His Name Is Wentz

14

[I'm really obsessed with this book we have to read in english class 0-0]

I opened the door. Brendon looked tired and stressed out.

"I'm sorry" he said shaking his head "I'm so fucking sorry"

"It's okay" I said pulling him into a hug.

"I thought I was gonna lose you. I thought you hated me. Patrick I was so scared" He hugged me tighter "I can't lose you"

"I know. It's okay Bren" He pulled out of the hug. He slapped a huge grin across his face.

"Well, tell me about lover boy" he said smiling.
•••••
We talked for at least two hours about everything that's been going on. I told him everything that happened from the terrible interview to falling in love with Pete.

"I never would have seen you into sub dom shit" he said. I shrugged.

"Neither did I to be honest but it's kinda calming in a way. Like it helps you forget your problems" I mumbled awkwardly. I pulled the sleeves of Petes large hoodie over my hands. He threw popcorn at me. I popped it into my mouth.

"I miss this. Remember how we used to be in high school?" he asked.

"We were bad kids" I said giggling. He nodded and stuffed more popcorn into his mouth.

"The worst part of my childhood was growing up" I whispered.

"That was deeper than Petes dick in your ass Pat" he said.

"Fuck you!" I laughed while hitting him.  He stared at his phone screen.

"And that's the boyfrand gotta go pattyo" he said.  He hugged me tightly.

"Tell Ry I said hi" I said.

"Will do.  Love ya" he blew me a kiss and walked out of the house.  He is the gayest god damn human I know.  I clicked the TV on while shivering my ass off.  Seriously what the hell is he fucking elsa or some shit?  Why is it so damn cold?  The front door opened slowly.

"Why is it so cold in here?" I asked shivering a bit.  He sat down next to me without saying a word.  "Baby?" I asked.

"Why was Brendon here?" he mumbled.  I sighed.

"He just came to apologize" I said.  He nodded.  He had a dark angry look in his eyes.  I shivered again.  He looked at me.

"Cold?" he asked.

"I can see my damn breath" I said shivering again.

"It's like 78 degrees in here Patrick.  Are you okay?" he had a concerned look on his face now. 

"There's no way it's so fucking cold" I shivered again.  He pressed his hand to my forehead.

"You feel warm" he said standing up.  He placed a heavy blanket on top of me. 

"I'm f-fine" I said shivering.  I sneezed a little.

"Uh huh.  And I play bass in a band" he said sarcastically.  He kissed my forehead lightly.

"You're sweating" he said.

"I'm fucking freezing" I shivered again. 

"Looks like someone has a fever" He went into the kitchen and grabbed a thermometer.  He stuck it under my tongue.  It beeped a few seconds later.

"101.3.  I think you'll be staying in bed for a few days" He said smiling.

"Wonderful" I grumbled. 
•••••
He helped me into his bed since he didn't want me going home.  He turned on the TV to some boring news station and for some reason seemed really into it.