We Are: Hearts, Lies And Friends

We Were Doomed From The Start

Guys, I'm so sorry you're gonna hate me >.< omfg

*Patricks POV*

*While Pete was dealing with Ella, this was happening with Patrick*

Ring Ring. Ring Ring. The phone is taunting me. It's reminding me that after this whole fucked up situation, I'm gonna have to have contact with the outside world.

I search for my phone, lost between the piles of sheets. Shit. I already know what this conversation will be about, and exactly how it's gonna go. I'm not going to answer it... Yes I am.

"Hello?"

"...So."

Sigh. I know I'm gonna regret asking this.

"Joe. How bad is it?"

"Well. You're on every news station and, this next part. You might want to sit down for."

I sit on the edge of the bed, take a deep breath and wipe the sweat dripping from my temple.

"What is it?"

"The video."

"What?"

"It has gotten 6 million views in 4 hours."

It was like the whole world had suddenly been put in slow motion. It felt like every emotion that had built up since this whole situation started was suddenly burst forward. I couldn't stop them from bursting through my lips.

"FOUR FUCKING MILLION VIEWS!?!! WHY ARE PEOPLE SO INTERESTED IN WATCHING ME AND PETE HAVE SEX!!?!!"

"Well, at least it's nothing major."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING MAJOR! If you call the WHOLE WORLD seeing me and Pete naked "nothing major", then you need your head checked!"

*Pete's POV*

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I have THIS."

She lifts her hand, flashing the diamond encrusted jewelry on her finger. The ring that doesn't rightfully belong to her. I look down at it, debating whether or not I should fight her for it. The same ring which was given to the Love of my life as a symbol of our eternal Love, now sits upon the finger of a women I can't stand. She can't have it. I won't allow such a beautiful gift to be ruined by dirty slum like her.

"Give me the ring."

"I will," she said, twisting the ring on her finger, "if you do what I ask."

"What is it that you want?"

"Pete. Did you watch the video?"

"Why would I need to watch? I was kinda in it. I was there."

"You should have watched it, Pete. You see, I only released a piece of the CENSORED version of the video." She began to make her way across the room, slowly inching closer. The only sound in the entire room was the click of her heels. For a moment, it seemed to be the only sound in the entire world. Or at least the only sound in my entire world. My world which is crumbling, crashing and burning right in front of my eyes. I stared her directly in the eye. She was still wearing that sly, dark, evil looking grin. It suits her well.

"But, if you don't do what I ask, I will leak the uncensored version. And if you thought the censored version spread fast, well lets just say, people would Love to get a good view of your husbands ass."

I could feel myself burning. I felt like I was about to combust, or possibly melt through the floor. How dare this stupid fucking cunt!

"What do you want? What do I have to do?" I sigh.

"I think you know what I want."

I reach for my back pocket, grasping for my wallet.

"How much?"

"What? No. I don't want your money... Okay maybe a little bit," she said then began to slowly, gently, draw circles on my chest "I want something more"

I thought for a second. What the fuck did that mean? Isn't that usually how shit worked? What more than money could I give her? And then is clicked as I began to feel her fingers, ever so slowly, trailing downward. No. Absolutely fucking not.

I am not about to cheat on my husband.

"WHAT?! No. FUCK NO!"

She pushed me backwards, causing me to stumble and crash into a chair.

"Well then! Have fun finding screen shots of your husbands dick all over the internet bitch!"

"WAIT! Wait. I... I'll do it."

*Patricks POV*

"What do you mean?!"

"Patrick, the video is censored! And it's not even the full thing! It starts with you guys getting undressed, and it ends a little after he laid you down on the floor"

I clutched my chest, sighing in relief. He's right. The damage isn't too bad. It's still bad, but it could have been much worse.

"Joe I need to go, I need to find Pete."

"Alright, call me back later okay?"

"Alright. Bye." I said, hanging up the phone, and shoving it in my pocket.

I'm sure Pete will be happy to know that we don't have to erase our selves and start over again in Mexico.

I put on my fedora, grab my key card, car keys and a jacket heading out the door. I head down the hallway, press the button for the elevator, and wait quietly. There's a short ding, and the doors fly open. I step into the elevator, and as I make my way inside, I blush at the memory of things that happened in this elevator, and how that's what got us in this mess in the first place.

There's another ding as the doors fly open again, this time dropping me off at the lobby. I make my way across the crowded lobby floor, headed for the front desk.

"Hi how may I help you."

"Uhm, I'm looking for my husband. He canes down here a while ago. Tan, black hair, tattoos. Kinda the bassist for a famous band, goes by the name Pete."

"Oh yes, Mr. Wentz! He and Ella went into that room over there. Here let me show you.

*Petes POV*

This is my worst nightmare. Really? This is what she wants? She couldn't have just wanted money? Bribing me for sex? This is low. I feel raped. Like after this I'll need to bathe for 20 years to get her off my skin.

I close my eyes, covering my face. I don't want to look at her. I don't want her to look at me. I try anything to get this thought out of my head. I try to imagine anything else in the world happening right now. But it's impossible.

It's impossible because the only sound in the room, is the one as our hips smack together. Or more so that hers smack into mine, because she's doing all the work. I refuse to participate in this. It's the most unbelievably awkward thing in the world. At least I thought it was.

Until I heard the lock turn and saw two figures walk in. An employee, and my husband.