[I'm listening to Nickelback and I truly can't understand why people hate them... I dunno maybe I'm just weird for liking them :( ]
Missing Gerard was the worst part of it all. I had realized I would never see him again and he was my brother. Ashlee had visited twice once alone once with her husband. Pete went back to work. But I could finally leave about a week later.
"Sorry" Pete mumbled as I squealed in pain. My leg his the floor to hard. I grabbed the crutches I had to use for a while and walked to his car. He opened the door for me and took the crutches from my hands tossing them into the back. He was angry and I didn't know why. He sat down at the wheel. I stopped him from driving.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He stared at my leg.
"I feel like its all my fault" he whispered. He ran his fingers down my cast "This is all my fault"
"No baby. It's not. Hush" I pressed my lips to his lightly. He sobbed on my lips when I pulled back. Tears streamed down his cheeks. It's not a lot you see Pete Wentz cry. "Oh my god" I mumbled hugging him. I didn't really know how to comfort him.
"I've put you through so much pain!" he cried.
"No no I'm okay" I made him look me in the eyes "I'm okay I promise"
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"I'm sorry" He wiped his eyes. He was serious again while he straightened his tie.
"You know it's okay to cry" I whispered. He turned to face me again.
"Crying makes me feel weak" he said. He started the car. His hand slid into mine. "I suppose though, everyone's allowed to have a moment of weakness" I smiled up at him.
•••••
"You alright?" He asked tucking me into bed.
"I'm fine babe. Go back to work. Thank you for picking me up" I pecked his lips.
"Fine, fine" He grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket.
"Tell Ashlee I said hi" I called after him. He waved instead of saying 'okay' "I LOVE YOU!" I yelled.
"LOVE YOU!" he replied. The door slammed shut. I called my mon to keep my promise of calling her when they let me out of the hospital.
"Are you free?"
"Yes I'm free" I stared ahead at the wall.
"I wanted to uh break this news to you easily. Meagan knew you and Pete were home because Cassidy told her. She uh worked for her"
"I knew I couldn't trust that bi-"
"Language" I sighed loudly
"Ma I gotta go. Love ya"
"You too dear" I hung up. I started to play with the locket around my neck nervously. Did that mean Cassidy was gonna hurt me? I had to call Pete. I dialed his number and waited.
"This better be good I'm at a meeting"
"Cassidy was working for Meagan. She's probably still out there and Meagan was most likely her friend so please be careful" I could hear his breathing into the receiver.
"If anything happens you call me understand?"
"Yes sir"
"Good. I'll see you later Patrick"
"Bye baby" I hung up. Wonderful someone else who most likely wants to kill me.
•••••
I slept until I heard Pete come into the room.
"One of these days it's gonna be you sick in this bed I swear to God" I mumbled not opening my eyes.
"Hmm" he mumbled flopping next to me "I dunno baby you seem to be a magnet for dangerous situations"
"Yeah? I'll push you down the stairs maybe then you'll understand. I've gotten sick, a concussion, and shot. Before we were together I was healthy. I think you're the magnet for dangerous situations" I pouted at him. He covered my face with his hand.
"Poor baby" He mumbled. I licked his hand and giggled while he recoiled in disgust. "I'm gonna go take a shower" he sat up.
"I wish I could go with you" I pouted again.
"As do I" he kissed me roughly hitting my tongue back with his. I moaned at the back of my throat. "Maybe I don't have to shower" He said kissing down my neck.
"I don't think you have to shower" I whispered.
"I do" We heard Brendon say. Pete jumped off of me and rolled to the other side of the bed.
"How'd you get in?" Pete asked.
"I gave him a spare. Sorry Brendon and I have always had a rule where we get a spare key of the house the other is staying in" I explained. Pete looked at me with anger in his eyes.
"Next time a warning would be nice" He hissed.
"Watch yourself Wentz. Dominant or not I'll beat the shit out of you for fucking with my boy" Brendon snapped. They glared at each other. I felt extremely awkward while I watched this stare down. Pete and Brendon aren't too fond of each other. "If you hurt him I swear to god I'll-"
"You'll what? You and I both know I'm the stronger one. The smarter one" Pete stood up.
"I'll kill you. I swear it. If you break his heart I will kill you" Brendon stepped closer.
"I'm not gonna break his heart" Pete growled. They both stepped closer.
"Alright!" I yelled. Both of their head turned to mine "Good you're my best friends I can't live without either of you can't you just shut up and get along? Pete, you're marrying me. Brendon's going to be around a lot" Brendon smirked. I turned to face him now "Bren he's marrying me. I love him. You have to get along with him because he's going to be around a lot" now Pete smirked. I sighed loudly and grabbed my crutches. "You know what? I'm going out with Frank. You two get to spend the day together. I'll have Ryan come over and make sure one of you doesn't run off. Have fun" I smiled at them sarcastically and hobbled down the stairs. I had no idea if Frank wanted to or could go out but even if he couldn't I was leaving them alone.
•••••
To Ryro: Status report?
From Ryro: Ignoring each other and moping on the couch. Oh and Pete says he loves you. Bren says hey asshat.
To Ryro: Love you too n hey dickwad.
Frank and I wandered the mall until it got dark which is when I decided to head home and relieve the two assholes I call baby and best friend. Brendon and Pete were glaring at the TV with their arms crossed and Ryan was on the armchair looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh thank god!" Ryan yelled koala hugging me. I grabbed the doorway for support since I was on crutches. '"Patrick I love you to the moon and back but I am never babysitting these two assholes ever again. Brendons bad enough on his own but adding your asshole boyfriend and my asshole boyfriend together equals a very stressed, annoyed, and uncomfortable Ryan" Pete and Brendon glared at us. We both smiled awkwardly at them.
"Can we leave?" Brendon asked "I'd like to plan a wedding with my fiance"
"Yeah same" Pete mumbled crossing his arms. Ryan and I sighed.
"Fine" We said at the same time.
"I hate wedding plans" He grumbled.
"Dude same" I mumbled. Pete and Brendon looked at each other then shrugged. At least they agree on one thing. They're both completely and utterly obsessed with having the perfect wedding.
