Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 13: sorry.

~Pete~
I woke up on the couch. "Hey. You ready?" Said Gerard. "Where we're going?" I asked. "A party" he said. "On a Saturday? Are we trying to get alcohol poisoning?" I asked sitting up. "Mikey's idea. And Patrick backed it" he said. "We never go to Saturday night parties. Why are we going?" I asked. "To have fun." He said. I got up and headed up stairs. "Hey, you're up" said Patrick waking up and giving me a kiss. "Yeah. And Saturday night party?" I asked. "Sounds fun" he said. "You know at these parties there's no back room" I said.

~Patrick~
We walked up to the house. It wasn't as many people as the last time. "Don't be fooled. It will be crazy" said Pete as we walked up to the door. When we entered the house, I was instantly met with the smell of booze. I hadn't drank much before. There was the first time, but the next time I was the responsible one. "Anyone want to do shots with us!" Screamed one of the people from the kitchen. Mikey had grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen. There was three people standing around the counter. "Patrick, know how to play?" Asked a girl with bleach white hair. "Not a clue" I asked. "It's called roulette. We spin the turn wheel, and you have to take whatever shot you get. There's six water, two beer, and one vodka. If you get water you're in. If you get beer beer in a row, you're out. And if you get vodka twice at all, your out. Got it?" She said. I nodded my head. We played, and I probably drank the most. I had a streak of beer, beer, water, beer, beer, water, beer, vodka, beer, water, water, beer, beer, water, beer, beer, vodka. It didn't take much to get me tipsy. I already felt loose. Not the way weed made me feel, but more uncontrollable. Not sustainable. Like a loose canon. There was flashing lights and music. Somehow, I found myself dancing in the living room. "Patrick, do you want a shot?" Asked Mikey. "Or we could do body shots!" Yelled Brendon. There was quite a few people in the living room. Everyone was screaming. I looked over and saw Pete taking off his shirt and laying down on the counter. They poured something into his belly button. I'm guessing alcohol. Pete licked his hand and rubbed it on his chest before he put some salt on. "I can't believe you talked me into this" said Pete before he put a lime in his mouth. We were taking body shots off Pete? Sign me up. I saw Mikey walk up to him. Was Mikey gonna take a body shot off of Pete? In front of me? No. "Hey mikes. Hate to break it to you, but this shot is mine" I said. "You're gonna take a body shot off Pete?" He asked. I didn't even respond. I sucked the alcohol out of Petes belly button, licking the salt off his chest, and locking my lips with his to get the lime in his mouth. He of course, moved the lime to the back of his mouth so I would have to kiss him deeper for it. "He did it hotter than you anyway babe" I heard Ray say. Probably to Mikey. My drunk mind quickly forgot that there was other people, continuing to kiss him. He grabbed me at the waist, pulling me on top of him. "Get a room!" Someone yelled. "Patrick. I think you're drunk." Said Pete. I pulled away from him. "I might have had a few drinks" I said. Before I knew it I was sitting on a couch next to Pete. The night started getting a bit blotchy. Bits and parts went missing. Hopefully someone would later fill me in on what had happened. "Patrick, we have a beer funnel" yelled Brendon. The world seemed to jump from one situation to the next. One moment I was under the beer funnel, the next I was making out with Pete, and before I knew it we were all running out the back door because the cops got called. I wasn't with them for the rest of the night, or next few days. I ended up at another house party. One from my old school. "Patrick is that you!" Yelled someone dragging me into the house. "Dude. Are you drunk?" Someone else asked. I tried my hardest to form words. "Veryryry" I said slurring the one word. I remember seeing them talking, but not hearing the words. Next thing I knew I was singing karaoke in the backyard. They had a pool. It was really deep. Twenty feet in one spot. "Patrick! I dare you to jump off the roof!" Said a guy I barely remember going to school with. "Only if you do it with me!" I yelled back. The next few hours was the shakiest. I remember my ankle being covered in plastic, and jumping off the roof. Watching the sun rise, then fleeing that house as well when the cops showed up. I somehow ended up at the bus station, in search of Pete. "Are you sure he's in Oregon?" The girl asked me as she handed me the bus ticket. "He always talks about wanting, to go, ya know. I mean, that's where the only place could he be?" I said trying to sound sober, failing miserably. "Maybe you should wait until you're sober" she said. Then it was pure blackout.

