The Gay Band Book

If You Were Gay [Peterick]

(I really love this musical okay....)

It was a quiet afternoon at Patrick's and Pete's flat. Why? Because Pete was out on errands or something. Patrick was fine with this, that meant he could read his book. Peacefully.

He sat on the couch in their living room, his back against the arm of the couch and his legs splayed out but crossed. Usually Pete sat in the middle, always trying to bother Patrick. And its not like Patrick could go to his room to ignore Pete; they shared a room. It was the only cheap apartment they could find, a one-bedroom, what with the jobs they worked. So an afternoon alone without Pete was nice.

Just as Patrick opened his book and resumed the page he was on, the door barged open.

"Hey, Patrick!" Pete greeted loudly, letting the door slam behind him.

Patrick sighed, setting his book down and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hi, Pete."

"So," Pete began animatedly, coming to stand behind the couch and lean his arms on it.

"Pete, take your shoes off-"

Pete shot Patrick a look, and Patrick crossly shut his mouth, deciding to just let Pete say whatever so he could go back to reading his book.

"You'll never guess what happened to me on the subway!"

"Mmm?" Patrick said, uninterested.

"There was this guy, and he wouldn't stop staring and smiling at me! Then, he came over and sat next to me, and started talking to me!

"Uh huh, very interesting."

"Yup! He was being real  friendly! Really friendly..In fact....I think he might've been coming onto me! Maybe he thought I  was gay."

Patrick started upright, his heart starting to pound in his chest as a blush crept onto his cheeks.  Fuckfuckfuck. Does he know?  He nervously cleared his throat. "W-what, why are you telling me this, hm? W-why should I care? I don't care..." Quickly trying to diffuse the conversation and move onto a different topic, he heatedly asked, "What'd you buy at the mall?"

Pete ignored the question. "Jeesh, you don't need to get all defensive-"

"I'm not getting defensive!" Patrick objected, the blush on his cheeks growing hotter. "Just..." He sighed. "W-why do I care about some gay guy you met? I was, and am, trying to read my book...Now go away."

Pete shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, sensing....something with Patrick. Was he hiding something? "I didn't mean anything by it, Patrick, I-I just think its something we should be able to talk about, y'know?"

"Why would I want to talk about this, Pete? I don't, this conversation is over, now go!"

"Yeah, but Patrick-"

"Over! Go away!"

Pete sighed and rubbed his nose before breaking out in a slow, sly smile. "Well, okay....But, just so you know...If you were gay, that'd be okay. I mean cause hey," Pete chuckled. "I like you anyway!"

Patrick groaned. "Pete, shut your-"

"Because you see, if it were me, I'd honestly feel free to say that I was gay. And I mean the guy on the subway, his name was Mikey by the way, was attractive...." But he hastily added, "But I'm not gay!"

Patrick took a deep, steadying breath, first of all trying to brush off the comment about finding a different guy attractive. "Pete, please, go away, I am trying to read." 

Pete leant back down on the couch, smirking at Patrick. 

"What?!"

Pete started back up. "If you were queer-"

"Ugh, Pete! Please!"

"I'd still be here. Honestly."

"Pete, I am trying to read!"

"Year after year-"

"PETE!"

"-because you're dear to me."

Patrick's face heated up. God fucking dammit, why does Pete say things like that that get him worked up. Fucking Peter Wentz. But he tried not to show how that slightly got to him, and instead just rolled his eyes. Why did he have the hots for his roommate? 

"And I know that you..."

Shit. Shit shit shit he knows he knows I'm gay-

"Would accept me too, if I told you today, hey, I'm gay!"

Pete paused, looking at Patrick, making sure he was still listening, as he looked sort of...distant. 

Patrick let out a deep breath. Okay, Pete didn't know. Good. But....wha- Patrick's thought process kind of stopped when he noticed Pete had stopped and was staring at him, waiting.

Patrick quickly scoffed. "Pfft, right..." his voice trembled. Pete had stopped, was this...was this Pete...was Pete inferring what Patrick thought he was?

For a brief, sweet second, Patrick's hopes were up. But they came crashing down when Pete said, "Well,  I'm not gay."

Patrick bit his lip and used all his inner strength to not cry. Why did he ever think Pete was gay? 

"I'm happy, just living with you. I don't care if you're into guys-"

"Pete, fuck off." Patrick spat, standing swiftly up and swiping his book.

"C'mon, Patrick! I-I-What'd I do! If you're gay, that's okay!"

"I'M NOT GAY!" Patrick screamed, turning to face Pete. "I don't want to talk about it, shut up and leave me alone!"

Patrick stalked quickly to the bathroom, slammed the door, and slid to the floor, leaving Pete to slowly come to the realization of what he'd done. 

Fuck.  

Why was he an oblivious, insensitive prick, not seeing Patrick's obvious discomfort and awkwardness. FUCK how did Pete not notice Patrick's attraction. 

Fuck....

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I. LOVE THIS MUSICAL. I listen to this song and JUST PICTURE PATRICK AND PETE. I sort of want to write a whole oneshot based on/inspired by the musical? 

Also sorry this oneshot is a little weird, its a bit hard to write off songs from musicals? And yes the oneshot doesn't exactly follow the whole song. 

AND YES I KNOW PATRICK SEEMS OOC. I SHOULDVE WRITTEN THE ONESHOT DIFFERENTLY but I sort of like how it is so yknow. I might rewrite it/a second version of the oneshot.