up the table for the Thanksgiving dinner. Patrick smiles down at the dinner he has prepared proud of himself. Pete wraps his arms around him. "Good job my little chef." he pulls his lips to the others. "I'll go get the guys." with that the dark haired leaves to knock on their door. Patrick wipes off his hands on the apron and unties it hanging it back up. He starts to pour everyone's drinks knowing by now what everyone liked.
Pete pounds on Dallon's bedroom door. "Come on you two it's time for dinner. Enough with filling your freaky needs ya sex addicts ," He calls inside and doesn't wait for the two to attack for calling them the name. "They are coming." Pete says as he stands in the kitchen with Patrick a sly grin on his lips. Patrick looks to Pete accusingly hands on his hips, knowing that grin he seemed to always have when he did something he knew he shouldn't have. "Oh nothing , Trick." he shoots the look again and takes a drink from his glass.
Dallon entered the kitchen with eagerness followed by Brendon who was less enthusiastic. "I am starving, i hope you made a lot," Dallon laughed as he sat down at a place. Brendon sat down next to him with a laugh.
"Me too," chuckles Patrick. "I had to like quadruple the recipes knowing you eat more than a whale could." Patrick began to place palates of food down on the table. After all the plates were put down he sat at the table. "We should go around and say what we are thankful for," Patrick said. "Well I'm thankful for this food," Pete laughed, "I'm thankful that i have a boyfriend that accepts me for who I am." Patrick grinned, "I'm thankful for having every single one of you in my life, especially you Pete." Dallon smiled, "Well I am thankful just to have an exciting life." At that moment Brendon's phone buzzed loudly. Brendon looked down and saw the name Ryan flashing on the screen. "Excuse me i have to answer this," Brendon excused himself from the table leaving a confused Dallon.
"I still have time," Brendon said as he answered the call. "No actually you don't, look i have to go, so you either need to be where we meet in 10 or i'm gone," Ryan said, then he hung up. Brendon sighed and walked back into the dining room. "I am terribly sorry but i have to go," he said. "Where the hell do you have to go," Dallon yelled. "It's Thanksgiving you can't just walk out," he said. Brendon walked over and kissed him on the lips. "I love you and I will be back, just trust me." And with that Brendon walked out.
Dallon looked over at Pete and Patrick who were awkwardly sitting there. "Sorry you had to see that," Dallon said sheepishly. He got up and grabbed his jacket. "I'm sorry but I have to find him and make sure that he is not getting himself killed," Dallon said. "When i get back we are going to eat all of this."

Dallon wasn't far behind Brendon when he finally stopped. He was standing with an unfamiliar man. Dallon expected a drug deal or something illegal, what he didn't expect was for Brendon to reach over and kiss him.