I Do I Did

Six

"They're on their way." The nurse came back into the room.

Brendon had just finished styling Patrick's hair. He was in a pair of white pants. The kind doctors wore. And a black T-shirt. It was the only thing they had for him to wear. It was either this, or the hospital gown.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in here again unless you were bringing Mr. Wentz?" Brendon yelled.

"Sorry. I was just-"

"Brendon, don't frighten the woman."

"Ryan." Brendon glared at the man as he entered the room.

"How are you?"

"The same as I was two days ago."

Ryan sighed. No making up today.

Pete hesitsted in the doorway. Preparing himself to see Patrick. Its been so long. He's probably changed so much. He probably looks bad after being comatose for such a long time. Pete took a deep breath and walked into the room.

Holy shit! He looked amazing.

How the hell is it possible to look so good after being in a coma for over a year? His hair was cut shorter all around except his bang. That was still styled to the right. Thanks, Brendon.

His skin looked smoother and clearer. His eyes looked brighter as he glanced over at Pete. Thin, pink lips spread into a smile. And damnit, even that smile was more beautiful.

Pete let his eyes roam down Patrick's body. A body he knew all too well. A body he pretended to forget. He looked so so good. Even in the T-shirt and airy white pants.

Pete found himself smiling back.

"Hey there." He cringed at his own stupid greeting.

"Hey, Pete!" Patrick called out cheerfully.

"Y-You look good."

"Thank you." He walked over to Pete shyly. "I missed you."

"I-I uh. I missed you too."

Pete didn't realize how true it was until the words were out of his mouth. He did miss Patrick. He never stopped missing him. He could feel his heart swelling in his chest just seeing him alive again.

Without thinking, he grabbed the smaller man's face. Placing his lips over his softer ones. Patrick weakened into the kiss. But before he could wrap his arms around Pete, Brendon snatched Patrick away.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" He stared daggers into Pete.

"Brendon, why don't you mind your business for once?"

"He is my business. Don't pretend to care about him now. You left him for over a year!"

"I had to!"

"No you didn't. You could have stayed!"

Patrick didn't add anything to the argument. He didn't have anything to say. Of course Brendon told him what happened when he woke up. He told him how long he'd been in a coma. How Pete left. How he and Joe were the only ones who visited frequently.

But Patrick couldn't be mad at Pete. Yeah, he should have stayed. But he didn't. And he can't go back in time and change it. So he might as well try to move on from it. He loved Pete enough to work that out over time.

"I want to go home." Patrick interrupted their battle of words.

The other three in the room quieted down immediately. Staring at him as if they knew something he didn't. Ryan and Pete shared a look.

"Then let's go home." Pete finally said.

Brendon stared at him in disbelief. Ryan's face held a similar expression.

"Pete, I don't know if that's such a good idea." Ryan said slowly. Like he was planning each word out carefully.

Pete glared at his best friend. "I do."

"No-"

"Brendon, it's alright." Patrick assured him. "I-I want to go with him"

"Patrick, trust me. No you don't."

"It's okay. I know he left me. I'm not saying I still want to be with him." That was a lie. Patrick wanted to be with him more than anything. "That's just the house I'm used to."

"Fine." Brendon hugged him. Staring at Pete from over his shoulder. "You'd better explain everything before you take him into that house."

"Of course."

"And you." He held Patrick at arms length. "You call me as soon as you want to leave."

"I'm not going to want to leave." Patrick laughed lightly at his friend.

Brendon didn't return the laugh. His gaze intensified on Patrick. "Call me when you want to leave." He said again.

"Okay." No use in arguing.

"Let's go."

Pete grabbed Patrick's hand in his. Patrick smiled wider. They didn't wait for Ryan. He was most likely going to ride home with his fiance anyway.

Jefferson was waiting for them outside of the hospital. Grinning slightly when he saw Patrick. He rushed to open the door for them.

"Welcome back, sir."

"Thanks Jefferson."

Patrick slid into the car. Pete got in next to him. They didn't speak as the car drove down the familiar road. Patrick was happy he could remember everything. Brendon told him that he could have suffered from memory loss.

He almost squealed when he saw the hotdog stand. The same one he went to with Pete. The same one where he saw Pete's face on the magazine for the first time.

"Pull over!"

"Why?"

"I want a hotdog."

"We don't have time. And I need to talk to you about something really import-"

"Jefferson, pull over please."

"Jefferson keep dri-"

The car came to an abrupt stop. Patrick clapped happily. He didn't want to wait for Jefferson to open his door. He did it himself. Pete glared at the driver.

"Don't forget who you fucking work for." He warned before following Patrick to the stand.

Bob's eyes widened as he watched the two men approach. Patrick smiled at the familiar, round, greasy face.

"Can you guess my order, Bob?" He said excitedly.

"I-I"

"Do you remember me? I was on the magazines before!"

Patrick pointed to the magazines on the stand. His smile disappearing immediately. He lifted one up to get a closer look. To make sure he was seeing it right.

It was Pete. Staring at the camera with a straight face. The same expression he wore in every picture before he met Patrick. But he wasn't alone. There was a woman beside him. And not just any woman.

It was Meagan.

Pete's arm was wrapped around her her. Meagan was smiling brightly at Pete in the picture. Her perfect smile making Patrick's stomach twist. But that's not what made him snap. No, what made him snap was the magazine's headline.

"The Wentz Family's Surprise Bundle."

Patrick looked at the picture again. This time actually paying attention to something other than their faces. His eyes landed on Meagan's body. And her very visible, round stomach. He could feel vomit filling his mouth.