Pete woke up to a sound of a beep noise. He went to lift his right hand to rub his eye but was stopped by a piece of metal digging into his wrist.

"What the fuck?" He said with a raspy voice. He looked to see his hand was handcuffed to the bed. He then noticed the IV in his arm and the heart monitor by him.

"I wouldn't move so much if I was you" Pete turned to the voice to see a Gabe.

"What's going on? Why am I in the hospital?" Pete asked.

"The cops got a call from a room by yours and Patrick's. They had to bust the door down and found you knocked out. You almost died from a overdose. Hayley is beyond pissed right now she's heading over here" Gabe explained.

"And I'm here" Pete looked towards the door to see a angry Hayley. Gabe got up and left since he didn't want to interfere with their conversation. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I don't know? Can I get this handcuff off?" Pete asked.

"No cause you are arrested at the moment."

"What the fuck! They can't arrest me!" Pete yelled pissed off.

"Yes they can Peter. You had a lot of illegal drugs on you. Where is Patrick by the way?" Hayley asked as she sat down in the uncomfortable chair.

"He's gone" Pete said looking at his left hand.

"What do you mean he's gone?" She asked confused.

"I told him to leave. He's better off without me"

"Is this you telling me you guys are separating" Pete just stayed quiet. "I thought you guys were doing good"

"We fucking weren't! Okay! I got him hooked on all these drugs and he had so much potentially and I ruined him. I made him miserable" Pete yelled.

"Did he say he was miserable?" Hayley asked with a calm voice.

"No" Hayley made a face that pretty much said, 'you are so stupid' "Why did you make that face?"

"Cause he didn't say he wasn't happy. Maybe he truly was happy with you. You can't just assume things, Peter." She stood up and start walking to the door. "I'm gonna try to get the cops off your back so you can get home"

Pete laid there wondering if his publicist was right. Of course she was but he didn't want to admit it.
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Patrick had finally gotten to Chicago and to his home. He walked in and headed to the bedroom and laid back on the bed. He knew he had no clothes at this house so he would have to stop at his mom's.

He left the house and took the short journey to his mom's. When he got there he knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.

"Patrick! How have you been dear?" She said hugging her son.

"I've been so so. I just wanted to get a change of clothes" he told her.

"Oh of course. Your clothes are still up in your room" he nodded and went upstairs to his childhood room. He went and quickly changed to the ripped jeans and red baggy shirt. He really did lose weight.

He went back downstairs to see his mom in the living room.

"I made you a sandwich dear. You left before I could give you it last time. Of course I made a new one for you"

"Thanks mom." He said as he sat down.

"Is Pete okay? I heard he's in the hospital" she said.

"Um I don't really know what's going on" Patricia instantly knew something was wrong with her son.

"What's wrong dear?" She asked with her motherly voice.

"We broke up" Patrick said finally crying. She pulled Patrick into a hug and he just cried.

"How did that happen dear? I thought you guys were doing good. Wait a minute!" She pulled him out of the hug and looked him in the eyes. "Was if cause of that Mikey guy?"

"No mom. It's cause its been a year"

"What? I'm completely confused. What do you mean it's been a year, Rick?"

Patrick then started to explain everything to his mom. About how this was all fake. It was just for Pete to get publicity. About how he left Jason and how he got hooked on the drugs. About everything he did for Pete cause he ended up falling in love with him. How Pete pretend to love him back just so he can get sex. About the abuse. Everything.

She just nodded and listen. Deep down she was furious. She couldn't understand why Pete would do that to her son.

Patrick soon decided that he should go. He had to get back to LA to get his things. Now that he knew Pete was in the hospital he wouldn't have to deal with seeing him.

*Time Skip*
Patrick landed in LA and took the trip to his now old home. He used his key and walked into the empty house. He went up stairs and started packing. He went into the music room and started looking for his favorite records to take.

Pete saw the car in his driveway and instantly knew who it was. He walked in and saw the few bags by the door. The day he was dreading came sooner then he thought.

He went up stairs and he heard music. It sounded familiar. He can easily play the bass line. He knew it was the song they had performed together. He looked into the room to see Patrick just sitting there listening.

He looked so perfect to Pete with the light hitting him just right. He just looked so concentrate on the music. He also looked thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about?" Pete said causing Patrick to look towards him.

"Nothing that you should care about" he stopped the music and started to log out of the computer. "Not like you ever cared" he said as he started packing his laptop.

"Don't say that Trick"

"Why?" He turned around and face him. "It's true right? You never cared about me."

Pete just stood there. "That's what I thought" he turned back to his laptop. "I mean of course it is. You said it to my fucking face practically. What was the words exactly? Oh wait I remember. I was nothing but a warm mouth to you."

While Patrick was rambling, Pete walked towards him without him knowing. He put his hand on his hips and ghostly put his lips on Patrick's neck. Patrick froze and let Pete kiss his neck.

"Not true. Never was." Pete slowly moved one of his hands into the front of Patrick's pants. "Actually maybe it was slightly true. You have a lovely mouth"

Patrick gasped at the feeling of Pete's hand wrapping around his dick. He found himself leaning back against Pete as he started moving his hand.

"You are such a fucking asshole" Patrick gasped out.

"You love me" Pete whispered in his ear.

"The question is do you love me?" Patrick asked. Pete just kept moving his hand. Patrick was done.

"Stop" Patrick said. Of course Pete didn't. "Knock it the fuck off!" Patrick roughly pulled Pete's hand out of his pants.

"I'm not doing this anymore Peter!"

"Why not? I mean obviously you want to cause you're fucking hard right now"

"I don't want to have sex with someone who doesn't love me! That's fucking why not!" Patrick yelled.

"You did it for a fucking year" Pete said with a smirk.

Patrick pretty much marched up to him and slapped him really hard.

"You are such an asshole. You always have lead me on. Maybe that's why Ashley and Mikey left you. All due to the fact that you don't love anyone. Just yourself."

He was walking away when Pete grabbed his arm. "Were you miserable with me?"

Patrick looked into Pete's eyes just to be sure he was being for real. "I was never miserable with you, Peter." He paused not sure if he should continue. He decides that he will.

"I was happy and I was living my life for once. I felt loved like I've never been loved before. You honestly were the first drug I've ever took. You became my addiction. I thought it was the same feeling for you, but it wasn't. It was any other day for Pete Wentz."

Patrick gave him a sad smile while Pete just stared at him. At the face he knows he loves. The face that he knew he wanted to see forever. That'll never happen though cause he didn't want hurt him anymore.

Patrick kissed his check and then grabbed his laptop case. He went downstairs and stopped at the table by the door. He put his key to the house there and slide the engagement and wedding ring off his finger. He put them next to the keys and walked out the house with his bags.

A/n: Comment about how you feel about the beginning. Comment any ideas cause what I have planned is pretty fucked up.