*EDITING* Thanks For The Memories (Peterick FanFic)

Grenade Jumper

-PETE'S POV-

~2 MONTHS LATER~

Fall Out Boy was off to a good start. A lot of people were coming to our shows, some people would even sing the lyrics. Even though Take This To Your Grave was fairly new, a lot of people really liked it. I don't think I've ever been this happy.

Brendon is having a graduation party tonight. Patrick's currently sick, so I'll be going by myself. I told him I could stay home with him, but he insisted. Apparently this party is going to be huge. I was kind of scared about going, because of what happened last time I went to a party. I know I'll be okay.

Patrick and I are doing great. We've fought a few times, but it was nothing big. It was mainly because we didn't agree on something, but we always worked it out. I've held back on taking my anger out on him. I'm controlling myself more, which is great. 

"Petey," Patrick groaned. He really wasn't feeling well.

"Yeah, Trick?" I asked.

"Can you make me some soup? Pleaaaaseee?" He coughed.

"Of course." I said, kissing his forehead before walking to the kitchen to make him some soup. 

Patrick and I bought a house together. It's still in the same neighborhood as our parents' house. So I don't have to deal with my dad and Patrick and I can have more privacy. Although we haven't really done anything that we would need privacy for, or that we wouldn't do in front of our friends. 

When I finished making him soup, I walked to his room and handed him the bowl.

"Thank you, babe." He smiled. His voice was weak.

I sat down on the bed. Our room had a couch in it, just like Patrick's old room. It was a big room, and we had a king size bed. We moved in last week, so I was still adjusting to the new environment.

"I love you," Patrick said to me as he handed me the empty bowl.

"I love you, too." I smiled and then walked out of the room. I put the bowl in the sink and started washing it. I was distracted by Patrick's arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and I shut the water off. He rested his head on my shoulder.

"Trick, you should really be laying down." I said, obviously concerned.

"I'd rather be with you." He let go.

I picked him up. He was really light, so I could do this whenever I wanted. "Well, I'm going to sleep." I smirked, setting him on our bed.

"Peeeeeete," He groaned. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course," I smiled. "You don't even need to ask." I laid down. He moved around a little until he was comfortable. He wrapped his arms around me. 

"Sleep well, Petey." He kissed my cheek.

"You too, Trick." I kissed his forehead. It was still early, but I would have to be well rested for the party.

I closed my eyes.

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When I woke up, Patrick was still sleeping. I checked the time on my phone. 9pm. The party starts in about an hour. It takes me an hour to get ready.

I carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Patrick. I took a shower and changed into black skinny jeans and a plain red t-shirt. I did my hair and brushed my teeth, then I walked back in our room.

"Have fun," Patrick mumbled, sitting up a little.

"Alright. Call me if you need me, okay?" I said and then kissed his cheek. 

"I will." Patrick smiled and laid down again.

"Okay. See you soon," I said and walked out of the door of our bedroom. I started walking down the hall to the front door.

I didn't tell Patrick I loved him. 

I turned around, walking back into our room again. "I love you." I said softly.

"I love you, too." Patrick responded. 

I walked out of the house. I drove to Brendon's house. Even though it wasn't far from mine, it was faster to drive. I pulled into the driveway and then walked in his house.

The music was insanely loud. I pushed my way through the people dancing to get to Brendon. 

"Hey, Pete!" He smiled at me.

"Hey." I replied.

"Hey, Bren, can I talk to you for a second?" Ryan asked Brendon.

"Of course!" Brendon responded and followed Ryan.

I grabbed a drink.

~~~~~~~~~

I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't drunk.

"Hey, sexy." A girl walked over to me.

"Helloooo," I replied, smirking.

"You're cute, what's your name?" She was obviously drunk.

"Pete, and yours?"  I asked.

"Ashlee. You wanna go somewhere more..private?" She winked.

"Yeah," I replied. She held my hand and took me to one of the rooms.

"You're really hot, you know." She devilishly smirked.

"Well so are you," I responded, resting a hand on her shoulder.

She kissed my neck. I was breathing heavily, and I'm not sure why.

~~~~~~

When I woke up, I was next to Ashlee. Then I realized I was naked. Oh fuck.

I quickly put on my clothes. I had a really bad headache. I'll just take some pain killers when I get home. 

I walked out of Brendon's house and got in my car. I just sat there, with my hands on the wheel. I felt bad for just leaving her. It makes me seem like such a jerk. I don't know how I'll explain that I'm not into girls.

I don't remember anything that happened last night. I guess going to parties only makes bad things happen. I don't know how I'm going to tell Patrick... Maybe I just won't..

That's not right. I shouldn't keep things from him, but I don't want to lose him again.

I decided on not telling him and I drove back home. I walked into my room.

"Hey," I said to Patrick, who was watching a movie.

"Hi," He smiled at me. I sat down next to him. "Did you sleep at Brendon's?"

"Yeah, I figured driving home drunk wasn't a good idea." I lied.

"I'm glad you decided to do that." He kissed me softly.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"A lot better. Almost as if I'm not sick anymore." He replied cheerfully.

"Great!" I smiled. We would have to go on tour soon once again. This meant being in a tour bus instead of our house.

"Yeah. Thank you, by the way." He placed his hand on mine.

"For what?"

"Taking care of me."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The door to our house opened. Brendon had the extra keys to our house. "Pete," I heard Brendon groan.

"Wait here," I said, running to the front door. "Yeah?"

"You slept with Ashlee?!" He asked.