Pete's POV
We get to my car after cuddling under the blanket for a good while, it's all dark and most of the candles have gone out. We pick up the stuff in a comfortable silence and throw them to my car's trunk. I play a gentleman, and open Patrick's door, he giggles and sits in. I sit to my place, and start driving.
-Hey, thank you for this day, I had so much fun" I say quietly, and he smiles sleepily
-Mmm... Thanks Pete" he mumbles quietly and continues after a while of silence
-For today, I mean, I can't even describe how much it means to me that you bothered to do something for me." It feels really good for someone to say something so nice to me, and I feel kinda light inside.
-I'd do anything for you, just for you to know" I mutter softly, but he's already fallen asleep, so he can't hear it. Somehow it just feels like he'd heard it afterall, and I smile a little.
I decide to drive straight to my place, I'm sure Patrick will not mind. I stop the car and bump him a little and mutter warmly:
-Time for you to wake up, Fedora cupcake" I just thought about cupcakes and saw the fedora fallen off his head, I like to make up nicknames to people. And of course they have to describe tje person, and with some really weird way Patrick kinda reminds me of a cupcake, fluffy and causes happiness.
He wakes up slowly, confusedly muttering. I wait him for few minutes and then decide to take action. I open his door, put the fedora on his lap. Gently I lift him out of the car bridal style, he's shorter than me so it's not that hard.
I'm praying in my mind that Bren's stayed at my place, there's no way I'll get the door opened with no hands used, they are now in an use for a better purpose. I ring the doorbell, and hear rambling and quiet swearing. Great, Brendon hasn't left. He opens the door looking really annoyed, until he sees sleeping Patrick in my lap. I just nod him to be quiet and make a quick walk to my bedroom.
I set Patrick to my bed and go for a change of clothes, kinda dizzy for everything happened today. My thoughts slip into my dad again, and my mood goes down swinging like a freaking wrecking ball.
I curl up next to Patrick wrapping my other arm around him, causing him to let out something really weird, barely regocnisable(HOW ON EARTH IS THAT SPELLED), but words:
-I... Pete... Love... You..." I listen to his quiet stumbling over few more words, his expression changes from relaxed, almost smiling face quickly to slightly furrowed eyebrows and a little pout.
-No... Stop, I... Not sick... Help... HELP" He starts screaming and wakes up, still screaming for help. I jolt up and hug his pinned body, and start humming trying to calm him down the little song I'd wrote a little earlier just for him, meant like a promise maybe:
-I've got troubles and a self-esteem to match... What a catch..." He slowly starts to calm down and stops screaming. His body starts relaxing, just to start shaking amongst loud crying and sobbing.
-I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to, I DIDN'T MEAN TO I'M SO SORRY..."
-Shh... Everything is okay, it's fine, nobody's going to hurt you, don't worry... Shh, calm down, I'm here to protect you Patrick, shh..." I whisper soothingly in order to calm him down even a little. It starts working after a while, his cries start to slow down and get more quiet one by one, and suddenly he whispers weakly, voice shaking, still filled with so much pain I can almost feel it physically:
-Okay... Really?" I rest my head on his now steady shoulder, and nod barely noticeably:
-Really. Now let's go back to sleep."
-Okey" He lays down next to me, and after a while he whispers:
-Co-could you hold m-me? I'm st-still kinda scared..." As an answer I wrap my arm around him pulling him close to me, and start humming, trying to get him sleep. I hum another song I'd wrote one day:
-Have you ever wanted to disappear...Join the ministery... When I wake up next to a stranger... Before we exhange smoke rings, gimme a pen call me Mr. Benzedrine, but don't let the doctor in... I wanna blow off steam" it seems to work, and he drifts into a now peaceful sleep. Again, just before I fall asleep as well, I mumble:
-Okay, as a correction, I think I love you, Patrick Stump. A lot.
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(A/N) Okay I'm so sorry for my writing being so shitty, I can't even believe how there's still like 5 people actively reading this. Okay this is again really depressing chapter, but I try to bring it up at some point~ Love ya!
~Pluto out x3
