Band One-Shots (Requests Open)

Tired. (Peterick)

For MechaAnimeGirl (thank you so much for all the requests!!)

(American Beauty/American Psycho Era coz that's my favourite FOB era)

Patrick's P.O.V:

The band had been recording all day for this new album and the four of us were exhausted. Andy and Joe went to get pizza and whatever Andy was having, leaving Pete and I in the studio... what the other two don't know is that Pete and I've been dating for about four months now. We've decided to keep it secret, until we're ready to come out. He's sitting on the other side of the room, playing with his bass as I sit, playing random things on an acoustic guitar Brendon left here... how do I know its Brendon's? No-one else has "Property of Forehead" written on the back of their guitar. I'm pretty sure Pete carved it actually... he and Brendon got drunk one night and smashed Andy's bass drum too. I've never seen him so pissed. I let out a loud yawn as I rub my eyes with the back of my free hand.

"Yeah, it must be tiring being that cute," I heard from the other side. I look up to see my boyfriend grinning his signature smile at me. I tilt my head to the side and reply, "you must be exhausted then,".

Pete then got to his feet, walked over and plonked himself down beside me, one arm immediately positioning itself around my waist. He took my guitar and put it to the side, pulling my fedora off too, to which I made a noise of complaint which he just chuckled at.

"I love you," he mutters, before pressing his lips to mine, making me smile.

"I know," I mutter against his mouth which made him pull away laughing. We hear Joe's car pull up in the driveway and I start to move away from him.
"Noooo, don't let me gooo!" Pete whined as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Pete you little shit, let me go!" I whispered.

"But I don't wanna," he whined.
"Pete, you sound like your four-year-old son. Just let go of me!" I half yelled, trying to get out of his grasp as the door opened.

"I'll never let go Jack!" Pete cried, clinging onto my leg.
"What the f*ck are you guys doing?" Joe's voice rang through the room as Andy cracked up laughing. Pete quickly let go of my leg, and as I was still trying to pull myself away from him, the momentum I had sent me flying forward, hitting the ground with a soft 'oof'.

"Tricky, you alright?" Pete exclaimed, springing upright and running over to me.
"I'm fine babe – I mean Pete!" I stumbled, mentally facepalming as Andy pulled me up.

"Let's eat!" Joe announced, flinging open the pizza boxes and passing Andy his food.

"Gladly," Pete and I replied in unison. While we were eating, there was quiet conversation about the record and if we should get Brendon in for a song until Andy turned to me.
"Why did you call Pete babe? Is there something between you two?" He asked. I nearly choked on my slice of pizza.

"N-No. I said mate!" I panicked. Pete shot me a 'bitch-he-can-tell-you're-lying' look before turning back to Joe and whatever they were conversing about.

"Trick, if you're not comfortable with sharing, you don't have to. It's okay," Andy reassured me, putting a hand on my shoulder but then going back to his food. I pretended like I was going to the bathroom and went to go splash some water on my face. Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Tricky? You alright?" called an all too familiar voice. I opened the door to find the pink-haired man I called my boyfriend standing there, his arms wide open.

"Damnit, I'm tired of this Pete! I want to tell them! We can keep it a secret from the fans!" I complained into his shirt.

"I know baby. Do you wanna come out to them?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"You ready?" I questioned, looking up at him.

"If you are," he replied, kissing the top of my head.
"Well let's go!" I smiled, taking his hand before pulling him into a kiss.

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Sorry the ending was a bit shit.

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Love you, stay alive, stay safe, stay strong.

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T