I woke up in a ditch. My head was pounding, and I felt like I was going to vomit. Correction, I did vomit. All the alcohol I thought I had drank the night before had came out in that ditch. I stumbled out of the ditch to the side of a free way. Cars going at what seemed to be a million miles an hour. I walked up the free way until I got to an off ramp. I seemed to be in a city but it wasn't Seattle. I saw a Starbucks and walked in. "Hey, what city is this?" I asked. "Portland Oregon?" Said the barista slightly confused. "Oregon? What day is it?" I asked. "It's 2:30 on a Monday" she said. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Where did this come from? It must have been at least 500. Probably more. "Do you have a phone I can use? I got a bit lost" I said. "Sure. Where you from kid?" She asked waving her arm, suggesting me to follow her. I followed her deep into the Starbucks what seemed to be a break room. I didn't know Starbucks had break rooms. "Seattle believe it or not" I said. A man walked in. "Hey, you're the guy who kicked my ass in poker last night" he said. "Me?" I asked. "Yeah. He walked away with over 1,000 bucks." He said. I started counting the cash. He was right. It was over a 1,000. Who was I going to call? I didn't know Petes number off the top of my head. I definitely couldn't call my parents. "Hey, do you have a bathroom?" I asked. "Yeah. Why?" The girl asked. It was too late. I ran to the closest garbage can and hurled my guts. Again. "Kid are you ok?" Asked the girl. "Never drinking that much again" I said. "Seattle right kid?" Asked the guy. "Yeah, why?" I asked taking a seat on the floor. "I'll give you a ride. My parents live up that way, and I might as well give them a visit." He said. They both helped me off the ground and into the guys car which was right on the street curb. "Thank you, uh, I never caught your name" I said. "Sarah. And it's no problem. I've been to some pretty crazy parties." She said. Soon we were driving off. "Hey do you want to use my cell? To ya know, call someone" he said. "Yeah" I said as he handed the phone to me. Who to call. I looked around and saw a phone number written on my arm. I typed it into the phone and hit call. "Hello?" Said someone on the other line. It sounded like Brendon. "Hey Brendon, it's Patrick" I said. "Patrick! Dude! Where are you! We've looked everywhere! Asked everyone!" He said. "Guys! It's Patrick!" I heard him yell. I could hear the chatter of the background and everyone running up. "I'm on my way home. I somehow got on a bus and ended up in Portland Oregon. This guy from Starbucks is giving me a ride home" I said. "Is it dallon?" Asked Brendon. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked. "Who's asking?" Asked the guy driving. "My friend Brendon" I said. "Urie?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. "Tell him it's dallon!" He yelled. "Yeah. It's dallon" I said. "Can't wait to see him. Hey, I'm going to hand the phone over to Pete" he said. There was some shuffling. I guessing Pete left the room. "I've been so worried about you Patrick" he said. "You have?" I asked. "Yes. We looked for you all day yesterday. You're so lucky school got shut down today. And that your parents car broke down. I've just been worried, ok? I've missed you" he said. I could feel the tears in my eyes. My throat started to tighten. Nope, that was because I needed to vomit again. "Dallon, can you pull over, I need to vomit" I said. He pulled over and I hurled the last of my guts out. "Baby, are you sick?" Asked Pete. "Yeah. A bit" I said.

~Pete~
Brendon handed me the phone and I rushed out of the room. "I've been worried about you Patrick" I said. To know he was ok. It was so worth it to write Brendon's number on his arm. "You have?" He asked. I was taken aback by the statement. Of course I was worried about him. " Yes. We looked for you all day yesterday. You're so lucky school got shut down today. And that your parents car broke down. I've just been worried, ok? I've missed you" I said. I could hear him sniffle slightly. "Dallon, can you pull over, I need to vomit" I heard him say. I heard the car pull over, and him vomit. "Baby, are you sick?" I said. "Yeah. A bit" he said. "I can't wait until you get back home. So I can take care of you." I said. "Pete. I'm so sorry" he said. "For what?" I asked. "Let's be honest. I fucked up. I'm being driven back to Seattle by some guy from Starbucks that Brendon just happens to know. I woke up in a ditch next to the free way, and I don't remember anything past 8:30 AM yesterday." He said. "Hey, Patrick. It's ok. Just promise me it'll never happen again" I said. I could hear his sniffles. "Are you crying?" I asked. I hated to see Patrick cry. It broke my heart. "No. Well, yes. But I don't want you to worry about it Petey. I'm fine" he said. "Ok. Where you guys at about?" I asked. "We just got into Washington." He said. "I can't wait to see you when you get back" I said. "My head really hurts Petey" he said. "Take a nap. You'll feel better. And drink plenty of liquids." I said. "Ok Petey. See you when I get back" he said before hanging up the phone. "Love you." I said into the dead phone line.

~Patrick~
"He your boyfriend?" Asked dallon. "No. Just a really good friend" I said. "Ok" he said with a sarcastic tone. "Can you turn down the music? I'm gonna try and take a nap" I said. He turned down the radio, and I laid back and fell into a unconscious sleep.

*a/n*
It is so hot I had to cut the legs off my skinny jeans. That's all. Okz. Bye!