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The Pros And Cons Of Breathing (Petetrick)

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"Why?!" I scream. "You're back now! How can you throw those seven years away?! Do you even know how much I needed you three years ago?! How much I need you now?!"
Patrick turns back to me.
"Do you know you made my last two years at school living hell? I still look over my shoulder now waiting to be pushed to the ground and beaten until I'm coughing up blood!" 
I froze. "Patrick-"
"I hat the way you say my name!" He exploded, storming over to me. When he's within a metre of me he reached out and shoves my chest, making me fall back on the couch. "And I want to hate you just half as much as I hate myself!" 

When Patrick returns to town after four years away, every little piece of life Pete has worked so hard to put back together, is blown apart again. Patrick wasn't there when Pete needed him most, and now that he's back, he's not the same. There's a wall between them that never used to be there, and is preventing their friendship from ever going back to normal. When you're so bad for someone you need so much, whose sanity do you chose? Theirs, or yours?All Rights Reserved

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Patricksitting (Call It A Love Song) (Peterick) [by adellyna] by theacademyisnot

When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?" Link to the original story: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html

Worst Enemies ; Petekey, Ryden, Frerard by joetrohmans

Ever since preschool, Pete and Mikey were worst enemies. It started off as kicking down block towers and scribbling over drawings to full on rivalry - throwing punches and yelling insults. Gerard was eager to change this, and made friends with Pete's friendship group. As the two groups hung out every lunch, Pete and Mikey reckoned they were living in hell. But as a school project involved the two getting more time together, their opinions may change. Brendon was never the most thoughtful person. He was not particularly liked amongst the student body, he was known for ruining relationships and spreading nasty secrets. But he never really felt empathetic to these hurt people, not until he had managed to ruin his own relationship. As Brendon realised his life isn't quite complete without Ryan, he knew he needed to get him back. And try to be less self-centred.

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It Was Nice Knowing You Can Hold Coffee. (Book One) by ThatOneEmoWentz

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I Seem Like I'm Doing Alright (Peterick) by themightystumble

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One HELL of a good time (Peterick) by angeleyes-demonsoul

Patrick is a demon in hell, assigned to bring a little hell on Earth. Pete is on Earth, but with his life, he may as well be in hell maybe a demon is all he needs for his own kind of heaven TW//Self harm & mention of suicide/suicidal attempts cover art found in Google, credit to whoever drew that work of art, I only added words

Silence by PatrickkStumph

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