Unfaithfully

Sorry

Oh, I had a lot to say...

Patrick had been trying to talk to Lacie for a week now. She wouldn't return his calls or his texts. He knew he fucked up. Again. He had finally gotten the chance to reconnect with her and had thrown it away in a single moment of misunderstanding and jealousy. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known better. Lacie was in love with him. Everyone had always maintained that. He felt like the lowest person on the planet. If only she would just listen to him. He had even tried to see her when she was at work, but she had only retreated to the back room when he came in. Andy and Billie had been more than willing to give up her job info to him.

The sound of his front door opening pulled him from his thoughts of Lacie. The door swung open and in walked Pete.

"Dude, do you even know how to knock?"

"Do you know how to lock your door?"

"Pete, I'm trying to figure out how to get Lacie to talk to me again, so if you don't have any advice, could you at least finish getting inside this apartment and close the goddamn door?"

Pete laughed, "Oh how very Panic! At The Disco of you Pattycakes!"

Patrick rolled his eyes. He had walked right into that one.

"So Patrick, what are we going to do with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you let your low self-esteem get to you again. That's the entire reason you flaked like you did on Lacie."

"Could you twist the knife the other direction Pete? Or would you rather raid my kitchen for a lemon to squeeze into the wound?"

"Calm down man. I have an idea to help you with your Lacie problem."

Patrick's face perked up, "Really?"

"Yeah really. So here's the thing, Lacie's birthday is in two days. Talk to Billie and Andy and see if they'll let you set up a little something-something at her place for her birthday. You can sort of corner her there. The worst that can happen is she can lock herself in her room and tell you to fuck off."

Patrick grabbed Pete's shoulders and kissed Pete's cheek, "I don't say this near often enough, but you're a fucking genius!"

Andy and Billie had the kids at the playground area of the park while Lacie was at work. Andy had practically moved in and became Uncle Andy to Lacie's kids. Billie walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Whatcha thinking about Hurley?"

"About how much I love you."

Billie blushed, and buried her face in his back, "Don't get all sappy on me, Hurley."

"You love it when I do."

"Yes, I do."

Max and Prue ran up quickly, breaking the lovey-dovey moment for the lovebirds.

"Uncle Andy! Aunt Billie! There's a funny man trying to talk to me and Max!"

Max nodded his agreement as he huffed slightly, "He says he knows you, Uncle Andy and mommy, too!"

Max pointed across the playground. Andy looked up and saw Patrick heading toward them.

"Hey, man. How are you doing?"

"I'd be doing better if I hadn't fucked up my chances with Lacie."

"I'll second that," Billie said emphatically.