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"You want me to help you?"
"No."
Patrick was having trouble going into his old apartment. He had about 2 heavy boxes full of his stuff. None of it organized into boxes of clothes or products, no, it was all thrown in messily. Patrick insisted on carrying both boxes but seemingly struggled as he did.
"Goddamnit, Patrick." Pete mumbles as he snatches the top box.
Patrick straightens himself out. "What?"
"You were struggling."
"I was not." Patrick pouts.
Pete starts to mock what Patrick was doing, overdramatized of course. It makes Patrick laugh which in turn causes Pete to do the same.
"I wasn't that bad."
Pete nudges Patrick out of the apartment and sets his box down for a moment. "You all done in here?"
Patrick takes one last look at the apartment. He nods slowly. "Yes."
Pete grabs Patrick's key and sets it on a small shoe rack by the door. "Say bye bye bitch." Pete grabs Patrick's hand and starts to make it wave goodbye to the apartment.
Patrick gives a small, one-syllable laugh but not much more. Pete drops his hand, picks the box back up, and they both head to the elevator.
As Patrick leaves the apartment, he can't help but realize it's a chapter of his life over.
"You okay?" Pete asks, looking at Patrick's blank face with concern.
Patrick nods and smiles.
But a new one is beginning.
~~~
"I knew it." Pete snatches the garbage bag.
"That he'd leave your shit out?" Patrick asks.
"Yep."
They had decided to stop at Mikey's apartment building so Pete could grab his shit. Like Pete had done to Mikey, Mikey left Pete's stuff in a bag outside his apartment. Pete wasn't surprised.
"Let's go." Pete says, walking confidently back to the elevator with his trash bag.
Patrick walks behind him, poking the trash bag.
"Why'd he use a big trash bag?"
"I dunno."
"It smells bad." Patrick frowns.
"The bag?"
"No..." Patrick pulls the bag from Pete's grasp and opens it.
The stench of salty vinegar burns their noses.
"Oh my god." Pete hisses.
"Did he dump vinegar on your things!?"
"Nah, my stuff usually smells like vinegar." Pete throws his hands up.
"Was there anything important?"
"No..." Pete grumbles, wrapping the bag back up.
When the doors open, Patrick instinctively walks out. Though, he is slingshotted back inside.
"Wha?"
"I'm dumping this back in his room." Pete digs through his pocket. "Still got my key." He presses the floor button and the elevator doors close.
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The Storm Comes Before The Rainbow
Fanfiction•••Sequel to Rain••• Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump are high school sweethearts. Correction: were Pete and Wentz and Patrick Stump were high school sweethearts up until their unwanted-but necessary-break up in college. 6 years later and they've move o...
