We Are: Hearts, Lies And Friends

The Only Thing Suicidal Here Is My Appetite/I'm Okay (I Don't Promise)

*Hey guys, I feel like you're all kinda done with this story? Like you guys are bored with me. So I'm just gonna end the story while its still on an okay level before it goes completely down hill. So probably only like 1 more chapter after this and then it's over. Do you guys even really still like this story?*

*Pete's POV

Well this has been a long and twisty journey. I can officially add romance to the list of "Things Pete Wentz is terrible at and should never try to do in life ever again." But on the bright side, I still have Patrick, and that really is all that matters.

"Babe are you up," I groan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I blink a few times and realize he's been staring at me this whole time. "What are you doing?"

"Watching you sleep. You look so cute in your sleep." He says snuggling into my side a little more.

"Not as cute as you."

"Cuter, much cuter." He yawns.

"We have like, two more days left in Japan, what do you want to do?"

"Wow really? We spent all of our time going through bullshit, this sucks."

"Yeah but on the plus side, it's still two day's and thats better than nothing!" He places a short kiss on my lips, then my nose and hops out of bed.

"Look at my little optimistic boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" I giggle.

"Sorry, I'm not used to calling you my husband yet! It's still so new!" He begins to walk over to the dresser where our clothes are. I tilt my head slightly as he walks.

"Well I know I will never get tired of watching your sweet ass walk away. Nice rump Mr. UsedToBeStump." He blushes and walks into the bathroom. "By the way, did you know that when you're embarrassedyour whole body goes pink, not just your pretty face?"

"Shut up!" I heard him playfully call from the bathroom.

*2 Hours Later*

So seeing as how Andy and Joe came all the way over here to help with our bullshit and drama, they might as well stay and we can just all hang out together. The thing is, that we all do still want to take alone time as couples, so we decided to all just meet up at 6:00 for dinner. Me and Patrick decide to go do a little shopping (Him because he wanted to update his wardrobe, and me because, well, I just want to watch him undress.)

We catch a taxi a couple blocks a way to a huge three story mall. Patricks eyes light up as we pull into the parking lot. We walk in holding hands, catching a few odd glances, but nothing really crazy happens. We browse a few stores, and Patrick spots a few things, but nothing worthy of purchase. Until he sees a store called あなたの（セックス中毒）which is the Japanese version of his favorite american store, and it's all downhill from there. I can hear my wallet practically screeching the whole time he practically drags me into the store. Wow, if I thought his eyes lit up when we first saw the mall, thats like comparing a spark to the sun now.

I won't lie, practically everything in the store is gold. Every shirt he sees is now his "favorite shirt" and "too cute not to buy." Not that I mind. The more he buys, the more I get to watch him change, it's a win win. Even though I told him that this shopping trip I would buy everything and that he could get anything he wanted, he still takes the time to ask me before he places anything in the cart. I find it frustrating and adorable all at the same time.

We leave this store and head towards the next one he sees with nice clothes in the window, but not before we stop to admire the jewlery in the window of the shop next door. Of course I can see on Patricks face how badly he knows that gold, diamond encrusted watch will look so great with his new gold detailed combat boots. You already know what I must do. So while Patrick shops around for a new fedora I "go to the bathroom" and magically show up ten minutes later with my debit card six hundred dollars lighter. I decide to wait until after dinner to give it to him.