November 1st (Frerard)

13: Saturday, October 13th

Kat was insistent upon the fact that they weren't fucking cuddling... but, Kat and Pete were laid out on Pete's bed, with Kat on their back, staring up at Pete's ceiling, and with Pete at their side, with one arm wrapped across Kat's chest.

The two laid there mostly in silence; Kat having slipped away from the stupid family traditions that usually occurred upon weekends with now only a depressed mother sat in their kitchen, comfort eating - she hadn't even acknowledged their presence as they'd made their way out at something like eleven in the morning, making their way directly to Pete's, needing to clear their head, spend some time with someone that wasn't Gerard.

Because as much as they of course loved Gerard, he was getting a little trick to handle as of recent; Kat couldn't quite pinpoint it, and instead had just opted to keep an extra close eye on their brother, which they really weren't doing now, but Gerard was at the beach, he only seemed happy at the beach, content sat before the ocean, and Kat reckoned he'd be okay, especially since fucking Frank seemed to be at their house every single fucking minute now.

Kat liked Frank, sure, but Kat didn't like the guy enough to see him in their brother's bedroom whenever they went in there, and no matter how much they liked the guy, they'd never like him enough to trust Gerard with him fully.

But of course, neither Frank nor Gerard seemed to understand that, and Kat's perfectly reasonable causes for concern, because well, fuck, Kat didn't even think Frank knew about Gerard's autism, and the kind of messes he'd been in before; Gerard wasn't exactly a very open person, after all.

"You came here to get your mind off him, but you're just laid here, worrying, about him, obviously, because he's all you ever worry about," Pete pulled Kat back to reality with a painfully accurate observation, "fuck, I think he's the only thing you ever care about; you have this whole I don't give a fuck attitude, but then there's Gerard, and I think, in a weird way, you need him, because otherwise you'd have seriously fucked your life up by now."

Kat didn't respond for a good few minutes, instead spending the silence letting their eyes flicker across Pete's wall, fixating upon band poster after band poster, and then of course, the small corner of Pete's room that was dedicated to more personal items: pictures of him and his family, pictures of his friends - people Kat didn't know nor care for, and then one picture of him and Kat, from a year or so back, from when they thought they really had something, but it had fucked up, of course, as things with the two of them always did.

And as what they had right now inevitably would, and Kat knew that, fuck, Kat thought of that in every happy moment they spent with Pete, because sure, right now, Pete Wentz seemed like the only person in the world that really understood them, but they'd thought that the last time, and the time before, and the time before that, and each time without fail, they'd been proved wrong, and well, Kat wasn't much of an optimist.

"I'm worrying about something different now, if that makes you feel better." Kat added, coming to realise they'd just left Pete hanging in silence for almost three minutes now.

Pete laughed a little, moving his arm away from Kat's chest and up to their face, brushing hair from it in a way that didn't fail to have Kat blushing within seconds, "what are you worrying about?"

"Stuff-"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Kat." Pete let out a sigh, "you worrying doesn't make me happy, and you know what makes it worse, not knowing what it's about," he changed his tone to something a little calmer, "I thought you said you could talk to me about things."

"I can, I just...." Kat let out a sigh, stretching a little, and totally not moving closer to Pete as they did so. "I'm worried about us, I'm thinking about you and I, and I'm thinking about us right now, and this bed, and that picture on your wall from last year, and how every time it fucks up, and how, I realise I'm just waiting, fucking waiting for this to fall apart again."