Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Let me tell yall bout somethin cause i just wanna. Anyways. 10k reads is so damn hoe. Im not that proud of this story. It isnt that good but over the past year,, or a few months, I've realised that some people like it. I havent gotten any hate tbh. Anyway i wrote this since i was depressing and suicidal as hell and i was like why not write it into a story. This could help me a bunch. And I shipped peterick so yea, that happened. That's pretty much how this started.

The way i made Patrick feel in this is how I felt. But as you can tell (maybe), as we go, Patrick starts to feel better cause of his best friend/boyfriend, Pete. It shows that Im feeling much better cause of my friends (since i dont have a boyfriend kms) But yeah. I'm basically making this about how I've felt for awhile.

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Patrick's POV

5 years later

Some days are good, some days are bad. But that's pretty damn normal if you ask me. After all these years, me and Pete got married. Ever since the day he proposed to me, i was the happiest son of a bitch alive.

Flashback

"Pete! Im home." i smile widely. I just got home from a small café. I bought us drinks and that was also when we had our first date.

"Hello love." Pete smiled, giving me a light kiss before he held my hand. I looked in the kitchen, seeing a cute, small set up. I gasped, "aw! This is so cute." I smiled and i hugged him pretty tight. "Really? i spent awhile on this. Im pretty proud actually. Im glad you like it." Pete mumbled and he kissed my lips softly.

Pete walked to one of the sides, pulling the chair out so i could sit. I sat down, and adjusted the chair a little bit as Pete sat down in front of me. "This is beautiful." I say softly and he chuckled. "Like you, huh?" He grinned, "you're so cheesy." I laugh, running my hand through my blonde hair.

"Only for you, love."

After we ate which was a fun time, Pete excused himself to go to the bathroom.

After awhile, he came back with his hands behind his back and he had a wide smile on his lips while walking to me.

"Patrick." He says, and i turned to look at him. "You're the love of my life. Ever since we were teenagers, I've wanted to spend my life with you. I wanted to run away with you. God, you were all i wanted. You had a horrible time back then and I wanted to do nothing else but help you. I did the best I could, really. When we both started dating, you could tell how happy ive gotten, huh. I loved you back then, and I'll always love you til the day I die. My love, Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump, will you marry me?"

He got down on one knee, a beautiful ring in it and I was gonna faint. I was crying already and It was ugly.

Obviously, I said yes. And we were both the happiest men on earth.

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It was the best time of my life. Now, we got two kids, and we have many memories together. We've had our first time too! It was embarassing for me. I was shy and it was just a mess.

But everything did get better for me. As clichè as it gets, I'm doing good with the love of my life. Brendon was pretty much with Ryan. They were just,, loud. They didnt really give a shit either.

Anyways, I'm happy as hell and things do get better.

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Okay the ending can suck my ass but idk how to do it. Its pretty disappointing loll

But anyways !! That's the end of it. That's the end of Friend, Please.

Thanks to everyone who read and liked this. It gave me motivation to write more really. All the looooveee to you people