"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my sister's son, uh... Darren." "Nephew then. Weird. He looks like Dallon." *Completed*

❝ my head's in heaven, my soles are in hell; so let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well ❞ Patrick's just a kid that has big dreams- big, meaning, he wants to make it big in the music world. He knows how to play, like, fifty instruments and he's been taking voice lessons to help with his already great voice. Though, there are a few problems. One of them being he gets stage fright easily, another being his parents are crazy religious and wouldn't approve of it. He mentioned it once and they sent him to a private lutheran school. Now, the only way he can come close to expressing himself is through praise band- even then he holds himself back to the point of sounding mediocre, but just good enough to be better than the other people that auditioned. Enter Pete Wentz and Brendon Urie- both having an eye on Patrick, but being at an incredibly homophobic school isn't exactly great for that. - - - - - - peterick, brentrick au third person cover by @hemmototoro

Pete felt like he had to protect Patrick from the world and Patrick just thought Pete was kind of interesting. That was it, there wasn't much else to it. But then Patrick invites Pete to hang out with him and his friends during spring break and things quickly change.

This title is pretty self explanatory. Just a warning; this is super sad. Possible triggers