The Storm Comes Before The Rainbow

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The sunlight streams into the apartment. It's a gorgeous morning. Various warm colors are painted across the sky. The sun rises halfway in the horizon. It's early. Probably about 7:30.

It's when Pete wakes up. He never sleeps for long usually, if he even sleeps at all.

On top of him is Patrick. He looks gorgeous in this light, almost like a model. The warm light lights up his skin, hair is perfectly messy and also reflecting against the shining sun. Pete can't wait for the ocean blue eyes to open so he can see their beauty. Patrick is asleep against his chest, his arm curls up next to his face, the other is flopped loosely around Pete. Pete wants to run his fingers through the strawberry blonde silk but he doesn't want to disturb Patrick. He looks around the room for a bit before grabbing his phone. He stays perfectly still as he scrolls through Instagram. Both Pete and Patrick are good at keeping still, the other falls asleep on them so much, they've gotten use to it.

He feels Patrick shift. Upon moving his phone aside, Patrick only moved his position. His other arm is now extended next to Pete's head. Patrick's nuzzles his head further into Pete's chest. Pete can help but smile and take a picture, posting it to his Instagram. Patrick may be mad at him later but he's absolutely adorable.

"Mhmm." Patrick mumbles a few minutes later, lifting his head.

His eyes are tired and dull. They light up when they meet Pete's.

"Good morning." Patrick sets his chin down on Pete's chest and smiles up at Pete.

"Good morning." Pete smiles. "Little early for you, huh?"

Patrick closes his eyes and nods slightly, he crawls upward onto Pete. Now his head rests in the crook between Pete's neck and shoulder. He can tell Patrick's trying to go back to sleep. Patrick's fingers tangle in his hair and start to lightly mess with it. Pete smiles and rubs Patrick's back slowly.

He absolutely loves moments like this.

He loves the moments where both he and Patrick are happy.

He loves the moments where they aren't fearful

He loves the moments where the only thing on their minds is the other.

Patrick snores lightly.

Or sleep.

But mostly each other.

~~~

"Well who do you think it is?"Brendon frowns, Ryan's leaning over his shoulder.

"I think it's Jason." Pete shrugs.

"Are you absurd?" Patrick shakes his head. "It's Mikey. He threatened me right to my face. Not to mention he was walking away from our apartment building and we found a note a few hour later!"

"Guys!" Ryan yells. "Luke is the obvious fucking choice. He's being too good."

"Why do you hate him so much? He's really fucking changed."

"He's our friend now." Pete steps forward.

Brendon fake gags.

"Fuck you." Pete spits.

"Whoa!" Ryan holds up his hands.

"We can't turn on each other!" Patrick frowns. "We only have each other. We only have the people who help. We can't turn on them."

"Agreed." Ryan nods.

"Is Luke one of them?" Brendon's eyes narrow.

"...yes."