Lets Not And Say We Did

Five

Brendon walked away to go to the bathroom. Leaving Patrick by myself. Drunk and heart broken. He probably wasnt even going to go use the bathroom. Knowing Brendon, he was going to go find his company for the night. Maybe Patrick should try that. Brendon once told him that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone-

He jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned quickly to see who was tapping him. Because he wasn't in the mood to get tapped. Well maybe he was... The man stared at him for a few moments, wide eyed. Patrick felt uncomfortable. He didn't like being stared at. The man blinked and shook his head. Smiling.

"I'm, Ryan."

"So?"

His smile widened. "I couldn't help but over hear your little problem."

"Little problem?" Patrick scoffed. "This is the biggest problem of my life-"

"Then you have a little life."

"Listen, asshole, I don't need or want to hear this from you. I don't even know you. So you can take that little drink there," He pointed to the glass in Ryan's hands. "And shove it up you pretentious, skinny, little-"

"Hey!" Ryan stopped him with a shocked chuckle. "Looks like an angel with the temper of the devil."

"Was that supposed to be some kind of compliment?" Patrick narrowed his eyes at the rude stranger.

"Nope." Ryan sipped his drink. "Not at all."

"Good. Because I'm not interested."

"You might be singing a different tune after I explain my offer."

"Doubtful."

"What's your name, anyhow?"

"Patrick." He reluctantly shared.

"Of fucking course." Ryan laughed into his drink.

"What's so funny?" Patrick frowed.

"You look like an angel and you're named after a saint."

"I don't get it." His brows furrowed in confusion.

Ryan laughed again.

"That's because your drunk."

"I'm not-"

"Okay. Then you're just stupid."

"You know what?" Patrick stood up, almost falling over in the process. "I'm going to go find my friend. Have a good night, dick."

"So you're not interested in making fifty thousand dollars, then?"

Ryan spit the random number out nonchalantly. It was probably more than Pete was planning on paying but Ryan didn't care. He needed a number that would shock the hell out of the little saint. And fifty thousand dollars could be a life changer for most people. Pete definitely wouldn't miss the money.

His plan worked. The saint stopped. Slowly, probably so that he wouldn't fall, he walked back to the stool. Ryan turned to face him as he sat back down.

"Fifty thousand?"

Ryan nodded.

"You're lying."

Ryan shook his head.

"Is it illegal?"

Another head shake.

"And you can just afford to throw that kind of money around? Are you rich?"

Ryan shrugged.

"Fucking speak."

"Maybe we could speak somewhere a little more private?" Ryan suggested.

"Where?"

"My car?"

"Hell no."

"Fine."

Ryan stood up. He threw his head back and finished the rest of his glass. Without another word he began to walk away from the bar. Patrick squirmed in his seat watching him walk away. Fifty thousand dollars could save his ass right now. Oh fuck it! He finished off his drink and raced to follow behind the man he barely knew. The bar door was closing as he got to it. So he pulled it open and was met with the man smiling at him again.

"Where's your car?" Patrick muttered.

"Right this way."

He took a few steps and walked around the front of the car. Opening the drivers side and getting in. Patrick took a moment to appreciate the automobile. This was the best car he'd ever seen in person and he was going to get inside of it with a mysterious stranger offering him fifty thousand dollars to do some legal bidding. Cool. He opened the door and slipped in the car.

"What do I have to do?" He got straight to the point.

"Before I say anything, if you don't agree to this deal, you can't talk to anyone about it."

"Are you with the CIA or something." Ryan glared. "Fine. I promise."

"Do you know who Peter Wentz is?"

Patrick stiffened. Ryan noticed. "The billionaire who never takes off the suit and never smiles?"

"Precisely."

"The homophobic, jerk?" Patrick raised a brow.

"Jerk? Occasionally. Homophobic? Not even a little bit."

"Well I read-"

"You're stupid if you believe everything you read." Ryan cut him off sharply.

"How do you know he's not a homophobe?" Patrick challenged.

"I work for him. Also, I've been his best friend since high school. And if you haven't noticed, I'm a little gay."

"A little? You're about as straight as a circle." Patrick laughed at himself.

"Exactly. And Pete loves me."

"So he's gay. You're dating?"

"No! He's not gay."

"I'm confused."

"Pete is straight. But he doesn't hate gays."

"Oh. Then why do all the magazines say he does?"

"His ex. Meagan? He broke up with her and she went nuts. So she lied about him to a magazine to try and ruin him."

"Did he break her heart?" Patrick asked sadly. Thinking of Andy.

"No." Ryan eyed him oddly. "Just her pride."

"So where do I come in?"

"You have to date Pete."

"Look," Patrick shook his head. "I'm literally just coming out of a bad relationship. And you just said this Pete guys wasn't even gay-"

"Not really date him. Just pretend to for the media. Hold hands and hug in public. Go on dates for a few months and then pretend to break up."

"That's twisted."

"It's also paying you fifty thousand dollars to do."

"I said it was twisted. Never said I wouldn't do it."

Ryan grinned. "We have a deal?" He held his hand out.

"Yes." Patrick shook it. "But I have to warn you, I'm a terrible actor."

"I'm sure the thought of fifty grand will improve your skills a bit."

"I hope." Patrick adjusted his hat. "When do I start?"

"Now."

Ryan started the car and drove swifty from his parking stop. Patrick quickly reached over to put on his seat belt. Holy smokes what did he just agree to?