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Merry Christmas From A Pair Of Blue Eyes

Three cheers for procrastination, having your heart FUCKING DESTROYED BY MCRX, trying to start other fanfics, lack of inspiration, and just wanting to read and be lazy all day. BUT LOOK OMFG KATRINA UPDATED YAAAAAAAAY!

   Nothing happened at home other than a lot of cuddling and *cough, couch* adult activities. And of course coffee drinking, you caffeine addicts adore the cold seasons, it's perfect for coffee.

   Soon it was December!

   Christmas! CHRISTMAS!

   SERIOUSLY THOUGH CHRISTMAS WAS COMING!

   Brendon decided to express this to you by decorating the entire house inside and out while you were asleep.

   Santa be damned, there were a lot of decorations. It was beautiful, everywhere you looked was a bad Christmas pun, a string of tinsel, a stocking, or some other festive items. The real reason he was the best boyfriend ever?

   He made you warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.

   Not with milk.

   NO MILK.

   *cough* moving on.

   You and your friends hung out all the time, mostly watching movies and going Christmas shopping. You and Brendon would sometimes triple date with your other friends, who coincidentally are dating 75% of Panic! At The Disco.

   Everything was going absolutely amazing! The house was decorated, you were getting your Christmas shopping done, and you had the best boyfriend in the world.

   Now the cosmic universe could just not have something so perfect!

Time goes by fast, and soon it was only a week until Christmas.

That was when you had gone to buy stuff to make more Christmas cookies, and Brendon was preheating the oven and making hot chocolate. You came home with bags of cookie dough, icing, and decorations. You unlocked the door and opened it with your heel, humming Hallelujah while you walked to the counter to kiss Brendon.

You dropped your bags.

Someone was already doing that for you.

Someone named Sarah.

Brendon pushed Sarah off of him and sent you a horrified glance, running over to you as fast as he could. Tears were welling in your eyes and you couldn't breathe.

No, he wouldn't do this! Not Brendon! Not my Brendon!

But he isn't my Brendon.

He's her Brendon.

He always was.

You couldn't breathe, and for that matter you didn't want to. You wanted to die.

Brendon put a warm hand on your shoulder, but you jerked away yelling "don't touch me."

You ran to you-his room and packed your galaxy backpack with a hoodie, your wallet, your laptop, and your cellphone before running out the door, Brendon desperately pleading something you didn't hear the entire time.

You just left.

You ran away from him.

You didn't know where you were going or where you were, you were just running through the snowy streets.

Running away from it all.

Running away from the past.

You're dead and broken family, your literal and metaphorical scars, and most why-does-this-have-to-be-real-ishly, Brendon.

For once in the past year you needed to stop thinking about Brendon.

I need something to distra-

While tears streamed down your burning cheeks and you ran blindly down the sidewalk, you bumped into a stranger, causing both of you to fall into the freezing snow banks.

You wiped your eyes and tried your best to get up, pulling your coat around you tighter "oh my gosh! I'm so so sorry umm, are you okay!?"

Then your heart stopped.

Your eyes were met with an angelic Crystal blue pair that were the same shade as the sky, with bright white flecks throughout. They were wide and slightly sad.

"I'm the one that should be asking that! You look like you've run a marathon crying!" the man had thick framed black glasses and his clothes basically defined sweater paws. He had red hair that peeked out from under his fedora. He was adorable, and not to mention small. He was extremely short and rather skinny. He handed you a tissue which he pulled from his own backpack with a look that was a mixture of pity and concern. You sniffled and shook your head, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I-I just caught my boyfriend cheating..." you muttered. His expression changed to one of empathy and depression "Hey, I just caught my boyfriend cheating yesterday. I know it feels horrible, and it certainly does wonders for your self esteem, but it's his loss! Especially with someone as beautiful as you!" You blushed slightly and managed a weak smile as you said "I'm y/n."

He gave back his best heart-broken smile and giggled "I'm Patrick, and you look like you need some hot chocolate and a cookie."

Right now you weren't one to argue, even if he was just a kind stranger. He put a warm hand on your shoulder and sent you a cheerful, assuring smile.

This time you didn't pull away.

He led you to a cozy coffee shop near your father's old house.

This was the coffee shop you met Brendon at.

At first it hurt a lot, a wave of heartache washed over you as you entered.

Then you had another look at those misty blue eyes and that bright, white, wide smile and it all melted away.

Now you could make new memories.

Patrick ordered you a chocolate chip cookie and a hot chocolate with another hot chocolate and cookie for himself. He took your order and you sat in a booth by the window so you could watch the snow fall.

"So," Patrick said, sipping his hot chocolate "what's your story?"

That was all you had to hear to open up and just tell him everything.

All the heartache, your mother's early death, your father's abuse, having to work from a young age to survive, your father's death, meeting Brendon, falling in love with Brendon, and having your heart shattered by Brendon.

You just laid out your life for a complete stranger to see.

He listened intently the entire time, nodding and sipping his hot chocolate, occasionally taking bites of his cookie.

"That's just horrible!" he frowned "I guess we aren't that different though."

"How so?" you asked.

Patrick then told you his life story.

Growing up Mormon, how his parents disowned him when he told them he was bi, how he met Pete trying to make it in the music industry, how they instantly became best friends, how he fell in love with him, how he broke his heart.

He just laid out his life for a complete stranger.

Now you weren't strangers.

You were virtually best friends, bonded over heartache.

When you told him you had no Place to stay, he insisted you stayed at his apartment. And despite trying to refuse, you eventually gave in. Over about a week of watching movies and talking and playing video games at his apartment you became best friends.

You changed your phone number and all of your social media information, blocking Brendon from any contact at all.

You still needed a distraction.

You found the perfect one in the form of Patrick Stump.