Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Twenty Seven - The Fear Of Falling Apart

(Pete's Point Of View)

"Yeah you're right." I get up and hug him from behind burrying my head in his shoulder, "It still doesn't mean I love you with all my heart Patty Cakes." We just stand there in silence and Patrick's sobs has stopped.

Patrick has told me he cheated on me, with whom I don't know. Shouldn't I be mad at him? No I am not because I know that would just crush his little heart even more. If you knew Patrick Stump for almost your entire life you'll understand.

"Pete, let go of me." Patrick says angrily.

"Oh sorry babe...but you could've at leased-" He cuts me off.

"Don't call me babe. Ever!" Patrick exclaims turning around and faces me with the creepiest smile plastered on his face.

"Uh...Patrick? Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yes why?' He shakes his head and blinks rabidly. The smile fades instantly. His sobs coming back.

"Because you just told me not to call you babe ever again..."

"What did I tell you?"

"You seriously don't remember do you?"

"I would never say that to you. Why would I?" I just stare at him in cinfusion. What the hell?

"But...but..." Is all I can manage to get out.

Patrick is really worrying me. How can he not remember what the hell he just said? Also, that face and that voice was not his, well it was his, but it wasn't. I wonder if he used that voice and face to seduce whoever slept with him? I don't want to think about it at the moment.

"Pete?" I hear him gasp before I fall backwards and blackout.



I wake up in bed. What the hell? I sit up and find Patrick pacing back and forth. "Hey, babe. What the hell happened?" I say groggily.

His faces lights up, jumps ontop of me, "I'm glad you are okay! You fainted for some unknown reason." He kisses me rubbing his body against mine.

"Patrick I'm not in the mood to get intimate. Please."

Patrick gives me the deadliest look then in a split second his face is happy again, "I understand. Considering you just woke up from fainting."

"How long was I asleep?"

"Not long, just tw...two hours." He shakes his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. I just have...a headach? Yeah a headach." Patrick looks away getting off the bed.

"No, there is something bothering you. You can talk to me about anything Patrick. You know that."

"I don't want to!" He screams at the top of his lungs. I pull the sheets up to my face. What the hell? He is scaring the life out of me. This is definitely not him. He calms down backing away, "I-I'm sorry..." He runs out of the room.

Without thinking I follow him, "Patrick wait!" Since I am faster than him I tackle him, "Patrick, please tell me."

"Pete?"

"Tell me what's wrong." I get off of him and sit against the wall.

"Okay fine. It's just I can't get this feeling away from me, this feeling of love for the person I slept with. I can't control it, I have become a maniac." He loves someone else? Now that I can't deal with.

"Patrick...y-you don't love me anymore?" I inch my way from him.

"That is not what I said! I will always love you until the end...I said I can't get that feeling away for Them."

"You know how that fucking make me feels? I thought I was the only one you would love as your own. We are married for fuck sakes!" I yell.

Patrick confesses to me everything except who They are. He says that he is the one to basically forced Them to have sex with him so, They just gave in. Following with other times they had sex. How he felt the same feeling when he first did it with me and all the other times. Only it was more special and the feeling stronger.

I just sigh, "Well, at least you are honest."

"You don't have to worry about it. I know for a fact They won't feel the same back, but gooddamn I love Them anyway." Everytime he says love I am crumbling down more and more.

"Patrick..." Is all I can manage out with a single tear going down my face.

"Pete, I-I don't know what to do." He brings up his knees to his chest and cries. I was about to question him, but I realized what he meant.

I scoot over to Patrick and hug him, "Patrick, baby. Everything will be okay. I promise."

He buries his head in my chest and saying once again, "I am so sorry Pete."

"Don't be sorry for being honest. I love you." I whisper.

"I-I l-love y-you too." He stutters like he was hesitating to say it.

You don't have to worry about it. I know for a fact They won't feel the same back, but gooddamn I love Them anyway, those words stricking my heart over and over again.