(shit's going down in this chapter, just a warning.)

((also, i have a new peterick teacher/teacher coming out soon. check it out??))

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
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It is Saturday, and Pete and I are hanging out (A/N: CUE THE ME & PETE IN THE WAKE OF SATURDAY JOKES) with Andy and Joe.

Actually, we're supposed to be doing band practise, but Joe and Andy can't stop sucking faces long enough for anything. "Guys, come on. There's plenty of time after practise for you to fuck each other," Pete complains. I sigh and throw my hands up when Andy flips us off. "Fuck this," Pete says.

He grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him, attaching his mouth to mine. I put my arms around his neck as he fumbles with my zipper.

"I'm going to fuck Patrick right here if you guys don't stop," I feel my cheeks heat up as he gets my zipper down. Joe and Andy jump away from each other. "Knew that would work," Pete whispers in my ear, pecking my lips once more.

"Okay," I say to myself, re-zipping my pants. "Okay,"

"Now, let's work on the new one," I roll my eyes at the name of the song. 'I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me' isn't exactly catchy, and none of us except for Pete knew what it was written about.

"I found the cure to growing older, and you're the only place that feels like home. Wait, stop," I sing but instantly stop. "Pete, what's this song about?" He looks at his feet, refusing to answer me.

"Pete, man, tell us," Andy says, patting his back. He flinches away. Andy looks alarmed by that.

"Pete, baby, what's wrong?" I whisper in his ear, and he jumps away from me.

"Get away from me! All of you!" He yells, running up the stairs.

Andy, Joe, and I all share a weird look before racing up the stairs after him. By the time we get up there, my front door is wide open, and his car is gone.

"Shit," I curse, sitting down on the couch with my hands in my head. Andy sits next to me, patting (A/N Patricking oh my gosh these are so cheesy, don't mind me) my shoulder.

"Dude, calm down. I know where he went," Andy tells me. I look at him, waiting for answer. "When he gets stressed, he goes to the field to take out his anger," I get up and grab my car keys.

I hear Joe ask, "Where's he going?" as I walk out of the door. Hopefully, Pete went to the field. Even though I live in West Chicago, ECH isn't that far from my house.

I drive in silence, but my mind is yelling all kinds of different things at me.

Where's Pete?

You're the worst boyfriend ever.

He hates you.

"Ugh," I yell, banging my hands on the steering wheel. I've got to stop thinking like this if I don't want to end up in that ditch.

Finally, I pull into ECH. I let out a sigh of relief as I see Pete's car. Parking next to it, I run to the field. Pete's shirtless (surprise, surprise), trying to throw a ball in the air and then hit it.

I pick up a ball as I approach him. "Maybe I can help?" He looks at me but doesn't say anything. "Pete?" I say.

"I'm so sorry, Patrick," He runs to my arms. I hold him, my eyes wide. "You hate me. Or you're going to,"

"Whoa, Pete, calm down. What happened?" He pulls away from me, and I can see that he was crying from the tears stains on his cheeks.

"Patrick.." He starts off shakily before breaking down into sobs.

"Pete, sweetie," I hug him again, but he pushes me away.

"Stop it! You're making me feel guilty," I furrow my eyebrows.

"Pete, what the hell are you going on about?" I ask because he's really scaring me now.

"Patrick, I c-cheated on you," He chokes on that.. that fucking word. My eyes go wide. I swallow and rub my eyes. This has to be a dream. A fucked up dream but a dream nonetheless, right? Nope, I'm still here.

I scoot away from Pete, and I can feel him get closer to me. "Don't fucking touch me, you asshole," He sobs again.

"'Rick, it didn't mean anything," He tries, but I shake my head.

"Shut the fuck up, Pete. Stop calling me that," I get up to walk away, but he stops me. "Pete, stop," I clench my fists beside me.

"No, this isn't all my fault!" He yells. I feel my nostrils flare because I'm so fucking pissed. "Maybe if you weren't pushing me away, we wouldn't be in this mess. So, yeah, I fucked Mikey Way,"

Breathing suddenly becomes harder as I push him away and walk to my car. "Fuck you, asshole," I call out, flipping him off before getting in my car and driving off. Holy smokes, what just happened?

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"I can't believe Pete did that," Joe says, but Andy shakes his head next to him.

"I can," Andy says, pulling me in for a hug. "It's okay, Patrick. We're here for you," I hug him back as I try not to cry.

"What about the band?" Joe asks. Andy hits him. "Babe, that hurt!" He whines.

"No, it's okay. Just give me a little while to get over him. I'm not ruining everyone's chance at fame because of this," I tell them.

"Are you sure? No one's going to make you do this," Andy reassures me.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I can deal. Besides, it'll be a real punch to the face if I get a new boyfriend, won't it?" Andy smiles, and Joe high-fives me.

"That's my Patrick," He ruffles my hair. I haven't been wearing hats as much since Pete and I started dating. He had a thing for my hair. Fuck that, though. Trusty hats are making a comeback.

Andy and Joe left after that, leaving me to sulk alone. I couldn't even watch Orange Is the New Black without thinking about him.

After trying (and failing miserably) to find a new show on Netflix, I gave up and trudged up the stairs. My dad should be home sometime soon. He's been gone for, like, a month on a 'business' trip. I don't know why he can't just tell me about his new girlfriend.

I sob into my pillow for about an hour before thinking if what happened was really my fault. It probably was. Everything is.

'Your mother and I are getting divorced because of you,'

'We lost because of you,'

'I fucked Mikey Way because of you,'

I'm such a fuck up.

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THIS IS PROBABLY SHORTER THAN THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS BECAUSE IT KILLED ME TO BREAK THEM UP FML

but a break up means a make up sooo yeah

prob not any time soon, but still