That One // Peterick AU

Coming In Unannounced

Patrick

Well... That's the last of it. I thought to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Fuck..." I curse, taking my hat off to fan myself with it.

The room was getting stuffy from my heavy breathing and lack of ventilation. There was an air conditioner but I don't think I should touch that just yet. I might get an ear full from my new roommate who I haven't met yet. But I heard his name was Joe or something. Hopefully he's cool and all, maybe a music lover too? I'm always trash for some Bowie.

"Alright... Here we go." I tape a Rancid poster on my side of the room, right beside my bed. It'll make me feel more at home, maybe I won't get too homesick. This ain't no space camp.

The door slams open, revealing a guy that looked like Jesus Christ if he was a guitarist. "What the fuck!?" I exclaim, startled at the sudden intrusion. "Oh! What's up? The name's Joe Trohman. Call me Joe and- oh shit! You listen to rancid!? I think we're gonna be best friends." Joe smiles at me drowsily, causing me to just smile back awkwardly in return.

Well, one thing we know is that Joe's chill. And I like that.

"Alright, so here's the thing. You can open that window of it gets hot but close it before seven, damn thirsty kids are always throwing pebbles and I don't wanna clean it up. The school hottie Jenny lives next door so they think our room is hers, so close it, alright? Oh, turn on the air conditioner any time you want. Just make sure you turn it off when you leave. Also, no homophobia in this room." Joe had a long set of rules and the 'no homophobia' thing kinda made me happy.

"You got it, Joe. My name's Patrick Stump, by the way. Awesome having you as a roommate-" I was cut off by him speaking again "Also stay away from the kid who looks like he does cross fit, he's mine... Well... He just doesn't know yet. But he's kinda my guy." Joe snickers, "Got it." I nod, understanding it perfectly.

"Give me your schedule." He demands, sticking his hand out. I shuffle through my bag, grabbing the piece of paper to hand it to Joe. He looks through it throughly and smiles, "We have the same classes for the whole day, how about that?" Joe was pretty happy about it, and it made me happy too. "That's good." I comment

The bell rings, indicating that the students were to head to their first class. "Come on, I'll lead you to your classes. Just so you know, I'm not one of the spoiled rich kids. Sure, I'm fortunate but... I like living low, you know? I'd rather chill with charity people than kids who get pissed for getting the wrong color of their new iPhone." Joe says, stuffing his hands into his black jean's pockets. "You are one chill guy. I'm just a kid who got a good scholarship." I say, making him shrug. "You're pretty cool yourself, come on, it's just around the corner."

We head off to class, it was pretty boring. The teacher looked like they were about to pass out and no one was even paying attention. They were either in their phones, flirting with each other, or doodling. But one guy caught my eye. He fits the exact definition Joe gave me back at our dorm. Also, Joe was ogling him, probably stripping him already.

"Joe, come on. You've been eye-fucking that kid since class started. Let's go." I tug at his shirt, trying to pull him off his seat, "Yeah? That's nice. Five more minutes, mom." He sighs dreamily, causing me to roll my eyes. Can't he just talk to him already? They look cute together! If... Mr.Straight Edge was into guys anyway.

"Ugh, I'm gonna leave you be- oh! See? There he goes!" I exclaim, pointing out that Mr.Straight Edge was leaving. Joe snaps out of his daydream and gets up, "Alright, let's go!" Joe began marching his way out of the classroom with me tagging along with a pen in my hand. I couldn't place it in my pencil case when the bell rung, but that's alright.

I followed along, chatting with him until I bumped into someone. For some reason, it caused Joe to gasp and a flicker of fear run through his eyes. I looked at the person I bumped into and let's just say he's attractive.

"I- I am so sorry!" I get up, holding out my hand for the guy the grab. He slapped it away harshly, "Ugh... Who the fuck-" he looks at me angrily but his expression softened rather quickly. I swear, I saw forgiveness in this guy's silence. "Watch where you're going next time. Don't want to fall out of the window now, do we?" He huffs, getting up to begin walking away.

Rude much? I thought, snarling at him when he left. I turned to look at Joe who was eyeing me like I killed a man right before his eyes. "Dude... Do you know who you just bumped into!? That was Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the-motherfucking-third!" He exclaimed loudly, but not loud enough for any faculty staff to hear.

"So what? Is that guy some kind of King?" I ask, and he just laughed at me like I was crazy "He's the principal's son! The son! Do you know what it means!? He can get you expelled! I didn't know what you did but- but- he didn't beat you up! Usually anyone who would get in his way would get an ass-beating later but you, you are special. He just let you slide." Joe nods at me like a proud father, seeing his son win a soccer game. "Come on, better not get on that guy's bad side." He warns, dragging me off to class.

Does this day get any better? I thought to myself as we walk into English class. Well, it I guess English isn't that bad.

Joe and I sat down beside each other, completely ignored by the surrounding students. It's not like we were the most eye-catching students in here. Actually, it was the Peter guy. He was surrounded by some tall guys, girls who obliviously wore too much makeup (in school too), and some kids who were wearing eyeliner like they wanted to be a raccoon.

"-Trick! Patrick! Hey! Earth to Patrick Stump?" Joe snaps me out of my trance, causing me to get a little dizzy from my sudden movements. "I- I'm sorry, you were saying?" I look at him in a sorry manner, as if he told me something important. "I said, do you have a thing for Pete?" He asked, causing me to squint in disbelief. "No? At least I don't think so..." I was really unsure. I mean, he's hot and all but he has an attitude problem.

"You shouldn't have a thing for him, man. He's not homophobic but he's an ass most of the time. I wouldn't call him a bully but... I think he has anger management issues. He isn't that violent, in fact, he's handling annoying people pretty well." Joe looked over at Pete, causing Pete to make eye contact with Joe for solid five seconds before he went back to chatting with his friends.

"Alright, I got you. He's pretty scary anyway." I shrug, looking over at him, but quickly looking back at Joe so we wouldn't have that awkward eye contact. "Oh, yeah, sit by a dude with a big-ass forehead at lunch if I take too long at the line. His name's Brendon Urie. Don't worry, he's actually really cool. Just.. A bit loud." Joe snaps his fingers before pointing it at me like a gun.

Ten minutes passed and the teacher enters the classroom just in time. Class began and time was too slow. But the day just went on with me and Joe chatting about our favourite bands until it was lunch. I got separated from him due to the sea of students in the cafeteria but I think I saw the Brendon guy Joe was talking about. So I made my way over to him.