Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

Graveyard

~ I was listening to Kids In The Dark while writing this, and usually when I listen to music and write the music influences the stuff I put in the chapter. Also, I felt like posting agian cause why tf not? Okay, enjoy :)~
[Pete's POV]
"Fuck." I said, rubbing my head. I had a massive hangover and I felt really dizzy. I must have passed out in my living room on the floor after going out with Alex and Jack. Where was Patrick? I stood up unsteadily and began to walk to the staircase. He must be in his room sleeping. I smiled to myself, that lazy little man.

Once in the upstairs hallway, I began to head over to Patrick's room. I walked in smiling, forcing the headache I had away, and realized he was not there. Where was he? I began to go to the music studio, not there. Bathroom? Not there. My room? Nope. Kitchen? No. Odviously not the living room.

I pulled out my phone and called Patrick. He didn't pick up. I scrolled through my contacts and clicked Dallon's profile, it began dialing. I figured since Dallon's cousin was Brendon and Brendon was one of Patrick's bestfriends, he might be able to ask Brendon where Patrick was. I honestly wasn't too sure, but I had no other choice.

"Hello?" I heard Dallon say, I smiled at hearing his soothing sex-I mean calm voice. "Hey, um, Dallon. Can I speak to Brendon? Or could you, I don't know where Patrick is." I said. "Um, sure, I guess.- Brendon!" Dallon yelled suddenly. "Pete's on the phone and wants to speak to you!" A pause followed this. "I don't care if you and Ryan are making-shut up and just come down here!-He said he'll be right down." I smiled and snickered.

"Hey." Brendon said, after a few moments of waiting and shifting sounds of the phone being passed between people. "Hey Bren, do you by any chance know where Patrick is?" I askd, there was silence, I suspected he was thinking about it. "Well, he's not with me, so he's either with Andy or at the graveyard where his dad is buried." My stomache felt fluttery at the mention if Patrick's dad at. Of course Patrick would be there.

"I need to go, but call me if you think of any ideas as to where Trick is." I said, then hung up. I sighed and walked out the door. I rushed down the street headed for Andy's, since I had no clue where Patrick's dad was buried.

When I arrived at Andy's his mom answered, she said Patrick wasn't here. I asked where Mr. Stump was buried, she said the name of the location, which made me feel uncomfortable hearing. I then ran off. I caught my breath for a moment, then kept running. I needed to find Patrick, he had to be here.

I walked into Yosemity Grave Yard, it had beena while since I last had, and began to look for Patrick. The stones were slightly covered with weeds and overgrown plants. They were dusty and some were fallen over. I walked past one that caught my eye.

RIP
Helena Way
A lovely mother, friend, and grandmother
Your memory will carry on
So long and goodnight

I wiped a small tear that had formed then kept walking. I saw a giant willow tree and someone crying beneath it, I slowly approached them and saw who it was, Patrick.

"Patrick?" I softly said, touching his shoulder. He turned around quickly and his red bloodshot eyes filled with fear, terror, and nerves. "Please, leve me alone." He said, tears slipping down his face, I tried to give him a hug, but he jerked away.

"Patrick, what's wro-" "I said to leave me alone!" He now shouted. "Patrick! Please, just calm down. It's fine, I'm here for you." He looked away and began to run, I followed him. We ran around tombstones, trees, bushes, you name it. At one point he zig zagged behind to trees to try and lose me, but I kept following.

I grabbed his wrist. "Patrick." I stated, he squirmed in my grip. "Let me go you dishonest lying bastard!" He cried out, i didn't let him go. "Squirming will do you no good! Tell me! What, is going on?" I firmly said, he stopped. "You-you lied!" He yelled. "I trusted you. You forced yourself onto me and hurt me! I fucking knew it! Everyone in my life does this to me! Everyone." He collapsed on the ground in a pile of sobs and tears.

"I was drunk, I didn't mean a thing. Stop thinking about the bullets from my mouth. I love you Patrick, I would never purposely hurt you that way. Forgive me? Please?" I said, he gave me a hug, then looked me directly in the eyes.

"It'll take you a while to fully gain my trust back, and for me to trust you in return, but for now I still love you, and I forgive you. I knew you wouldn't have hurt me that way if you weren't drunk." He smiled and I did the same.

"I'm very sorry Tricky." I said once more, he smirked then gave me a kiss, a passionate one too, full of love. I kissed him back too. Then, we went home.