"Patrick! You're wasting your life on computer science!" Pete yelled, but in a light hearted kinda way. "No Peter, I'm not changing my studies for a class that I know little to nothing about." He said as he packed his things. "Please, you are too good not to be an artist...and you're smart...and creative, sexy..." Pete said slightly seductive and pouting.

"What does my 'sexiness' have to do with anything?" Pete wrapped his arms around the blondes hips and pulling him closer as he rested his face in his neck; Patrick blushed as he did. "Baby, it has everything to do with it.." He bit his lip and grinned.

"You Peter-" He sighed. "...I have to go, don't make a mess please" He said as he pushed away from him; Pete nodded as Patrick headed to the door.

"Hey wait angel!" Patrick turned to him. "Yes Peter?" He said softly. "I love yooou!" He said, Patrick smiled. "I love you too Peter" Pete quickly ran to the door as Patrick turned to leave. He grabbed Patrick's arm and pulled him to his chest; placing his index and thumb on the smaller man's chin, and kissing him deeply.

Patrick's heart beat faster, he'd been so shoked by that, he'd been so deeply in love with that kiss. "Have a good day lovey" Pete smiled. "You too Petey." Patrick said quietly and left.

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Patrick could hear loud music fom all the way at the end of the hall way. He could tell there was a party happening; he'd have to call in a few hours and ask for them to stop partying so he could sleep, but the closer he got to his dorm the louder the music, and the louder the music the more he realized it came from his dorm.

He opened the door to reveal a ridiculous amount of people for a small dorm room, he was furrious; he'd never been so angry. "PETE!!" He yelled. He walked to the source of the music and turned it off; everyone stared at him, or whined that he turned off. Pete came in a few seconds later to see Patrick full of rage.

"Patrick I-" Pete bagan, but was quickly cut off by Patrick. "Save it Peter! Get all these people out right now!" Patrick yelled, he began to walk to his room when he ran into a fimilar stranger. His eyes widened when they landed on him, on his

Dark eyes.

Dark hair.

Tall.

Pale.

Mosterous face.

"I missed you." Dallon said softly as he caressed his soft face. Patrick's breath hitched; he was terrifide. "I can't wait to see you again....Angel.." He shoved past him quickly; going to his room and slaming it. He locked it to make sure IT wouldn't get in, how dare he use Pete's pet name for him.

He sat in the corner sobbing in terror. He wouldn't sleep again if he could help it, he restained that man from ever seeing him again. Why was he here? Why did Pete invite him? He felt so hurt and betrayed by Pete, he thought he'd never hurt him again.

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Long after everyone left; Pete walked up to Patrick's door and knocked. No answer, he wasn't suprised. "Please Patrick, I'm so sorry...I didn't- I didn't think you'd mind if I had a small party. It got out of control and i'm so sorry for that. Please let me in.." He tried the door shortly after, but it was locked. He became worried. He began to bang on it; yelling "Patrick please open the door!"

Patrick opened the door, his arms covered in his own blood from self mutilation, he was also covered in his own tears as he fell into Pete's arms. He was dizzy from swallowing too many of Pete's Ativan. He might die, and he was okay with that, but Pete wasn't. He picked the blonde up in his arms bridal style and grabbed his keys.

This was that night again, the night were Patrick cut to deep and almost died because of what he said about him behind his back. Pete wasn't a very good person, at least that's what he thought. He had to get Patrick to stop tring to kill himself, or he'll eventually end up dying.

"Don't fell bad for the suicidal cats

Gotta kill themselves nine times

before they get it right"

Something his grandfather told him, not that he lived by that. It was extremely morbid, and the last think he wanted to do was lose Patrick, he was starting to have feeling for him and without him he'd- he didn't know what he'd do, did he even know him well enough to say that? Maybe after all this blew over he'd get to know Patrick better, if he could stop crying, and if Patrick didn't die on him.

Pete took Patrick to a diffrent hospital, so they wouldn't diagnose him crazy and take him away. He quickly got out and rushed Patrick inside begging and screaming for help. They brought a gurney quickly as they could and placed Patrick down. Pete wanted to follow, he wanted to make sure he wouldn't die, but he was stopped by a doctor.

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He waited, he waited for hours. He must be doing fine, if it took this long it must have meant that he is still alive! Pete was trying to think positive because at the moment he felt as if he'd lost his life, he couldn't help but feel like this was all his fault. That he was going to grow old and he's never forget about the man he killed. He also couldn't stop sobbing over Patrick, he was nervos. So angry.

"Mr. Wentz?" A doctor called to him. He looked up quickly then stood. "Yes, that's me!". "We got him stable, he's fine. We thought we lost him." Pete didn't know how to respond so he asked "Can I see him please?" The doctor nodded and walked him to Patrick's room.

Patrick looked dead, it made Pete's heart hurt a little. His angel laying in a hosipital bed didn't feel right. The man deserved to be happy, he needed to let go whatever he was carrying. The doctor left Pete alone with Patrick. Pete held his hand softly so he wouldn't hurt him, but still have the satifaction of holding him.

Patrick's eyes flutered open looking at Pete. "I-i'm sorry" Patrick said. He began to cry, it made Pete cry too but not as much as Patrick. "Please don't cry my angel. Please don't cry." Pete kissed his head. "I know, I know life is hard but i'm here for you, I love and care about you." Pete held the man in his arms as he sobbed. He kissed Patrick as he cried, he wanted Patrick not to feel so sad anymore.

Patrick kissed him back as his tears streamed. He was the first to pull away, Pete dried his eyes. "I love you.." Pete said sofltly and smiled slightly at him. "I love you too..." Patrick said back.

Pete cuddled with Patrick on the hospital bed. He played with Patrick's hair, and Patrick rubbed Pete's tattoos with his fingers. They both didn't sleep, they both couldn't sleep. Patrick worried over Dallon, and Pete worried over Patrick. Without a single word being shared between them they new they had grown closer somehow.