(A/N: OH MY GOD. I am SO sorry for not updating, I've been REALLY busy for the past month or so. I WILL start updating more often for a few weeks, we broke up for Easter a few days ago. Happy Easter everyone!)

We wake up late the next day. And when I say late, I mean like twelve noon for me, and about half three for Patrick. Which, to be honest, is probably early for him. He never appears to surface any time before noon.

After our little... Episode last night, I'm actually still quite tired. But you know. I can deal with that.

When I wake up, as I just said, it's about half noon, so I just get up, shower and then play computer games for like two and a half hours. To be fair, I have played them for much longer before. Like this one Halloween, me and Honey played horror games from like seven in the evening to nine in the morning. Not even kidding. I could barely sleep afterwards.

At around half three, I feel a pair of small arms hug my waist. Usually this would be sweet, but I'm currently playing Five Nights At Freddy's and so it's actually quite terrifying. I squeal a little and quickly turn around, but it's just Patrick, laughing at me. I smack his hand away.

"Naughty Patrick! This is scary," I say, turning back to the game, only to find that I have already been attacked by Freddy. Probably my fault for using up all the power. "Oh great. Didn't even get past the second night."

"Aww, sorry sugar. Did I distract you?"

"Yeah, you and your adorableness. Jeez, I thought one of the animatronics from FNAF was getting me." I roll my eyes at him, but I'm not really annoyed.

Patrick yawns and sits next to me. "Oh damn, this game gives me the creeps."

"It's an indie jumpscare game, what do you expect?" I ask, restarting the game.

"True. Anyway, how long have you been up?"

"About three hours. You wake up really late when I don't disturb you."

"Nah, you always disturb me somehow."

I roll my eyes again. "Har har."

"Anyway, how are you?"

I consider his question. "Tired and slightly creeped out. Yourself?"

"Good. And how are you tired, what time did you wake up?"

"Like half twelve."

His eyes widen. "Dude, that's really not late."

"Uhh. Yes it is? Just because you don't even surface before, well, never." He chuckles.

"I only experience morning if I have to."

"You should put that on a T-shirt." I briefly pause for a moment before asking hi wow hung that's been on my mind for a while.

"Patrick?" He looks up.

"Yeah..?"

I bite my lip and then go for it. "Are you sure you're up for this live stream thing?"

Patrick looks at me for a moment before saying, "What do you mean?"

I give him a look. This is a stalling strategy, and we both know it. He knows exactly what I mean.

He sighs. "I don't know. I think so. At least... I hope so."

That was not the answer I was looking for. I go over to him and gently put my hands on his waist. "You know that we won't make you do anything you don't want. Me and the guys, we just want what makes you happy."

He shakes his head. "No. I'm sick of hiding. I can't hide away in this place all my life, no matter how scared I am." Patrick holds his chin up in defiance. "I think I owe myself more than that."

I nod. "You sure? You can back out any time." Half of me is hoping that he'll take the risk and do it. The other half of me is hoping he won't want to after all, so he'll be safe. I don't know which one is more selfish.

Either way, this isn't about me, or even the band. This is about Patrick.

He hesitates for a moment, but then shakes his head again, looking determined. "No. I won't. I'm gonna show the world who I really am." And with that, he turns away, going over to the kitchen area before pausing and turning back. "Also, I really need to start paying my rent."

Later that day, Pete comes over. Joe was also going to come over, but according to Pete, Miya took one look at Joe's room, called him a "messy little whatsit" and refused to let him leave their apartment until his room was tidy. Pete shakes his head at the memory.

"I swear, she's like his mother more than his girlfriend."

"That sounds slightly disturbing," Patrick remarks.

"Whatever. But he probably needs it. I mean, he's messy as hell. If we didn't have Miya, I think we'd have all died of disease or something by now."

I laugh. "So what sort of arrangements were you planning for the live stream?" I ask. Pete nods.

"Me and Joe were brainstorming this morning. We called Andy too, seems like he agrees too." He takes out his notebook. "Right, so we were thinking, we have like a short opening video, then we play like some of the hits-"

Patrick interrupts. "We have hits?"

Pete looks up. "Apparently. Anyway, so we play some of the hits, you know, Sugar, Dance, Dance, Arms Race, Where Is Your Boy, ect. Then we stop playing, we take a break, like fifteen minutes, so we're not like dripping with sweat, then talk on camera for a bit."

Patrick squirms a little in his seat. "So what exactly does that involve?"

He smiles reassuringly at him. "Nothing majorly... Major. Introduce ourselves, talk a bit, you know. Andy was thinking that we could take questions from our Twitter account, YouTube, that kinda thing. Would that be ok with you?"

Patrick slowly nods. "Yeah, that's ok with me. What else?"

Pete shrugs. "Nothing much, really. We thought that'd be all we'd do the first time around."

Patrick looks slightly scared. "The first time around? You mean.... There's gonna be more?"

Pete bites his lip. "I dunno. Depends how it goes. Just bear in mind, 'Trick, you've never gotta do something you don't want to. You know that, right?"

And although Patrick's nodding now, I'm scared he doesn't.