Boycott Love (Sequel to Don't Come Home For Christmas) ~ Peterick

Chapter Twenty - I'll Still Be Here, Wishing and Waiting For You.

P.O.V Patrick

I'm sitting in a cafe as usual only I've never really been at ten o'clock at night. I've just been sitting here, looking through the photo album I brought with me. It's filled with pictures of the band. Mostly though I brought it because of all the pictures of Pete.

I haven't been too lonely here. I've met some girls.. no girlfriends or anything just.. 

Actually the server at the Starbucks I'm at wrote her number on my coffee a few minutes ago. She's pretty I'll admit, however I'm done with spending the night with girls. I've only been here two weeks and I've done that about four times. 

Sure, it's totally out of character for me. Most of them don't even care I didn't call them back or anything. I assume it's because they 'spent the night with the Patrick Stump.. oh how exciting and.. ugh.' I sound like Pete.

I chuckled slightly at the memory of when Pete was arrogant. He still is slightly arrogant, not as bad though. 

I'd better get going, they'll be here tomorrow. I'm so scared to see Pete since I haven't talked to him since we left.. especially saying I'm still in love with him. I think I need to tell him. The only problem is he broke it off if I remember right. He was the one who stopped loving me.

I never stopped.

P.O.V Pete 

I stared out of the aeroplane's window. The rain was pelting against it, my music was blaring and yet I couldn't relax. My stomach was in knots over Patrick. I hadn't called him since he left! In some sense it's his punishment for leaving me.

Even though it was my fault he left.. Hey it could be worse though, I could still be in love with him. Luckily I've gotten over that after he left. 

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I flopped down on the bed in my hotel room. Somewhere in LA. I don't remember the exact name of the place, it's all kinda a blur to me. Andy and Joe suggest I go see Patrick like.. now, Brendon's long past 'suggest' I think 'insist' or 'forcing' would fit it better.

He's been whining since we got here for me to go. Here's the thing though, just me. By myself. 

"Pete! Come on, go see him!" Brendon nagged, poking me on the back. "It's like 9pm." I replied back, actually only trying to postpone it. "Pete Wentz if you don't get up in five seconds I will sit on you."

I laughed, not thinking he was serious until he started counting down. "Five.."

"Four.."

"Threeeeee...."

"Twooo...."

"Oooon... onnnnnnn... oneeeeee." 

"I'M UP! I'M UP!" I yelled before Brendon sat on me. "Good, now go get dressed." 

"I am dressed." I said confused, my palms facing the ceiling. "You're wearing sweats and a hoodie?"

"I'm not going out to dinner with him or anything. And besides, it's freezing." 

"Go get some skinny jeans and a nice plaid shirt on." Brendon demanded, throwing a shirt and jeans at me. "At least you're not wearing uggs." 

"Bring out the eyeliners ladies."

"And the 17th century capes."

"The earmuffs."

"The red highlights." 

"Hey! I liked those." I pouted, pulling off my hoodie and putting on my shirt. "You looked like a vampire." He winked at me, covering his eyes. Brendon's so immature. "I wasn't the one with face paint."