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"kiss pete," brendon had said.

and this is when his head became fully submerged. this is when the water flooded through strands of almost-glowing hair, this is when patrick stump opened his mouth for air and met only saltwater. this is when the drowning hit his tired lungs, this is when the ocean spilled over his ribcage, washing over a dark cotton shirt, this is when the whirlpool of love in his heart become a frenzy of hope in his head.

"absolutely not," pete protested. "do not subject patrick to that."

patrick could feel his vocal chords snapping under the pressure of the water.

brendon waved a hand, "i'm sure he's fine with it."

"i - i don't care. i'll - i'll do it."

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