Fuck, Marry, Kill // {Petedon}

Hum Hallelujah

HELLO MY CHILDREN TIS I THE EGG BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH SOME SORT OF TRASH. THIS IS A SUPER COOL CO-PROJECT WITH MY FRIEND PANICVIBES WHERE WE EACH TAKE THE SAME OVERALL IDEA AND EACH WRITE A FIC AND SEE HOW THEY'RE DIFFERENT (it was my idea that probably why it's kinda stupid oops) ANYWAYS GO FOLLOW HER HER'S WILL PROBABLY BE BETTER THAN MINE

Ly all

-egg out

Today was the big day. Brendon was going to marry the beautiful Sarah Orzechowski and his life would finally sort it's way out. He wasn't going to end up alone, and this relationship wasn't going to crash and burn like one with a certain gay boy.

He nervously adjusted his bowtie and said to the mirror one more time, "I'm ready."

"For fucks sake Brendon," his best man, Pete Wentz, said looking up from his Twitter feed, "You'll be fine as long as you don't trip, cry, explode, throw up, scream, di-"

"Okay I fucking get it Pete."

"Great man, now get out there and get it over with. I want cake and then a post-cake fuck with Patrick."

Brendon felt an odd wrench in his stomach when Pete mentioned Patrick. He assured himself it was only because he was jealous about how crazy they were about each other. He and Sarah would be too here soon; he quickly assured himself of that too.

Brendon saluted and pulled Pete up.

"Well then come on cake boy let's get this over with."

Pete smiled at him before he leaned up (on his tippitoes because he's fucking short) to whisper in Brendons ear, "Your haircut looks ridiculous today by the way," before he dragged him off to the doors of the small church and ran to his spot up front. Thanks Pete, really.

Pete threw a wink at a certain strawberry-blond in the front pew before turning back to Brendon.

Brendon sighed, it was time to start the rest of his life.

***

An hour later and the party was in full swing. Brendon had found Pete immediately after the service and had slapped him for insulting his beautiful hair. The blond had then run off with Patrick, probably in search of sugar and alcohol, then sex. So naturally he was surprised to see Pete on the edge of the dance floor chatting with Patrick shyly. When Pete smiled softly down at the shorter man, something tugged in Brendon's gut again.

So like any normal human being would when trying to deny their jealousy, he grabbed his wife by the wrist and dragged her, laughing, onto the dance floor as a slow dance began. He wrapped his arms around her waist while her's snaked around his neck and began to slowly move around the dance floor together. At points throughout the song his eyes would flick over to the male couple swaying clumsily and giggling to each other on the other side of the floor. He tried to ignore his stupidity and focus on the beautiful woman in front of him. This woman was the rest of his life, so he needed to dedicate himself to her, and only her.

***

Meanwhile Pete was watching him too.

Patrick smiled up at his beautiful, but distracted, lover, "Petey?"

Pete couldn't help but smile back, he really did love Patrick.

"Do you think we'll be like that someday?" he asked softly.

Patrick leaned up and kissed him, "Aren't we already?"

Pete laughed softly, "Fair enough gorgeous."

The couple continued to sway and step on each other's feet.

"I love you Pat," Pete whispered into the smaller man's shoulder.

"I love you more, you dweeb."

"Forever?"

"Forever and for always Pete, nothing will ever get in the way."

***

Except hiatus, fuck hiatus.  

anyways I hope ya'll enjoyed it. truth be told I have no idea where this is going (whats new) so yeah anyways I'll see you sometime with an update (because everyone knows I'm great at that)