Hiatus blues (petetrick fanfic)

M A N I A loves Company

              Third person pov

They got to the Studio for the meeting, Pete really wasn't having it. It was like Dean is trying everything and anything to piss him off. Patrick walked in first, as Pete let the door close behind Patrick.

"Look Dean," Pete said in a annoyed tone. "I know what you are doing, and I don't like it." Pete said, pointing a finger in Dean's face."Whatever asshole, I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't care." Dean said with a angry tone.

"He's never going to go for you. He's not into you." Pete said firmly, opening the door and walking into the building.

Dean watched the door shut, his heart sinking. He should have taken the chance to date Patrick when he was still fucked up over Soul Punk and the hiatus, Patrick would have easily dated him then. He was starting to think about what he could do, when a (hot as hell) blonde walked towards him.

"Hey, do you work here?" She said, tilting her head slightly. "Nope. I'm just waiting for a friend." Dean said, checking her out. "Great, So you're not busy. I think I left something in one of the storage closets, wanna help me go and get it?" The blonde was obviously flirting, and, Dean didn't even know her name. Still,

when Patrick and Pete returned from the meeting, Dean was nowhere to be found. Patrick turned to Pete, with a suspicious look on his face. "Umm...so what did you do to Dean?" Patrick asked, giving Pete evil eyes. "I didn't do nothing, 'dude is like 6ft something. How could I do anything to him?" Pete said, trying to be as innocent as possible.

"Sure. You didn't-Pete you know he's just a friend right?" Patrick asked as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

Dean was in the closet with the blonde, when he got a weird feeling. But it wasn't one of the supernatural. It was one of guilt. He was kinda in love with Patrick, and he wasn't sure he had ever been in love with someone before, and he knew what he was about to do was wrong. At that very moment, Dean looked to the blonde.

"Sorry, but I have to go this isn't right, and I shouldn't have come with you." He said, opening the door. What he didn't expect to see was Patrick and Pete Staring at him as he walked out. Pete smiled, knowing Dean just fucked up any chance he could have had with Patrick.

Patrick didn't notice the blonde, until she walked out right behind him. Patrick looked from dean to the blonde and confusion. The blonde looked both Pete and Patrick up and down, before slinking off. Dean didn't know what to say.

"Guy's I uh..I didn't, she had lost something and I was helping her find it..." Dean lied through his teeth. "Right. That's why the door was locked, right? What's your excuse for that? Let me guess, you don't have one." Patrick voice was as cold as the rain that started to pour outside, his tone almost set Pete on edge.

Patrick was kinda scaring both of them, his tone was way to calm, and way to cold. Dean and Pete looked at each other, trying to think of what to do next. But before they could, the smaller man walked out. Pete and Dean didn't know how to react, they kinda just stood there. After a couple seconds, Pete walked fastly towards the door, Patrick's name on his lips.

"Patrick?!" He murmured, raising his voice slightly and looking around for his boyfriend. Patricks head hung low, he knew he loved pete but when he had seen Dean again everything came rushing back to him, all the hurtful things he went though and all the tears he cried, how he would stay awake half the night waiting for his phone to ring, but it never did because Pete had stopped calling him.

All the thoughts rushed around Patrick's head, he heard pete call out for him but he wasn't going to stop he need to think about everything he needed to know if Pete really loved him or if it was just cause the band was back together again.

Patrick had been so lost in thought, he hadn't noticed Pete standing in front of the bench. "Patrick, listen. We've gotta go somewhere, ok?" Patrick looked at Pete. "I've got a cab coming here soon, I'm fine. I'll see you later." Patrick sounded calm.

"Patrick. Come on, it's important, please..?" When had Patrick Stump ever been able to say no to Pete Wentz? He allowed Pete to drive him to a part of town he didn't usually go to. It was WAY to filled with Paparazzi, alike to vultures. Pete told Patrick to follow him, and he could almost feel the shine of Camera's flashing on his skin from where he was on the sidewalk.

Pete trailed into a crossroads of sidewalk. "Pete, seriously, what is the meaning of this? That poor cab driver, and plus, you know i hate this kind of places why would you-" Patrick Stump was cut off. Pete Wentz pulled him as close as he could, and Paparazzi swarmed. Before Patrick could finish his rant, Pete Wentz kissed Patrick, right in the middle of any camera, of any problem, and any swarm of Paparazzi.

Patrick's heart buzzed in his ears, and Pete pulled away. "Patrick Martin Stumph, I love you." Pete declared, and turned to face the crowd around them.

"Is that a problem to anyone?" People stared, it almost seemed impossible to them what was happening. "I didn't think so." His voice quieter, people close could still hear, but it was aimed directly at Patrick.

"And, if it is a problem to anyone, you know what? I don't care. I love you Patrick, I always have, and I always will." Patrick was speechless, his entire career, he had set himself up and everyone else around him so that this moment would never happen.

But he felt a strange sense of freedom, like he was in flight. He smiled impossible wide, and almost laughed at how happy he was. He hugged Pete tightly, then he spoke in the most happiest, free, and excited voice he could. "I love you to, Pete Wentz.

I'm pretty sure this isn't how our    story ends...