*EDITING* Thanks For The Memories (Peterick FanFic)

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

ok pete tweeted me like wtf im so undeserving of these tweets

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-PATRICK'S POV-

It's been a few days since Pete proposed, and these past few days have been really great. I'm finally going to marry the love of my life.

We planned the wedding to be in 4 months. It's going to be on November 14th. I smile every time I think about it.

I just love Pete so much. After all we've been through, it just makes me fall in love with him over and over. I can't wait until our day. I can't believe it's actually going to happen. God, he's so perfect. I never knew I could care about someone as much as I care about Pete. I couldn't be happier.

"Hey, babe." Pete said, laying down on my bunk next to me.

"Hey." I kissed him softly. "I haven't gone to the store yet."

Brendon had asked me to go to the store earlier today. I still haven't went.

"It's okay. You don't need to." He smiled at me.

"Can you come with me?" I asked, pouting.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." He didn't hesitate.

We both stood up and put on jackets and shoes. Pete held my hand as we walked out of the stopped tour bus. It's been stopped for quite a while today, which gives us time to do whatever we want.

-PETES POV-

Patrick and I walked down the sidewalk of the crowded city. There was a lot of cars beeping and a lot of traffic. It was loud. The sidewalks weren't very crowded, though.

I saw a bakery, and I couldn't resist going in it. Patrick told me he'd wait outside.

I was a little hesitant on letting him stay out there alone, but I shrugged it off, I mean, he is basically an adult.

In the bakery, there were many desserts and breads. I ordered two cinnamon rolls. One for Patrick and one for me. I walked outside.

I looked at where Patrick was standing. He was laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. I dropped the bag of cinnamon rolls and ran to him, immediately sobbing. I looked up to see a guy looking at me. He quickly ran away when we made eye contact.

He had been stabbed.

"No! PATRICK! Wake up! Get up! Patrick! Fuck! I need you, please Patrick." I sobbed.

No reply. I took out my phone and dialed 911.

People surrounded us, looking at me worriedly.

When an ambulance finally came, they let me ride in the back with Patrick.

His heart was still beating.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I predict he doesn't have long to live." The nurse that was sitting across from me said.

I sobbed harder than I ever had before. This can't be happening.

"What's your relation to him?" She asked.

I answered her questions in between gasps for air and sniffles. I can't lose Patrick.

I held his hand. Even though he probably didn't know I was doing this. I wanted to feel like he was still here with me.

I mean, he isn't dead, but I wanted to feel like this didn't happen.

This is all my fault. If I didn't let my hunger get to me and kept walking with him. I shouldn't of left him out there alone. I hate myself for this.

"I love you, Pat." I whispered to him and kissed his cheek.

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ok this took forever to write bc pete tweeted me the beginning of october,,, anyway this is short but the next one WILL be longer