Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Thirteen - Would You Believe Me If I Said I'm In Love?

(Patrick's Point Of View)

Pete and I have been officially together for six months and I want to propose to him. Is that wrong of me to? I am just so happy with him, the most I have ever been in my entire life. Everything about Pete is perfect. I want to cuddle and love him until I die.

I have finally decided to propose to him at the end of tonight's show. The last show of the tour. I already told Brendon and of course he got all teary like he knows how. I haven't told anyone except him and I told him not to tell anyone, hopefully he hasn't. I am so nervous, what if he says no? Or makes fun of me? Or I screw it up? Or...or...I don't know. I am just hoping all goes well tonight after the show. Right now, I am just waiting for Panic! to end so we can go on.

I am pacing around the dressingroom and Joe asks, "Why are you so nervous? We have been doing this for ten years Patrick."

"Tonight is different." I reply.

"Um, okay?" He gives me a confused look. He obviously doesn't know. Good.

I pace for another thirty minutes, Panic! finally ending, but I just get even more nervous. We take our places on stage, starting with Thriller and ending with Saturday of course. I sing my heart out the entire concert. I hope my anxiety didn't show even if it did, they would just think it was me being me.

"Goodnight!" Pete yells into the microphone and we walk off stage.

"Wait, wait." Brendon says while pushing us back on stage, the crowd goes crazy, "The show isn't over yet. Patrick still has an important announcement to make." He looks at me with a positive and certain face. He pulls me close to him and whispers into my ear, "Everything will be okay, trust me." That gives me more hope I look at him and smile, he returns the smile.

I turn to Pete exclaiming into the microphone, "Pete, I have been holding this in for awhile now..."


(Pete's Point Of View)

We take our places on stage. Panic! just ended. We start with Thriller and ending with of course, Saturday. Patrick sings his little heart out the entire concert like he always does, but he seems more anxious than usual.

"Goodnight!" I yell into the microphone and we walk off stage.

"Wait, wait." Brendon says while pushing us back on stage, the crowd goes crazy, "The show isn't over yet. Patrick still has an important announcement to make." He pulls Patrick close to him and whispers into his ear that I cannot hear. Patrick looks back at Brendon and they smile at each other.

Patrick turns to me exclaiming into the microphone, "Pete, I have been holding this in for awhile now." He gets down on one knee, Brendon handing him a small black velvet box. Patrick opens it revealing a ring, "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, will you marry me?" My heart skips a beat and tears are already rolling down my face.

I tackle him and I lay ontop of him, "Yes." I kiss him. The whole arena fills with 'aws', 'I knew Peterick was real' and 'how romantic'. This is definitely the happiest day of my life. I get off of him and grab his hand and help him up.

He embraces me in a tight hug, lets go of me, grabs my hand and slips the ring on my finger. I wrap my arms around his waist, he wraps his arms around my neck.

"I love you." He says.

"Ditto." I say kissing him. We walk off stage hand in hand.

Brendon breaks our bonding hands and puts an arm around each of us,we laugh "So, when's the wedding?"

"We don't know yet. As long as we are getting married, I don't care." I answer.

"Well I better be the best man," he teases then takes his arms off around us, slapping both of our asses and runs onto their tour bus. We walk onto ours.