Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Fourteen - Where Did The Party Go?

(Pete's Point Of View)

It's official, Pete and I are getting married! I mean, Patrick and I. If I married myself that would be weird. Anyway, I am truly happy, I was happy before, but not like this.

We made Brendon well actually Brendon made us make him organize it and everything. That's a bad idea you say? Well not really to be honest, he's taking great care of it. He already has the date, the place and our tuxedos set. He literally did all of it in one day, the very next day of the proposal. Brendon I swear, he takes everything to heart. It may not seem like he does, but he does.

Patrick and I finally settled the divorce with his wife. Since he can't live at his own house anymore, he is living with Joe right now. He says he doesn't want to move in with me because he wants us to be married first. Also, he doesn't want to have sex yet either. That man and his morals, God I love him. By the way, he didn't even do it with his wife so that makes me lucky number one, but there is seriously more to a relationship than just sex. Which I am not going into.

Patrick and I are cuddling while watching T.V. and I get a phone call, Brendon shows on the caller ID. I answer, "Yes?"

"Hey Mr.Stump," he giggles, "I was wondering if I can borrow your Husband for the night?"

"For what?"

"Can't tell you. It's a secret."

"Then why did you call me instead of him?"

"Because I wanted to call you." Brendon chuckles, "actually it's just that the Bachelor's party is tonight. Short notice I know."

"Wait, why can't I go?"

"You already had yours, remember? Last weekend?"

"Oh, yeah I forgot."

"It was lame, no one got drunk. Just kidding."

"Yeah I admit it, it was."

"Well see you later when I pick your fiancé up."

"See ya." I hang up.

"Who was that? Well I know it was, Brendon, but what did he want?" He looks up from my chest into my eyes.

"Your Bachelors party is tonight. So, you have a little amount of time to get ready and I will help you." I smile.

The next few hours Patrick gets ready with my help, which mostly consists of making-out. He look in the mirror after he is completely ready, he is wearing wearing a tuxedo. Patrick sighs at the sight of himself, "I look like an idiot." He claims.

"No you don't, you look handsome." I say kissing him putting his Fedora on his head.

Patrick smiles, "Thanks."

Brendon lets himself in and sings, "Hello lover birds! I'm here to make you night better! Well no wait, I mean just one of you!" He puts his arms around both of us smiling, "You ready Patrick?"

"Ye-" He cuts me off.

"Good." He grabs Patrick's hand and drags out of the house, "I'll bring your love bird back, I promise." With that they leave to go to the party.

Five hours later there is a knock on the door waking me up. I answer it and find Brendon holding onto Patrick. Damn he's wasted.

"What the hell?" I get out of the way so Brendon can come in with Patrick.

"Well first of all he's wasted and second of all," he sets him down on the couch, "Patrick well...I don't even know to be honest. Well goodnight." Brendon says suspiciously and then leaves There's something up.

I put a blanket over Patrick and head for the room, but he grabs onto my arm, "P-peete? Ez thatz yous?" He slurrs.

"Yes why?"

"Because, I have to tell you somfin'."

"What is it Patrick?" He stands up as I ask that.

"I loves you."

"Love you to." He lays back down on the couch and passes out instantly. I smile, roll my eyes and goes to bed.

(Patrick's Point Of View)

"See ya." Pete hangs up.

"Who was that? Well I know who it was, Brendon, but what did he want?" I look up from his chest into his eyes.

"Your Bachelors party is tonight. So, you have a little amount of time to get ready and I will help you." Pete smiles at me.

The next few hours I get ready with Pete's help, which mostly consists of making-out. I look in the mirror after I am completely ready, I am wearing a tuxedo. I sigh at the sight, "I look like an idiot." I claim.

"No you don't, you look handsome." Pete says kissing me putting my Fedora on my head.

I smile, "Thanks."

Brendon lets himself in and sings, "Hello lover birds! I'm here to make you night better! Well no wait, I mean just one of you!" He puts his arms around both of us smiling, "You ready Patrick?"

"Ye-" He cuts me off.

"Good." He grabs my hand and electricity goes from my hand up my arm, "I'll bring your love bird back, I promise." With that we leave to go to the party.

The party is lame, until I start drinking which I promised myself I was not going to, but I give into the temptation. I pour a glass of whiskey, drink is really quickly. Then, I pour glass after glass after glass. By the tenth round, I am already drunk. The night is a blurr.

I get onto the table, throws my jacket and shouts, "Hey! I hafe anannouncement! I lofe Pete!" I laugh falling off the table. Luckily Brendon was right there to catch me, he catches me bridal style. He was still sober surprisingly, maybe he has to take me home, "Hell-o Brendoo." I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Hi Patrick." He laughs.

"I lofe youz."

"I love you too bro." He rolls his eyes.

"Okay." I smile and without thinking I kiss him for the second time of my life. We continue to kiss for five more minutes. Then again...I might just imagining things consiering I am drunk.

"Okay I definetly need to get you home, you are to drunk."

"Aw, but I was hafing to mush fun babe."

"I don't care, you are going home and I am not your babe."

"You know, I have always lofed you Brendiepoo." I am petting the hair on top of his head. He sets me into the car then he goes around to the other side and gets in.

He starts the car and we leave for where ever. I can't help, but look at his crotch which is straight up at the moment, "Uh Patrick? Are you alright? You have been staring at my crotch for ten minutes now."

"Yes I know. It's very nice by the way." I look up at his face which is full of red.

He looks down then back at the road, "Uh, yeah. There was this girl at the party that, uh, kind of uh..." He trails off. He thinks all because I am drunk he thinks he can trick me.

"There were no g-girlsh there Brendiepoo. Plus youz have Sally."

"Oh uh, a girl walking down the street? And her name is Sarah not Sally."

"No, I think," I trail my fingers from me onto his thigh, "when I kissthed you, youz got hard."

"Uh...um...no I didn't." He's shaking now, "We're here." He quickly gets out and goes around to the other side and pulls me out and carries me bridal style to the door knocking on it. "You has purtty eyes Brendiepoo."

After awhile Pete answers it, "What the hell?" He gets out of the way so Brendon can come in with me.

"Well first of all he's wasted and second of all," he sets me down on the couch, "Patrick well...I don't even know to be honest. Well goodnight." He leaves.

Pete puts a blanket over me and head for the room, but I grab onto his arm, "P-peete? Is that yous?"

"Yes why?"

"Because, I has to tell you somfin'."

"What is it Patrick?" I stand up as Pete asks that.

"I lofes you."

"Love you to." He says before going back to bed. I lay back down on the couch and fall asleep instantly.