Don't Come Home For Christmas (Fall Out Boy Peterick Fanfiction)

Chapter Five - I'm sorry

P.O.V Patrick

What Brendon and Sarah said stuck in my head. I just need to be honest. I need to tell Elisa I've been cheating. Whatever she decides to do about it is her choice, and I'll just go with it. Yeah, I'll just go with it. But as soon as I drove into my driveway I knew I had to do it. Pete will be waiting for my reply. He's texted a few times now. I walked into our living room where Elisa was sitting on her phone again. "Hey sweetie." I smiled sympathetically, I really didn't have the heart to do anything else. I sat down beside her. "Elisa, there's something I need to tell you." She got closer to me and put her hands on my legs. "Can it wait babe?" 

"N-no." Elisa didn't listen to me, she just went for it. I couldn't help but kiss her back, I didn't want to kiss her. I need to tell her to stop. "Elisa-" But she kept kissing me, very persistent. "Shh, tell me later." 

P.O.V Pete

It's been awhile since Patrick went to break up with Elisa. I'm actually getting worried. I've texted him loads of times and he won't pick up his phone either. I guess I could go round, to see if he's okay. Maybe he hasn't done it yet? That's insane Patrick was the one who asked me out. I decided to end my curiosity by just dropping by. I can't stay here while Meagan's still here anyway, it''s weird. She hasn't got anywhere to go. "Hey uh, I'll be out tonight. You're free to stay." She didn't even look at me. Whatever I've got Patrick. I left for Patrick's house, not really knowing what's happened. I'm overreacting he's fine, he's done it. I'm sure his phone died or whatever.. After about ten minutes I got out of my car and opened his door.

I really, really wish I'd knocked. 

P.O.V Patrick 

In the struggle of trying to get Elisa off me she actually climbed onto my lap. I think you could call it making out but it's not like I wasn't trying to tell her. I was far too late anyway. I heard the door open and then slam. I already knew who it was. "Elisa get off me!" I pushed her off my lap and she gave me a confused look. I didn't have time to explain, I had to get to Pete. I sprinted out the door to see he's already gone. But I knew exactly where Pete goes when he's upset. To Brendon's house. 

P.O.V Pete

Oh my God, I didn't know what to do. Patrick and Elisa were really making out, like really going for it. It looked like Patrick was trying to push her off but it's probably just me trying to make things better. Typical, of course I shouldn't have even trusted him. I drove off. I had to go to Brendon's, right now. I wonder how he'll take the news. He shouldn't freak out too much. Like he did have a thing with Ryan and Spencer at one point. Since the moment he met Sarah I haven't seen him look at anyone else the same. He really does love her. As much as I love Patrick.. 

I knocked at his door, hoping he was home. 

P.O.V Brendon

I had half a pizza stuffed into my mouth when I heard another knock at the door. "Ooh Sarah we're so popular tonight." I bounced to the door and stuffed another pizza into my mouth. The door swung open and a tear-stained Pete was standing, shivering and sniveling at my door. "Sweetheart what's wrong?" 

"P-Patrick." He sniffed out. Sarah ran into the room holding a box of pizza to Pete. He shook his head sadly. "HE DOESN'T WANT PIZZA THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" I yelled, taking him by his arm and setting him down on the sofa. Sarah handed me a fleece and I wrapped it around Pete. "We already know about you and Patrick going out. So what happened?" Pete looked up. "You do? H-how?" Just then Patrick walked in our house as well. "Bren?!" I pointed at Patrick. "He came round earlier." Pete didn't look at Patrick and Patrick didn't take his eyes of Pete. "Right I see. Okay what did you two do?" 

"He told me he'd tell Elisa hours ago." 

"And I was just about to." Patrick said softly.

"JESUS PATRICK YOU COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FARTHER DOWN HER THROAT!" Pete shouted, tears spilling out of his eyes. 

"No! It's not like that-" 

"SAVE IT, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN..." Pete stormed out, pushing Patrick out of his way. Patrick crouched down to the floor and put his head in his hands, silently sobbing. "Patrick, what is it like? What actually happened?" Sarah whispered, rubbing his back. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. I tried to tell her.. I tried.. to get her.. to stop.. but... but.. she wouldn't. Then Pete came in and I had to push her off me." He was crying quite loudly by this time. "Right that makes more sense. We need to tell Pete that. Go to his house." Patrick shook his head. "He'll have locked himself in.. to do it." I think I knew what Patrick meant, I just didn't want to believe it. "Wait, he wouldn't.." Patrick nodded, whimpering. "Sarah we need to go get him." 

"Bren, we need to let Patrick do this. If you're thinking Pete would go as far as...suicide.. then you need to let him do it." When we looked back over to Patrick he'd already gone. I assume it's up to him then. 

P.O.V Patrick

"Oh shit Pete, you idiot. I know exactly what you'll be doing." Same thing I tried. If Pete wasn't there I wouldn't be here today. I sprinted into his house where Meagan was sitting in the kitchen. "MEAGAN WHERE'D PETE GO?" She jumped when I shouted. "He went into the bathroom, what''s wrong?" I didn't have time to answer. "Pete?! Pete, open the door.." No reply. "Meagan do you have a key or something?" 

"No, why?" 

"He's locked himself in." I barged against the door but it wouldn't budge. "Meagan help me." After five minutes of trying to get the door open it finally gave in. 

And let's just say this, Pete was far from alright. 

P.O.V Pete

Nothing was okay. I just didn't want to live anymore. I'd screwed up by shouting at Patrick. He doesn't even want me. He lied to me. I just don't want to be here. I drove to my house and saw Meagan sitting in the kitchen. That just made me hurt even more. "I thought you weren't going to be home?" I ignored her and locked myself in the bathroom. I took out a bunch of pills from the medicine cabinet. Who gives a shit about me anyway? No one will even care.. "Merry Christmas Pete, for the last time." After a few minutes of taking random pills I started to feel sick and light headed. In a good way, I wouldn't have to endure anything anymore. I remember promising Patrick I'd never do it again after the last time. I instantly regretted it. "Pete?! Pete, open the door.." I heard Patrick shout.. and then everything went dark. 

*If you know anyone having a tough time this Christmas let them know you're there for them and that everything will be okay, alright? Christmas is a very tough time for some people. Anyway on a lighter note I've gotten over 80 reads on the introduction now. Thanks so much! Really. Keep reading, Keep the comments coming and let me know what you're getting for Christmas! Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed! There should be a few more updates coming. I might leave one for tomorrow.*