The Church Boys ➸ Peterick/Brentrick

4: The Blossoming Friendship of Homosapien Joe and Patrick

Patrick, actually, avoided his family as much as possible for the next few days, and went to Brendon's instead of his own home for helping him with his vocals. Sometimes, if he wasn't in his room, he'd either be found in a coffee shop or in the park, otherwise trying to be alone. Sometimes he'd sing, sometimes he'd just sit and think, and sometimes he'd let out emotions...he otherwise hid.

The show that they'd done wound up being okay. It wasn't Patrick's favorite by any means, but it was going to be next week that they got everyone's schedules fixed. They'd wound up just taking in the top two bassists and guitarists, just in case.

Currently, on the Thursday night, it was already getting dark outside. Patrick sat in the park underneath a lamp, doodling in his notebook. He'd given up on homework and had written some stuff but was now sketching aimlessly. When he returned home, it was just a matter of going upstairs and hiding out in his room. Nothing was honestly very appealing to him at that point in time.

He felt so weird about everything: nothing made any sense to him anymore. Patrick couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he knew that there was something off and it needed to be fixed. As soon as possible. He couldn't manage to go through another phase where nothing appealed to him at all. No, instead, he got a rather brilliant idea and bolted upright, shoving his things into his bag and heading off. 

Utterly silent as he made his way home, he called Brendon on his phone in the middle of the walk. It took a few rings before he answered. 

"Hey, thanks for getting me out of a really awkward dinner. What's up?"

"You have no desire to do anything regarding Jesus rock, right?"

"Hell no. What kind of question is that?"

"Considering you're practically my only friend, would you have any interest in starting a band with me?"

"You could have just called me and been like  'yo, you're in my band now' and I would still have said yes, you know."

"I didn't know!"

"Yeah, well, now you do. I know a couple of people, and half the guys in praise band don't like Jesus rock either. I have their numbers, I'll go on a recruiting spree."

"I don't even know what we're gonna do yet-"

"I know you like drums, but I call dibs. Besides, you can do your singing thing and play guitar."

Patrick paused, realizing he was at his front door. "Gotta go, text me later."

"No problem, little dude."

Entering his house quietly, Patrick made his way upstairs and into his room. Though his family was at the dinner table, they didn't seem to notice his escape into his den upstairs. Instead of doing anything productive, he found himself plugged into his amplifier without his headphones in and just playing. Mostly to annoy the people downstairs, but otherwise just for his own sanity's sake. 

Someone was on board with something he wanted to do for once, and that was enough.

-

Joe Trohman had a complicated relationship with Pete Wentz. Had they known each other forever? Yes. Had Joe liked him from recent years? Absolutely not. Then again, he'd never let his new friend know that he knew his overly-clingy boyfriend on a very personal level. Then again, if Pete was clingy, then maybe something really had changed. He also did deserve to get his heart broken by Mikey, karma worked like that.

He couldn't be bothered thinking about that right now, though.

Joe had gone to the local bookstore in hopes of coming up with some sort of revenge plot to help Mikey Way. Really, upon thinking of it, he had no idea why the hell he was risking his neck to him his new friend get at his boyfriend, but... Joe also wanted Pete to see that he wasn't the golden boy any more. Flicking through angsty teen novels looking for a good idea but coming up with nothing, he slammed the book back into the shelf and stepped back.