It's not a date. They agree on that before this whole not-date thing happens. It's actually not that bad. They laugh and eat and do end up moving to the blanket that's set up.

Patrick kind of lies down first before Pete puts his head on the hockey player's chest. Patrick combs his fingers through Pete's hair, scratching the scalp lightly, as they talk about nothing in particular.

It ranges from Mikey to Bob to Andy to Joe to hockey. The subject changing seems to come to a halt once hockey is brought up.

"I don't think I ever actually apologised for calling you a dick and running over you," Pete says suddenly, leaning up. Patrick looks into his eyes, filled with worry.

"S'okay, Pete, I swear," Patrick assures him, his hand lightly ghosting Pete's cheek as he speaks. "I'm actually glad you hit me with your shitty car," Patrick laughs. Pete's eyebrows furrow.

"Why?" He asks.

"I'd have never met you if it weren't for me jaywalking and you running me over," Patrick says. Pete smiles slowly.

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Patrick," Pete says, eyes glistening in the moonlight. He looks fucking perfect, Patrick thinks, lips curved into that beautiful smile showing off his pearly whites.

Patrick feels.. guilty. Here this gorgeous man is apologising to him about something that was actually his own fault in the first place, while just a month ago Patrick had paid Mikey to leave. Sure, Pete is happy now, but Patrick can't help but think that maybe things would be different if Mikey was still here.

Patrick realises Pete's leaning in to him, eyes flickering to Patrick's lips before they meet his eyes and rest on his lips again. Patrick pushes him away at the last second.

"I can't do this, Pete," His hand rests on Pete's chest again, prepared to push him away if he tries to move in.

"What?" Pete asks, eyes wide. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted this," He says frantically. Patrick sighs.

"I want you as much as you want me, but I have something to confess," Patrick says. He scoots away from Pete just a little, prepared for Pete to throw a punch or two at him. Pete's nervous, tapping his fingers on his thigh as he waits for Patrick to tell him what's keeping the two of them apart.

"Out with it!" Pete finally says when Patrick sits there silent for at least a good minute.

"I, uh," Is all Patrick can say, scratching the back of his head. Pete sits there, arms now crossed across his chest as he waits. And waits. "I, umm," Patrick repeats again, trying to find the right words. Pete's getting annoyed now.

"Patrick," He snaps, a warning tone in his voice. Patrick finally sighs and looks at his feet.

"I paid Mikey to leave," He mumbles. Pete hears every word, eyes widening in surprise.

"You.." Is all Pete can say. He just stares at Patrick.

"I'm sorry, Pete,"

"Why? Why the fuck would you do that?" Pete finally says. His tone isn't angry. It's more disappointed. Patrick
would rather Pete throw a fit and try to kill him than to be disappointed, honestly.

"I was jealous," He says honestly. Pete shakes his head, a scary smile on his face.

"While you have Bob," Pete asks for confirmation. Patrick nods. "You can't do that shit, Patrick," Pete tells him.

"I know,"

"You have someone, while I'm alone and crushing so hard on you I can't see straight. And just when I think I'm getting over you, you make my boyfriend fucking up and leave," Pete says. Patrick nods. When Pete puts it that way, Patrick seems like a terrible person.

"I'm sorry," Patrick tries. Pete just shakes his head and stands up, brushing imaginary dirt off of his ass.

"Sorry isn't fixing this one, Patrick," Pete says before climbing back through the window, leaving Patrick where he is.

--

The next day, Patrick wakes up on the roof, a pain in his lower back, neck, and chest area. The one he's most certain will hurt the most, though, is the one in the chest where his broken heart sits, barely beating.

He walks downstairs to see Andy and Joe having breakfast at the bar thing. He sits down beside them, thanking Frank when he presents a glass of orange juice and some toast.

"Where's Pete?" He asks Andy and Joe, who turn to look at him as he speaks.

"He left," Andy says nonchalantly, like it's not a big deal. Patrick's mouth drops wide open. He jumps up out of his chair.

"What?" He yells loudly. Joe looks frightened by Patrick's tone of voice. Andy stands and puts a finger to Patrick's chest.

"He left. That was a low move, man, even for you," He says. "Joe and I are gonna take a little vacation, as are the rest of the staff. You're going to stay here and think about what you've done,"

Patrick sits back down, a deflated look on his face. Pete's gone, and everyone else he communicates with is going to be in a matter of hours. Andy and Joe go upstairs, looks of disappointment easy to read on each of their attractive features.

"Dammit, Wentz, what are you doing to me?" Patrick mutters to himself as he sits down and picks at his toast.

Andy and Joe make it upstairs before Joe asks, "Don't you think you were a little too harsh on him, babe?"

"He deserved it," Andy says, quick to defend himself. Joe frowns at Andy. "I mean, maybe. It just pisses me off that he'd do that to Pete when all he wants to do is play games with him,"

"Love does things to a man, Andy," Joe says, throwing his arms around Andy's neck. "Before I came, you fucked a different person every night. Now here I am, and you're a loyal little fiancé," Joe kisses his nose.

"I can't wait to marry you, princess," Andy says, smiling widely at him.

"Don't call me princess," Joe says immediately. Andy smirks.

"Whatever you say, doll,"

okay so wow andy just went all mom on patrick and the peterick was there for point two seconds so squint and you might see it