"Patrick Stump, an interview?" An new reporter says, practically shoving a microphone down his throat. He nods and stops, laughing when Pete bumps into the back of him.

"Yeah, sure," Patrick says. Bob and Brendon run ahead, leaving Pete to help Patrick stay balanced. He has one hand on Patrick's lower back, the other on his shoulder.

"Is it true that you were hit by a car?" She asks him. He laughs and nods.

"I was, actually. It was my fault, though, for jaywalking," Patrick assures her. Pete smiles from behind him at Patrick finally admitting it was his own fault.

"Are you disappointed that you won't be playing with the Flyers this season?" She asks. Patrick nods.

"A little, but hey, if I do get to play with them next season, at least I'll be more careful, huh?" Patrick says, forcing a laugh. Pete can tell it's forced. He suddenly feels way worse for hitting Patrick with his car.

"Finally, is this man behind you your boyfriend?" She asks. Patrick's eyes widen, as do Pete's before they both shake their heads.

"I'm actually engaged to Bob Bryar," He says. She laughs and congratulates him, while Pete stays still. His lungs have suddenly stopped remembering to hold air. And, no, he's not going to have a panic attack in front of all these paps.

As they walk away, Pete whispers, still smiling and barely breathing, "You're engaged to that dick?"

"Shut up, Pete," Patrick says as they go by a bunch of flashing cameras. His avoidance of the question doesn't make Pete any better. He's breathing rough and jagged, and he's sure that all of the people they past know it. Know that he has a huge soft spot for the asshole that he ran over.

"Is that your new boyfriend?"

"No comment," Patrick says, still smiling as they make their way to the doors.

"Who is that, Patrick?"

"No comment," He repeats. They get closed in on as they reach the door. Pete tries to keep Patrick moving, but he can't when everyone is in his way.

"Move over," Pete yells, basically out of breath. They all move so Patrick and Pete can make their way through. Once they're inside and away from the awful paps, Pete asks again, "You're engaged to Bob?"

"Actually, no. It's a publicity stunt," Patrick explains. Pete can finally breathe again, as if his lungs are finally deciding to not be pieces of shit and want to work so he can live. Like he's been without air for days, he's suddenly gasping for it.

Patrick gives him a strange look before pulling an inhaler out of his front pocket. He grabs on to Pete's shoulder with one hand, the other tipping Pete's chin up. Pete breathes in the air twice before Patrick pockets the inhaler.

"You alright, buddy?" Patrick asks, running a hand through Pete's hair. Pete nods, leaning against Patrick, forehead pressed into the crook of the latter's neck. He breathes in the sweet scent. Patrick, somehow, manages to keep balance on one foot as he cards his fingers through Pete's hair.

"So," Pete says once he's calmed down a little, "I have panic attacks,"

"I could tell. Tell someone next time, alright?" Patrick says. Pete nods.

"And, uh, Patrick?" Pete asks. Patrick turns back to him.

"Yeah?" He answers. Pete kisses his cheek, maybe a little too close to his mouth.

"Thank you," He says shyly before walking ahead. Patrick smiles to himself, feeling his face heat up before catches up with Pete. [I might have just used my own username as a joke I'm NOT EVEN SORRY]

--

"That was the worst movie I've ever seen, honestly," Andy says as they walk out of the theatre. Pete nods.

"You're fucking telling me," He says. Patrick's eyes widen.

"It wasn't that bad, you guys," Joe says, attempting to keep Patrick at least a little happy.

"What kind of fucking screenwriter gets you all attached to a character that ends up dying in nine eleven afterwards?" Andy asks him. Patrick shakes his head.

"I can't believe you guys. Bob worked hard on this movie for six months. It wasn't that bad," Patrick tries.

"'Rick, man, I'm sorry. It was terrible," Pete confirms. Patrick just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Fuck all you guys. I'm going to talk to Bob," He basically hops away with his crutches, obviously still not having gotten that down pat yet.

"Someone's bitchy today," Andy mumbles under his breath. Pete nods in agreement.

"He was actually nice earlier. Admitted it wasn't my fault he got hit by my car during an interview," Pete says. Andy shakes his head, letting out a laugh.

"That's 'cause he's fucking Bob tonight, Pete," Andy says. Pete's mouth drops open.

"You're joking," Pete says, gasping when Andy just shakes his head, a serious look on his face.

"Nope. Patrick's a sucker for Bob. I'm surprised you haven't learned that yet," Andy says. "Patrick's been fucked exactly one time,"

"By who?" Pete asks. Andy turns bright red when he asks. Joe and Pete gasp loudly.

"We were drunk, he's hot as hell, I fucked him," Andy explains. Pete just shakes his head. "We were in high school, both experiencing with our sexualities. He wanted to lose his virginity but didn't know if he wanted to top or bottom. I made it easy by sticking my dick up his ass,"

"Savage, damn," Pete comments. Joe laughs.

"Hey, I'm not the bad guy here. If Patrick was on top of you, begging to be fucked so hard he couldn't walk the next day, wouldn't you fuck him?" Andy asks. Joe actually nods, earning a slap to the back of the head from his 'not boyfriend'.

"Actually, no," Pete says. "I'm the sluttiest bottom you'll ever meet,"

And Andy's mouth drops wide fucking open as Joe snorts loudly.

"So could he walk the next day?" Joe asks later as the two of them are lying in bed, his head on Andy's chest.

"You want to find out?"

sooooo patrick and andy fucked. well, andy fucked patrick. fuck your logic. in andtrick, andy always tops.

anyways the trohley is also strong. andy tops there too.

there was a srsly cute peterick moment like if you squint to see it you actually might catch a glimpse.

patrick's going to fuck bob tonight. with a dislocated knee. damn. savage.

and andy, my baby, is actually hilarious and a top so.