A way to remember [Brentrick]

7

After a while with watching some videos, Brendon leaned back and put the laptop away. He just knew more about his band now, but sadly he doesn't remember all the things by himself. A small sigh escaped his lips as he glanced to the clock on the wall. Until now he hadn't notice that Patrick weren't there or that he had said anything. He wanted to stand up and seek for him when suddenly the said person comes into his view, wearing a suit. "C'mon Bren, go and dress up in something nice for the party" Patrick said with a little smile on his face as he stopped in front of Brendon. The brunette was really confused. At first Patrick was totally against going to this party and now he simply decided to dress up and go? Something was wrong, that was sure.

But he stood up, put the laptop to the side and went to his room. Later he would ask why all out of sudden they went to this party; now he would dress up and play along, still happy that he could go.

Brendon opened the door of his wardrobe and looked around. There were a lot of suits. He picked the red one, hoped that this color wasn't too much. No one had actually told him what the party was about. It took a while until Brendon was done with dressing up. With a big smile he examined himself in the mirror. He looks perfect!

Slowly he walked down the stairs looked at Patrick who stood at the end of the stairs and smiled at him. It was the soft, warm smile from earlier, not this nervous or fake smile he had given him. "Finish?" the singer asked. Brendon nodded and went to the car.

There was a good reason for Patrick to take Brendon to the party. Mostly because he hoped that Brendon wouldn't remember it and that he wouldn't call Pete later. When they would be on the party and Pete would show up to talk to Brendon alone, he would simply drag Brendon away from Pete. Even when Pete was his best friend, sometimes he could be the biggest asshole on the world. Sure Pete was worried about Brendon and he could understand him for this, but that was still no reason to tell Brendon something he doesn't remember yet.

Patrick almost walked in Brendon as the brunette suddenly stopped. "Don't I need something for the party?" the younger one asked confused and turned around only to be meet with a chuckle from Patrick. "No, not at all. I have everything we need with us. The only thing you might need is.....I highly doubt you going to use it since you promised me to stay by my side and not going to disappear with some girls, right?"

Brendon needed a moment to think what Patrick meant until it hit him. A small blush was on his face as he lowered his gaze a little "Oh....eh yes. I won't. That would be strange when I fuck some random girls I don't know or remember"

Patrick laughed and patted Brendon's shoulder before he got into the car; followed by Brendon.

*

They probably had arrived much earlier when Patrick hadn't lost their way. "I told you to use the other way but you was so sure that it was this way!" Brendon murmured and sighed, leaned back into his seat. Patrick rolled his eyes and stopped in front of a house. "This is it. Please stay close to me and when someone makes you uncomfortable, tell me"

Patrick got out of the car and walked to the door. When he was about to ring, the door suddenly opened and a familiar face looked directly at the blond, a confused expression on his face. "'Trick? Didn't thought I would see you here. I thought you didn't want to come? Where's---Oh hey Brendon" Pete greeted them. Brendon had a smile stretched from ear to ear as he saw Pete. "Hey Pete!" The younger one shouted and walked towards him.

Pete moved to the side so that Brendon and Patrick could go inside.

Brendon tried to stay as close as possible to Patrick. Pete walked behind them, gave Patrick a sharp glance. "Brendon? Can I talk to you?" the black haired asked. Patrick froze for a moment. This wasn't good at all. Pete probably wanted to talk about everything and tell him about it, but Patrick wouldn't let this happen.

"Brendon, can you please get me something to drink? Now please" Patrick asked before he looked at Pete. Brendon hesitated for a moment, but somehow he knew that it was probably better to go now and let these two talk about whatever they needed to talk.

"What do you want from him Pete?" Patrick hissed. He was more nervous than angry. "Ya'know what I want to ask him" was the answer from the taller one.

Sometimes Patrick seriously could hate Pete for this. Sure Pete was simply worried about Brendon and only wanted the best for him, because he saw what Brendon got through, but it was better to tell Brendon some lies now before saying the full true.

"Please Pete, shut up and don't tell him about this. For once help me please!" Patrick mumbled, tried to keep his voice quiet enough so that only Pete could hear him. Pete raised an eyebrow and looked at his best friend for some minutes. "I just want to help ya. When I tell him about this in a different way, he might take it differently or do you want him to hate you?"

Patrick bit down on his lower lip and glanced to the ground. There was a 50 % chance that Brendon wouldn't talk to him after everything anymore. He wanted to believe Pete although he knew that it won't end well. It didn't end well after this too.

Pete wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Brendon. "Hey! I hope you like this drink Patrick!" he smiled and gave Patrick a glass with some green-limo-alcohol mixture in it.

"Talk to ya later Brendon" with these words Pete left the two alone