Fall Out Boy Imagines

24. Patrick: Stupidly Drunk (pt. 2)

Written by Charlotte

Patrick's POV

(Y/N) and I managed to leave Joe's house the next morning without bumping into Brendon.

Everyone was still asleep when we left so we left a note.

We decided to get home and just snuggle on the sofa watching movies for the day.

(Y/N) fell asleep so I decided to text Brendon.

>hey...about last night

Urie: haha...um yeah...I thought you may have forgotten

>yeah...I haven't. It meant nothing ok?

Urie: yes, oh my god thank you...I'm so sorry

I locked my phone and fell asleep, knowing we were on the same page.

Three weeks later

I still hated Brendon for what he did, if he remembered doing it that must mean he knew what he was doing at the time... Thoughts filled my thoughts

Each time Brendon's name was mentioned it became harder for me to hide how much I hated hearing about him. (YN) was obviously suspicious and soon stated bringing Brendon up in conversation regularly, I don't blame her, she wanted to know what was going on with us, as I would if i were in her position.

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After the first show we played with Panic! Joe pulled me over, Panic! Was our support act but that didn't mean i could avoid Brendon. We were waiting backstage when Panic! Came off allowing us to go on. When I passed Brendon I tried not to make eye contact; this failed and we both looked guiltily into each other's eyes.

Joe noticed how suspiciously I'd been acting lately and decided to pull me over after the show.

He dragged me into his dressing room and locked the door.

"What's wrong Patrick?" Joe looked worried

I shook my head as if to say "nothing, honest." I couldn't say that because I knew it wasn't true, a shake of my head was all I could conger up.

"Come on, please?" Joe's eyes were wide

"Something happened, on New Years Eve" my voice cracked at the last part as tears begged me to let them free

Joe knew what I meant and also already knew that answer to his next question but wanted to be 100% certain, "w-who with?" He stuttered as if to ask me if it was ok to ask.

The thought of his name made me feel physically sick. If I spoke I didn't know what would come out of me. Tears, vomit, who knows. So I just shook my head.

"Please Patty" Joe encouraged

"B-Brendon"

I ran over to the bin in the corner of the room. Vomiting over some crisp packets and beer bottle

Joe ran over to me, not sure whether to come near to me or keep his distance

"Are you ok?" Joe asked

"Yeah, I'm, I'm alright" i lied

A silence fell

"No, no I'm not ok, I'm not ok at all." (I promise) The tears began to stream down my face as Joe helped me up and rubbed my back, leading me over to the sofa.

"Look, if you don't mine me asking, what happened that night?" Joe asked cautiously

All the sick had been expelled from my body, I couldn't escape the question

I just went for it. Telling Joe everything. I had nothing to hide, well I had everything to hide but needed to get it all out before i became a soggy, guilt covered biscuit.

Joe looked pitifully at me, but I didn't deserve his pity. I don't deserve a lot of things, and pity surely isn't one.

*to be continued*

(AN- requests are still open.)