We Could Be Immortals || Peterick / Fall Out Boy

Light 'em Up

(Andy's POV)

I woke up, a warm, tattooed arm around my body. I turned my head to see Joe heavily snoring in my ear. I laughed lightly, turning my body to face him. He slowly awoke, looking tiredly into my eyes. I pecked his lips, he laughed a little.. turning his face away. "What?" I asked. "Your ginger beard tickles." he smiled, kissing my lips again. "I love you, Trohman." I whispered against his lips. "And I, you, Ginger-beard." He said with a smirk. "Say it!" I said loudly. "I love you too! I shouldn't have to tell you." He yelled, shoving my arm."But I love doing it." he whispered, pecking my nose and sitting up.

He looked around the room, confusion written across his face. Hell, practically spelt out on his forehead."What's up?" I asked, sitting beside him. "Where's Brendon?" He asked, standing and walking around the bed. "Maybe he's in the restroom." I suggested. He shrugged and made that face, you know that face. He walked over to it and lightly knocked, "You in there, Bren?" He asked, placing his hand on the knob. "Brendon?" he called again.

He looked over to me, I just shrugged and looked back at the door. He turned the knob and pushed it open. "What the hell?" the words echoed out of the bathroom. I ran over to the bathroom, when I saw Brendon slumped over the toilet and his face righty pressed against the cover. Te toilet roll was stripped, rolled up either in the trash can or wrapped around his hand. "Brendon!" Joe hollered.

He shot up, slamming his head on the sink beside him. "Holy fuck!" he groaned, grabbing his head and falling to the floor. Joe and I ran in, picking him up and carrying him to the bed. "Are you okay? What were you doing in there? Do you need an ice-pack? Do you need to go to the hospital? What d--" I continued to throw question at him until he stopped me. "Andy, it's okay.. Lets just to Ryan's." he said with a faint smile. I looked at Joe, who was already smiling at me.

"You should probably change though.." Joe added. He looked down, his shirt was covered in drool and dried hair gel.. I hope that's hair gel. Joe grabbed a variety of clothes from the car, Brendon spent about an hour mixing and matching. He finally walked out of the bathroom in a black button-up, skin-tight leather pants, and shimmery silver overcoat, and some interesting pointy black shoes. (Think: Miss Universe 2013) He was gelling his hair back meticulously, he looked pale. "Wow, flashy. Don't you think it's just.. a tad too much?" Joe asked, shrugging and scratching the back of his head. He adjusted the button on his coat, looking up at us with wide-eyes.

"You don't like it?" He asked. "No, that's not what I meant .. I- Ryan will love it.." He simply said, earning a smile from Brendon. He walked up to us, bringing us into his embrace. "You guys are the best." "Our pleasure. it's what friend a do.." I said, patting his back. He pulled back, taking a look at both of us. He looked radiant, the light from the window made him look like he was glowing. "Shall we get going?" He asked. "We should probably call Ryan.." Joe was suddenly cut off. "Already done." he said, his eyes were full of excitement.

I simply shrugged and we began packing.

(Patrick's POV)

All I can see is darkness. But now I can hear the beeping of the heart monitor and the voice of the nurse on the intercom. But I don't want want open my eyes. I know Pete hates me. I love him so much, how could I be so stupid? Maybe I can just lay here forever. Maybe someone will think I'm dead and just.. bury me. Do they do that? They should.. ".. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I-I know yo-ou are going t-to be okay.. but th-the thought of l-losing you.. if you l-left me.. I kn-now I would-n't. I ju-ust.. can't lose y-ou!" I heard heavy breathing and the sound of someone .. crying. I felt my wrist being clamped onto. I know those hands, it held onto my hand and made my wrist cramp. Why is my hand all wet? Is he crying on me? Maybe is should open my eyes now, my loose hand couldn't help it. I need to comfort him in any way I can, I slowly squeezed his hand back. My hands took a minute to adjust to my over-relaxed muscles. I felt him jolt up and squeeze my hand tighter, releasing my wrist.