Fall Out Boy

Step 2: Make Mistakes

Patrick woke up around noon, his head spinning and confused. He sat up, a sharp pain running through his head. He gripped down hard, rubbing his hairline and taking a deep breath. He didn't remember last night at all, besides the fact that he went out to a bar with Pete.

Shit.

He had done exactly what he didn't want to do. Gotten wasted. He moaned lightly as he stood up, leaning against the wall for a moment before walking out of his room. He heard the unmistakeable voices of Pete and Andy, and saw them making breakfast and laughing.

Pete was the first to notice Patrick. "Andy, take this! Morning, Trick! How you feeling?" Pete rushed over to Patrick as he walked hazily out to the living room. "Me and Andy decided to stay here for the night since you were drunk and we were exhausted. I hope that's okay," Pete explained.

Patrick nodded, sitting down on the couch a little too quickly for his body's liking. Pete sat next to him, rubbing his back and making sure he was stable.

"Goddamn I hate hangovers," Patrick muttered, Pete chuckling a little.

"I feel you," Pete said sympathetically. "Hangovers are a bitch. But how you feeling? Need a drink, medicine, anything?" Patrick shook his head and lay down, dragging Pete down on top of him by accident.

"Whoa- Heyhey, you alright?" Pete asked as Patrick winced. Patrick nodded underneath Pete, relaxing as Pete took off some of his weight. Patrick stared up at Pete, his bleach blonde hair messy and ruffled. He didn't know why, but the circumstances he was in made Patrick really turned on.

Patrick smiled at Pete, pulling his body up off the couch to peck at Pete's lips for a moment before flopping back down. Pete gasped and stared down at Patrick, his face blushed.

'Its fine Pete, he's probably still a little drunk. Don't dwell on it.' Pete told himself. He shook it off and dismounted Patrick, heading back up to help Andy.

"What's got you so red?" Andy asked. Pete glanced back at Patrick and then back to Andy.

"Patrick just kissed me. And I'm trying not to make a mountain out of a molehill, he's drunk." Pete sighed.

"Finally! It's about time you two got together." Andy smiled. Pete whipped his head towards Andy as he walked out to start setting up the plates. Pete followed him with the bacon and eggs.

"Wait, what?" Pete asked. Andy smiled wider and chuckled as he eyed Patrick, who was splayed out on the couch.

"You didn't know he likes you?" Andy asked, grabbing the pancakes and the hashbrowns and setting them on the table. Pete shook his head, looking back out to Patrick. Patrick was barely awake until Pete walked back over, causing Patrick to sit up happily.

"Hey," Patrick smiled. "Smells good," Patrick sunk down into the edge of the couch, seeming more sober than a few minutes before.

"Uhm, can I ask you something Trick?" Pete asked. Patrick chuckled

"You just did," He said, looking more tired than he was drunk. Pete forced a smile, regardless of how nervous he was.

"Come on, I'm your best friend what's the worst that could happen? Tell me," Patrick urged. Pete stared at him. Did he not remember kissing him not 10 minutes ago? Maybe not- he was still partially drunk at the time.

"Where's your fedora, silly?" Pete said gently, a small smile on his face. Patrick giggled and looked at Pete again.

"Duh, it's on my-...." Patrick stopped when he realized he wasn't wearing it. "I dunno. Can you find it Pete?" He asked sweetly. Pete chuckled and stood back up.

"Sure. Go get some breakfast, Trick." Pete walked back into Patrick's room and grabbed his fedora off the floor, dusting it off. He stared down at it, rubbing his thumb over the rim.

"Oh, Patrick...." He said softly before heading back out to breakfast.

(AN: sorry it's been a while, but here's part 2 of my Run Dry shots. :))