Patrick's POV
I woke up early this morning. I didn't get much sleep last night. I was to busy worrying about Pete. He's just been acting so strange and distant since I started seeing Alex. I'm going over to his house to see if he was alright. I know he would tell me if something was bothering him. We just had to be alone together.
Pete's POV
I woke up to hear knocking on my door. I slowly get out of bed and walk to the door. I open it and find Patrick standing there.
"Hey, what are you doing here so early?" I ask
"I had to come make sure you were alright." he said.
I let him in and then head to the kitchen to go make coffee.
"I'm fine Patrick." I yawned "you didn't have to come over so early. You could have just called."
"I know but I felt like should. but I know your not okay."
I sighed. Of course he would know. He's my best friend if anything was wrong with me he'd be the first to notice and the first to know. I don't know how I can tell him. He just seems so happy with her. I don't want to ruin it. He notices my prolonged silence and walks over and places his hand on my shoulder. His touch sends shivers down my spine.
"You know you can tell me anything Pete." he says
Now maybe my only chance to tell him. To let him know what I feel for him, but what if he doesn't feel the same way... Well I guess I'm just gonna have to find out.
"Patrick," I start "I don't know how to say this. You've always been there for me. When I was sad, you were there to pick me up. Some of my happiest memories I share with you and over time I guess I just... started falling. That day in the meadow... I thought you had done the same. I thought maybe we were.. we could be more than just friends..... Patrick what I'm trying to say is... I've fallen in love with you Patrick. I love you." I turn to look at him. He looks shocked and speechless. He silent for a moment before he speaks.
"Pete I - " he starts but I cut him off.
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."
He closes his mouth and looks at me with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry," he says and walks out the door.
I'm left alone in my kitchen all is quiet. I knew this was going to happen but some little part of me hoped that maybe he felt the same way too, but I guess that's just little part of me the keeps wishfully thinking.
Patricks POV
I walk out and get into my car. I start to drive home. I don't know what to think about this.... If only he knew how conflicted I felt.
Alex's POV
I woke up to find the bed empty. I sit up and look around. Patrick is no where to be seen. I get out of bed and that's when I see a note on the dresser. It says
Morning beautiful,
I woke up early and headed over to Pete's to check on him. I'll Be back in a few hours.
I smiled at the note. It's a good thing he went to go check on Pete. I don't know whats going on with Pete or what he meant yesterday, but I just hope he's doing better.
After I got dressed and everything I headed to Starbucks for a cup of coffee.
I walk in and I'm greeted with the same voice that's greeted me for the past two years.
"Morning Alex!" Zach says "You want the usual or are you feeling adventurous today?" He says winking at me.
"I think I will just go for the usual." I say with a smile.
I pay for the coffee and head out to the same park bench I sat on the day I met Patrick. The only thing different about it was that it was now advertising Gerard's Hesitant Alien album.
I check twitter, nothing going on today. I scroll through tumblr doing the usual 'laugh, like, reblog' pattern. I stand up to throw away my empty coffee cup and start to walk back home. Patrick's home... my home. If anyone had come up to me three years ago and said that I would be dating and living with Patrick Stump I would have laughed, because the idea at the time would have seemed ridiculous.
I look down at my phone to change the song and suddenly WHAM!! I've run into someone. I've fallen on the ground and the person who walked into me has landed in the bush. I've really got to watch where I'm going. I stand up and brush myself off and look over to see the person I bumped into picking leaves and branches out of his hair. I was about to apologize, then I realized who it was. So instead of saying sorry like I probably should have I just stood there, me being the awkward person I was, and looked at him. He turns to look at me and blushes
"I'm sorry about that." he says in the most amazing accent "I didn't mean to bump into you."
I have found myself looking into eyes of none other than the amazing Phil Lester.
