//PATRICKS POV\\

We have been at this party for about an hour now. I must say, it's quite a turn out. Well over 500 people showed up. Kinda nice.

Sierra is in the bathroom right now, leaving me to mingle. I'm not the best at that. Lets face it, I'm a shy, short, little dude.

I sat quietly at one of the tables that framed the dance floor, stirring the straw in my Sprite. I don't like drinking at parties. Don't ask why.

"YO STUMP!" I hear a voice come from behind me. I turn my head to see a very drunk Brendon Urie. One hand leaning on a chair, the other grasping a half full bottle of Dos Equis.

"Sup, Urie?" I laughed. The dude's a happy drunk, and its funny as hell. He's basically laughing his ass off the entire time and then he gets extra hasty during the hangovers.

"Watcha doin'?" He asked in a loud voice, causing a few heads to turn. He stumbled into the seat next to me, slipping a bit beer on the floor.

"Nothing." I sighed. It was true. I wasn't really doing anything other than watching the people dance mindlessly to "Still Into You." By Paramore.

"You know what?" Brendon was laughing hysterically now, for no reason at all. Just being drunk Brendon Boyd Urie.

"What?" I challenged. God, it's like talking to a five year old who had missed his nap and was tired as hell.

"I think Sierra is cheating on you." He giggled. His hair flopped over his forehead now, because the gel had given out.

"Why would you think that?" I suddenly became defensive. She would never do that. She's sweet, funny, talented, and amazingly beautiful.

"Turn your head, bro." He sighed, gesturing to my right. All signs of him being drunk completely vanished as I turned my head. The look on my face changed to utter terror as I was greeted by the sight of Sierra, in the corner of the room, making out with some guy that I've never met before.

"BRENDON!" I heard the familiar voice of Dallon Weekes come from behind us. I sidnt lift my head and Brendon wouldn't take his eyes off of me.

"What, Dal?" Brendon's voice was still slurred, but other than that, he was being a completely normal friend of mine right now.

"You were drunk. You left. We didn't know where you went. Spencer and I came looking for you." Dallon responded. His voice rang with the slightest time of hostility.

"Not the time." Brendon shit back, his trembling hands gesturing towards me. I didn't realize until now that I was sobbing.

"Patrick? What's up?" Dallon's voice softened tremendously. He slowly took the seat next to me.

"It doesn't matter. it never did." I mumbled. My head was pounding. "Just will anyone tell Sierra to get out of my house and get out of my goddamn life!" I stood up quickly and ran out the back.

"Woah! Patrick?" Shit. Frank. I looked up at him. He was staring at me with a look of worry. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled before giving him a slight smile and walking past him.

I was almost out the back door when I bumped into someone. I looked up and noticed it was Pete blocking the doorway. It was pretty much all of them. Pete, Andy, Joe, Dallon, Brendon, Spencer, Ryan((not over him and never will be)), Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Bob, Hayley, Taylor, and Jeremy. Pete stepped forward. "Turn around, sit down and tell us what's going on."

--a/n--

Jeez it's been a long time.

I'm doing a COLLAB with my friend YoursTrulyTheElement and our acc is xPanicAtTheFallOutx IT WILL BE UP SOON!!!

This is moving a little fast..... humph

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-Emily aka Foblvr