Pete was asked days later to write a eulogy for Patrick's funeral. He agreed, although refused to read it aloud. He would place it on Patrick's coffin and go back to crying in Andy's chest.

They never found the guy that choked Patrick. Pete was pissed.

Pete did not, however, kill himself. He knew that Patrick would be disappointed in him if he did. And he couldn't stand that. Even if he was dead.

Pete graduated as valedictorian instead of salutatorian because Patrick passed away before graduation. That's right, the bad boy and the used-to-be popular boy were the smartest two in the grade.

Pete declined to speak in front of both schools. No, Pete didn't kill himself, but he did shut everyone out and keep to himself.

He atrended online college for four years and got a degree in something he can't even recall. Law, maybe. But he wrote a book, instead.

A book about the great Patrick Stump and what he was all about. Well, he might have made up a few things, but he didn't leave out that his piercing blue eyes and hair to match. Or the lip, nose, and eyebrow rings.

Patrick Stump was one of the most gorgeous men to walk this earth. Behind Jesus Christ himself and David Beckham.

His book stayed on the bestseller list for months, but Pete never went on a book tour, signed an autograph, or took a picture with a fan. He refused when his publisher asked.

I wish I could tell you that Pete, somehow, made a spiritual connection with Patrick, who then told him to stop sulking and go find someone to love you unconditionally. But nothing happened afterwards. Not to Pete, at least.

Andy and Joe got married. Pete did not attend. Andy and Joe adopted and had a party. Pete did not attend.

But Andy and Joe never really lost contact with Pete until one day long in the future. When they were in their thirties. Pete just stopped answering phone calls and text messages.

Turns out, he accidentally overdosed on his anxiety pills. Because he'd been having too many attacks lately, and while in one, he took two pills.

Which turned into somewhere around forty a day. It killed him slowly but surely.

Andy cried for hours, Joe trying to comfort him. And then it was the other way around.

Two amazing people died, and two amazing people lived on to tell the story of Patrick and Pete, the star crossed lovers who ran out of time.

And to think it all started with a dick pic.

wow, way to fucking go, me.

I'm an idiot sometimes.

but this is so sad.

I love you all so much.

as always,

stay rad as hell,

bay xx.

fin.