You had been seeing Pete behind Patrick's back. You were only there for the comfort he gave you. Recently, Patrick has been becoming distant. He never looked at you the same way. You and Pete never did anything serious. It was just cuddling, and small kisses. Sometimes it just didn't feel right with Pete's lips on yours. They weren't Patrick's. They mostly just held need. Pure need. It was a rough time, so you'd kiss back with that same amount of need. You came home one night from Pete's to see Patrick waiting for you.
"Hey baby." You said dropping your bag. He just looked at you.
"Where were you?" He asked.
"You know, just out." You lied.
"(Y/N), I saw you with him. I walked inside and saw the way he had you pressed up against the wall. Th-The way you ran your hands through his hair and the way his hands trailed up your shirt." You turned to look at Patrick who was ready to break down any minute.
"Patrick, I swear, it meant nothing. It's just, you haven't really been paying attention to me. I just needed something." You explained.
"But my best friend? Really (Y/N)? You should've talked to me about this. We could've worked this out." Patrick yelled.
"Patrick please! We still can work this out."
"No, (Y/N), we need to take a break. I'm just gonna leave now." Patrick grabbed a suitcase and walked out of the house. Out of your life.
