Your Secret's Out (Peterick)

7 Minutes In Heaven

-Patrick's P.O.V.-

"Then go ahead, Pete. I'll listen."

I waited nervously for Pete to speak. This time, it was him that was staring at the floor. He gulped and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Wow this is a lot harder to do than I thought," he laughed. I smiled slightly, which made Pete smile in response. "Okay Pattycakes, I'm just going to say it as it is. I love you."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"I love you Patrick Stump. I've loved you ever since we met, when I first laid eyes on you. Earlier today when you told me, you didn't let me finish. I was gonna tell you I felt the same way, but you ran out on me. I never told you because I didn't know if you felt the same way and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You had me worried sick about where you were." Pete took my hand and pulled me closer.

I blushed and looked into Pete's eyes. Is this really happening? He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I pressed back and enjoyed the moment. But the moment didn't last very long, because I heard the door swing open behind us. Pete and pulled away and turned around. There stood Joe and Andy.

"I told you!" Andy shouted. "Fork over the twenty bucks, Joe."

"Fine." Joe took out his wallet and gave Andy a twenty-dollar bill. "I should've never made that bet with you."

"You made a bet about us liking each other?" I laughed.

"What can I say? I saw it from the start," Andy answered. "Mainly the way Pete would stare at you."

"Hey!" Pete yelled, slapping Andy on the arm. I could see his cheeks turning a faint red. "Shut up!"

"It's true," Andy chuckled. "I don't know how Patrick never noticed."

"He was too busy daydreaming about Pete," Joe chimed in. It was my turn to blush.

***

It was about eleven o'clock and Joe and Andy had already went to sleep. I was sitting on the couch watching television with Pete.

"Are we going to tell the fans?" he asked randomly, interlocking his fingers with mine. I looked up at him.

"Do you think we should?" I questioned in return, holding tightly onto his hand.

"I don't know," he gulped. "That's why I asked you."

"I don't think we should..at least for a while. We never know how they're gonna take it," I mumbled, looking down at my feet.

"What do you mean Pattycakes?" Pete placed his the tips of his fingers beneath my chin and tilted it up so I was looking at him. "You think our fans won't support us?"

"I honestly don't know Pete," I sighed. "I think we should go to bed, I'm tired."

"Oh you and your need for sleep. I guess you're right though," Pete laughed, standing up from the couch. "See you in the morning." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and disappeared into his bunk.

***

"Patrick! Patrick! PATTYCAKES!"

I jolted awake and sat up rather quickly, causing me to hit my head on the bunk. I rubbed my head where it had been hit and looked over, and there stood Pete, grinning.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked rudely. I was in a grumpy mood, having just woke up.

"I just find it hilarious you didn't respond when I yelled Patrick but immediately woke up when I said Pattycakes," he giggled. "I always knew you love when I call you that."

"Oh shut up," I murmured as I pulled the blanket over my head. Pete ripped it from over my body.

"Get up!" he shouted, throwing the blanket to the side. "We're home! And we get to play that show in Chicago tonight. Do you really want to spend any more time in this damn tour bus?"

"Not really." I slid out of the bunk and almost fell over. This is why I don't get up early.

I grabbed my suitcase and started packing, the rest of the band was already done. By the time I was finished shoving clothes randomly into the tiny case, they were all waiting outside for me.

"Took you long enough," Andy joked, slapping me on the back.

"Let's finally go home!" Joe shouted. We all parted and said our goodbyes, only after Pete gave me a kiss.

***

I walked through the front door of my apartment. It felt good to be home, but it also didn't. The place felt lonely and empty. It had only been a few minutes and I would see him tonight, but I already missed Pete. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

"Hey Patrick!" Pete greeted. "You're timing is perfect, I just walked in the door."

"Wow I'm a genius," I laughed.

"So what's up?"

"Nothing much. I just got home too." I looked over and my suitcase and frowned. I really hate packing and unpacking.

"Still dreading unpacking?" He knows me too well.

"Yeah," I said with a sad laugh.

"You okay Pattycakes?"

"I'm fine. It's just a little lonely at my apartment. The actual reason I called was to see if you wanted to come over."

"I'd love to, Patrick. You could've asked that in the first place. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Thanks Pete," I smiled. He hung up and I put my phone back in my pocket.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Mostly I saw commercials as I flipped through the channels. After a few minutes of just watching commercials, I heard a knock on the door. I practically threw myself at the door and pulled it open. Pete stood in the hallway with the most adorable, goofy smile on his face. He pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tightly.

"Well come on in!" I said after he eventually pulled away from the hug.

Pete sat right where I was on the couch, acting as if it was his home. I plopped down next to him and grabbed the remote.

"Anything you wanna watch?" I asked.

"No, looking at you is good enough," Pete smirked.

"That is the cheesiest thing I have ever heard," I grinned, putting my head on his shoulder and snuggling up next to him.

"But it's true."

I must have fell asleep because next thing I knew, Pete was shaking me awake. "Come on Patrick! We have to perform in Chicago!" I jumped off the couch and put my shoes on while walking out of the door. We both climbed into Pete's car and buckled ourselves in. "You ready?" he asked, starting the car.

"I think so," I answered. "Wait! I don't have my fedora!"

Pete started laughing. "You're so forgetful." He took my fedora from behind his back and placed it on my head. I blushed and looked out the window.

When we arrived at the concert, I was nervous. But that's normal, I always get nerves before we go on stage. Pete walked into my dressing room.

"Hey Patrick." He sat down next to me. "Remember to act like we're not dating tonight."

"I know," I sighed. "I just don't like lying to our fans."

"It'll be fine," he reassured me. "Anyways, we're not lying, we're just not telling them everything."

***

The whole performance, I did my best to try to hide it. It wasn't easy, but I smiled a lot more than usual. We waved goodbye and walked off stage after playing the last song. We met up in Joe's dressing room to talk.

"I think we have a problem guys," Andy said, taking a sip of water.

"What?" I asked, concerned. What is Andy talking about?

"The fans keep asking if something's going on," Joe answered.

"Do you think they know?"