Hiatus blues (petetrick fanfic)

A little less 16 years a litte more Petetrick

               Patricks pov

I was laying on the couch, my head in Pete's lap (In a completely platonic and innocent manner, thank you very much. My face was pointed towards the ceiling, not anywhere inappropriate.) It was a very coupley thing to do, many couples probably did this. But for me and Pete, it was just kinda how we worked,

we had always been close these moments probably meant little to nothing to Pete, but they were everything to me. "So Elton's was pretty much...fucking amazing? He's really the legend we always thought he was?" Pete said excitedly, he probably would have sold his soul to meet Elton. But it would have been way to suspicious if Paparazzi saw both of us, heading to another singer's house.

People might put together that we are making another album, and that would ruin the fun of being so hidden about it, would take away the flavor of it all.    "It was amazing Pete! He was so nice, and polite, and he a freaking amazing singer!" I talked back, just as a excitedly as Pete.

I continued to ramble on, and he listened and added his own comments, I was pretty exhausted since I had just returned from the flight, Pete had me come straight from the airport to his house, because he wanted to hear everything about Elton. At some point he told me if I was tired that I could fall asleep, and I did gratefully.

   ------Third person POv switch----

    Pete watched Patrick his friend sleep, call it weird, but his best friend was perfect. Pete himself thought that, but didn't really have the guts to tell Patrick how he felt about him. Patricks arm shifted slightly in his sleep, and a crumpled paper slipped from his cardigan pocket and tumbled onto the plush couch.
  
Pete picked it up, It would be wrong to read it, right? Pete thought, but he picked the paper up anyway, and tried not to wake patrick up as he uncrumpled it. The piece of paper had a messy "Miss Missing You" scrawled messily on the top of the page, and what looks like a enough lyrics for a full song (he had finished the song on the plane ride home),

Pete drank the lyrics up like they were the finest of wines, the song was beautiful. It had highs and lows, it sounded like a dark chicago night's breeze, the color of lake michigan water, and the colors of a beautiful piano with delicate ivory keys.

He hated to wake his best friend up, but he had to know who the song was about, and if Patrick would sing it for the album, oh and why the hell Patrick had kept this work of art hidden from him for however long he had hidden it.

He tapped Patrick's shoulder lightly a few times, causing the younger man to groan with the annoyance of having to wake up. "Patrick, wake up. Please?" Pete said, he really needed to know about this perfection of a song.

Patricks eyes fluttered open. "Huh? What is it?' He sat up, and looked at Pete. Patrick took one look at the piece of paper in Pete's hands, and his brain went into full panic mode. Did Pete know it was about him???? His brain questioned that over and over again.

"You...read it?" Pete nodded yes fastly. "Of course I read it Patrick! It's fucking amazing, who is it about? It has to be about someone." Patrick mumbled a quick "some girl..." Pete knew it couldn't be just "some girl"  "No seriously 'Trick! Who's it about?" Pete had to know, it was obviously someone who Patrick cared a lot about.

Patrick took a deep breath, then looked down. "It;s about you, Pete..." Patrick mumbled, then immediately regretted it. "Huh? What do you mean it's about me? You don't-" Patrick cut Peter off. "Yes. Yes I do, I've thought all the stuff in that song for freaking years, and I know It's really stupid and I shouldn't have even wrote it. It's freaking stupid that i'm fucking hopelessly in love with my best friend, who I've known for years. Now the band probably can't get back together 'cause you'll never forgive me for this...I'll just go, I'm sorry.

"Patrick stood up to leave, blushing and practically in tears. He shouldn't have listened to Elton, he just messed up his band's future, he was just "the fat kid from Take This To Your Grave" why did he think he had a chance with Pete? Patrick thought all of that, and mumbled a quick "goodbye"

before Pete stood up quickly. "Wait!" Pete said hurriedly, and stood up, he looked straight into Patrick's green blue, michigan lakewater eyes, and you know what he did? He did the thing Patrick had been waiting for, for sixteen years. Pete Wentz kissed Patrick Stump.

Pete pushed his lips onto Patrick's, catching him a bit off guard. Patrick froze not realizing what just happened, as soon as he realized what was going on, he kissed Pete back. Pete's hands graduated from patrick's shoulders, to his waist. Patricks hands went from Pete's sides, to becoming tangled up in Pete's hair. Pete pushed Patrick up against the wall, not wanting to Break the kiss.

Their lips moved perfectly in sync together, Pete pulled away looking the younger man in the eyes..."Patrick I've  always liked, no fuck it, loved  you. I like...wanted to be with you but, I didn't know if you want it to and I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner but I was scared and I-I didn't want to lose you, if I couldn't have you as more than a friend. I didn't want to just give up what we had, but...Patrick it's always been you..

" he said, kissing Patrick once more before backing away. Patrick didn't understand. He liked Pete for sixteen years, sixteen. Pete liked him back. Pete freaking Wentz, liked him back.  "I...what? I can't believe...seriously?" Pete nodded quickly. "B-but Pete...there's Paparazzi and stuff, and the album isn't even out yet,

Joe is already hesitant to even start the band back up. What if no one even listens to our music because they know the fucking bass player and lead singer are dating?" Patricks heart sank the whole time he said this, his excitement about Pete liking him back fading, he looked down.

"Then those people can fuck off. Okay? Joe will be fine. The band will be fine. And us?" he said, taking Patrick's hand in his own. "We, will be better than fine. We, will be...perfect." Pete finished, and kissed his best friend of sixteen years, one more time,