Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

11

3RD POV

Patrick woke up from his nap, not knowing what time it was. He could get up to look at the clock on the stove downstairs or ask Ryan or Brendon, had Pete not been clutching onto him like his life depended on it.

He huffed and tried wiggling out of Pete's grasp, but he wouldn't budge. This calls for extreme measures, Patrick thought. The smaller boy leaned up, softly pressing his lips to Pete's cheek.

Upon pulling away, Patrick found Pete not asleep at all, but very awake with wide whiskey eyes staring down at his bright ocean blue ones.

"I, uh, didn't know you were awake.." Patrick stumbled over his words.

"I woke up hours ago, but you looked at peace while sleeping so I didn't want to wake you." Pete whispered, as if speaking in a normal tone would ruin the moment.

As if on cue, Joe comes strolling in the room like he owns the place, throwing the curtains open to reveal the bright morning sun.

"Joe, what the fuck man?" Pete asked, shielding his eyes from the satan orb in the sky.

"Brendon is taking us out job hunting today. Patrick, if you wanted to you could stay here since you already have your income source." Joe explained, searching through the closet to find clothes for Pete.

"Fine, fine, I'll get up. Now get the hell out of our closet and get out." Pete grumbled, letting go of Patrick and pushing Joe out.

"I think I'll just stay here for today so Ryan has some company." Patrick said before yawning.

"Yeah, go back to sleep, 'Trick." Pete nodded and grabbed a shirt before taking his own off and tossing it into the clothes hamper.

There was no way Patrick could go back to sleep after seeing his fit form and the many tattoos that Patrick didn't even know he had, as he mainly wore hoodies or long sleeve shirts.

He laid back down though, burying his face into the pillow and waiting until he heard Pete leave. The door never opened or closed for a few minutes. Pete placed a small kiss to the top of Patrick's head before leaving the room.

Patrick didn't even need to look to know that he was a blushing mess. Minutes after Pete had left and Patrick had heard the voices of Pete, Joe, Andy, and Brendon leave the house, he finally got up and grabbed a blanket before walking downstairs.

Ryan was on the couch watching the morning news with a cup of coffee in hand. "G'morning, Patrick. Sleep well?" Ryan asked with a small smile on his lips.

"M'yeah, actually." Patrick laid down beside Ryan and turned his head to watch the news. A few minutes of silence with only the tv to fill in the sound had passed.

"So, about Pete.." Ryan started.

"Were we talking about Pete?" Patrick lifted his head slightly

"Well, since you brought him up, what's going on between you two? There's times where I could actually cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife." Ryan stated, taking a sip of his warm drink.

Patrick's eyes widened as he choked on saliva. "What do you mean? There's nothing going on between me and Pete, I swear."

"You like him, don't you?" An eyebrow raised in question.

"No! Of course not! I mean, I don't know, I don't think so.. But maybe a little?" Patrick couldn't find the right words to say.

"That's a yes, then?" Ryan asked. Patrick nodded, looking down. "Well, do you think he likes you back?"

Patrick shrugged. "I dunno, probably not. He's always only acted kind towards me probably cause he only feels pity, like he more than likely did back at home."

"Back at home? Where are you all from? We never really did learn much about you." The taller brown haired boy set his coffee down on the glass table in front of them.

The breath in Patrick's throat hitched. "Ryan, can you keep a secret?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah I can."

"Then you have to swear that you'll never mention this to anyone else who isn't me, Pete, Joe, Andy, or Brendon." Patrick stared Ryan dead in the eyes.

Another nod. "I swear."

"Good. Well, answering your first question, we're from a place called America, which I do know is the same place as here, but very different. We're actually hell's neighbors. There, our names aren't normal like the ones we have now. My name is actually Benzedrine, and I'm a doctor. Pete's name is Sandman, Joe's name is Horseshoe Crab, and Andy's name is Donnie. We all have some type of supernatural power, besides me. They don't work here, they've already tried. But, we aren't bad people, I swear. We're known as America's Suitehearts. We just want to find a way home." Patrick finished.

Ryan stared in shock. "Patrick is this actually true? This sounds insane.."

"Yes, it's true. I couldn't even make this up if i tried." The smaller sighed. Ryan looked at him skeptically.

"Well, I'm going to take the easy route and believe you. So, how did you guys even get here?"

"Those are questions for another day, Ry. Just let me get some sleep, alright?" Patrick said while beginning to yawn.

"Alright, just lay down, the rest may be here when you wake up." But Patrick didn't hear most of that sentence. He was already asleep.

HI HELLO I KNOW THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT HEY ITS OUT NOW SO THATS WHAT MATTERS SO I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKED THIS CHAPTER CAUSE IT WAS KINDA HARD TO WRITE TBH SO YEA BYE!!