Oh My My, That Man

The box

Patricks POV

What the fucking fuck? What the fucking fuck was that?

"What the fucking fuck was that?" I said as we stepped out of the hospital into the parking lot. We had stayed with Joe for the whole day and pete and andy got the day off but I was too tired to stay any longer. Plus I was completely hurt and mad about pete and that fucking whore slut nurse. Trying to steal my man. Aw hell no. But what if Pete wanted to be with her? What if he didn't love me anymore?

"I had to get you two in, so I you know.. worked the fact that im attractive to women to my advantage." He said as we made our way to the car.

"Bullshit" I said. He probably wanted to run away with her. But maybe he stayed with me out of pity. Maybe he didn't want to hurt me so he just stays so that he wont hurt me.

"Babe, come on. If it weren't for me you guys wouldn't have had seen Joe." We were now standing apart from eachother by the car. Him on the drivers side and me on the passengers.

"Do you think shes attractive?" I said working up all my courage. Of course he did, he doesn't love me oh god.

"What?" He said stopping mid twisting the keys into the door.

"Do you find her physically attractive?" I repeated trying to display a fierce face. But inside I was scared out of my mind.

"Are you serious?" He looked hurt and confused.

"Yes, Do you find her attractive in any way."

"No, well... yeah a little." He had confirmed my worst fear. He liked her, not me.

"Wrong answer." I said and opened my door harshly and sat down, slamming the door. I was so angry. I was about to break. I felt the familiar lump of tears in my throat and I wanted so much to just break into pieces and become invisible.

"Why are you so mad at me?" He said sitting down in the drivers not even attempting to put the keys into the ignition. I turned away.

"Are you mad at me because I think some random girl is somewhat attractive?" he kept antagonizing.

"Do you still love me?" I  said quietly.

He grabbed me and turned me around harshly, hands on my shoulders. He didn't hesitate one bit before he attacked my face. He kissed me passionately and fierce, sliding his tongue into my mouth making it hard for me to object. And I didn't really want to object. He still loved me. I pushed into him, his hands on my neck and mine in his hair. I loved his hair, and I loved him. I pushed out my worries. Slowly, I pushed myself up and over into his lap. I straddled him from the top, if that's possible. He pulled his hands to my waist, pulling me into him. I kissed him hungrily, this was some kinky shit. But I kind of liked it.

I reached and pulled of his jacket when I felt a weight on the left side of the jacket. There was something in the pocket, sneakily I dug into the pocket behind Pete's back, still kissing him as he grinded on my lightly from underneath. My hands touched a small box. It was the size of a... of a... of an engagement ring..  I pulled back abruptly to see if it was true. Pete gave me a surprised and confused look. I looked at the small box in my hand. It was black and velvety. It was an engagement ring. I brought it out from behind Pete and gave him a  confused look. He looked at me back and grabbed the ring box from my hand.

He turned it towards me, looking me in the eyes. Was he going to..

"Patrick, from the first day I laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to get to know you. I had to be with you, wether it was your boyfriend or just your friend. But I had to. Ive fucked up so many times, and each time, you have found a way to forgive me. We've been through ups and downs and everything in between. Each time finding a way to stick together through the good and the bad. I don't deserve you. You are kind, you are beautiful, you are one of a kind, you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are truly the most wonderful human being ever. You are the best part of me. Without you, I would be nothing. My life would have no purpose. I would have no reason to get up in the morning. I love you so much that it scares me. Scares me out of my mind. Because if I ever lost you, I wouldn't be able to go on." He started to shake a bit as he said the words, keeping eye contact the whole time. I was crying now, he loved me.

"Id take a bullet for you any day of the week. I never ever want you to question how much I love you and I never want to loose you. Patrick Stump I love you so much. I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?" He opened the small box which revealed a simple metal band with a black band in the middle. It was the most beautiful thing ever. I stopped choking back the tears and I let them flow. I couldn't find my words. Pete was crying and I wiped away some tears with my right hand.

"I... Yes." I said laughing at my crying mess. He lit up and smiled brighter than anything with me. I laughed more and kissed his softly and lovingly. I pulled back and he grabbed my left hand, sliding the cold smooth band onto the ring finger. I took it in.  It was so perfect. He was so perfect. He pulled out a second ring and was about to put it on his hand when I grabbed it. I kissed him deeply, as I slid it on his finger for him. He smiled so bright.

"I love you so much Patrick." He said brushing my hair with his finger.

"I love you so much Pete." I said and let my forehead rest upon his.