Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Twenty Nine - Death Valley

(Patrick's Point Of View)

So apparently I am doing a stupid video "naked" to Death Valley. Why? I don't know. I just know it's going to be like D'Angelo's Untitled and Brendon's Girls/Girls/Boys. First of all I don't have the body at all to do it. Second, people will look down on me like I'm a whore or something. Three...that's all I have.

Brendon...I wonder how he is doing. We haven't said a word to each other for a long while now. It's worrying me even though I shouldn't be. I don't want to think about it right now.

My thoughts get interrupted by Pete opening my door so I can get out. I get out with Pete, Andy and Joe surrounding me just in case I make a run for it. Which isn't a bad idea if they weren't so close.

We get inside and is introduced by the director, "Hi I'm Mike." He shakes each of our hands we introduce ourselves back. He looks me over biting the tip of his pen sexually, "You must be Patrick Stump?"

"Uh, yeah." Well no duh, I just said my name two seconds ago.

"Let me see."

"Let you see what?" I ask confused.

"You know what I'm talking about." I look over at Pete for help who is giving the worst glare at Mike, I don't blame him.

"I don't sorry."

"I guess I'll have to do it for you." Mike pulls me toward him, being bigger than me of course, taking my glasses off, my fedora. Now I know what he means.

I step away, "Okay I get it." I untuck my blue and white shirt from my black skinny jeans, I unbutton it and take it off.

"Your pants to."

"Uh, yeah. I don't think I'll be doing that..."

"Do it! Manager's orders." He says desperately.

I look back at Andy, Joe and Pete. They seemed to get the message because they turned their back to me.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

I sigh and take my shoes off along with my pants and my boxers covering myself with my hands. Someone of the crew took my clothes and put them somewhere.

"Good boy. Now step over there." He points to the set, "step on the X." I do his commands. "Uncover yourself. I highly doubt you are just going to stand there."

"Uh...I uh..." I look over at Pete and he comes over to me.

"Patrick it will be okay." He whispers, "Just imagine I am the only one here," he slides his hand taking my hands' place and thrusts. "After this maybe you and I can...you know." At this point I feel myself grow harder than ever, damn you Pete. He lets go, "You will do fine." He leaves.

I don't even bother to cover anymore, but there are a few gasps here and there once they see I am exposed. Someone says loud enough I can hear, a guy says, "Patrick has the nicest cock. I would have never expected that from him. I would do nasty things." Okay now I am annoyed. Besides why do I even have to be completely naked?

"Turn around Stump. Get it? Stump?"

"Yes I do..." I turn around and with that we start.

Throughout the whole thing I am doing the most sexual movements in the simplest ways. Considering I am horny as heck. We film the video a few times more after I am not so stiff and more flexible and more comfortable.

"Okay that's a wrap!" Mike exclaims. Thank God.

"Okay where's my clothes now?" I ask as I walk over to him. Walking is even more awkward than just standing. Your boy flaps everywhere with every step.

"Your clothes? Oh yeah!" He is staring at me. He snaps his fingers and one of the crew members hands me my clothes. I put them on as quickly as I can. I put my fedora and glasses on and run out the door pushing the guys with me.

"One more second in there and I would've tore Mike's head off!" I exclaim.

"Why?" Andy asks.

"He is a creep. Nothing more to say there." I get in the car along with everyone else.



The next day it was already posted.

"Hey guys! It's up!" I exclaim a little to excited.

"It is?" They come running to the front lounge of the tour bus and position themselves anywhere the can see.

I sigh and play it. Half way through and I can't watch anymore, but I am just drawn to it. It finishes and all I can say is damn. The guys just laugh there heads off.

I get a call and take my phone out of my pocket and see Brendon's name pop up. "I have to take this," I get up and walk to the back, "Hello?" I answer.

"Patrick ba-" he cuts himself off, "Dude! Your video is everywhere and so far it's just good comments...so far. By the way it's hot." I can hear him giggle, "Saving rock and roll bitch!"

"Brendon, does it really take for a video of me naked, yes I was actually naked. For you to call me?"

"You were actually naked?" He laughs loudly.

"Yup. The whole thing was manager's orders. But seriously?"

"Hey, don't blame it one me. I felt like you were mad at me okay? Why don't you just forgive me?"

"I felt the same. Sorry as well."

"But I do have to clarify this, were you making fun of me?"

"No I would never do that. Why?"

"Just wondering." There is a moment of silence before he sighs and speaks again "Sarah divorced me."

"I am so sorry Brendon it's all my fucking fault! I can't..." I break down in tears.

"Patrick calm down. Please? I didn't love her anymore anyways. For a long time."

"You can't be serious." I calm down a little.

"No I am. There is someone else that I wanted for awhile now, but I can't have them anyways."

"Oh well...I am still sorry for-" Brendon cuts me off.

"Patrick I love you." Brendon says. My heart drops at this.

"R-Really...?" I ask a little to excited. Why the hell am I excited?

"Yes. It's not the sex talking either. I always have. I didn't realize I did until you and Pete got together, I got envious. It sounds selfish I know, but I couldn't keep it in anymore. It's to late whatever. I still taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you." He explains.

"I-I love you to Brendon. I seriously mean it. I want to be with you so badly. My love for you is a fucking drag, but I need it so bad. I can't just leave Pete though." I confess.

"I understand," I hear a smile in his voice, "but if you change you're mind you know where to find me. Love you." Brendon hangs up.