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Chapter 39- Cause I'd never say no to you

~Patrick~
After the song was over, a fast one came on. Pete and I continued to dance face to face, but in a faster pace

“Pete, I hate to admit it, but I had a great time tonight. I think this was exactly what we needed.”

He flashed his teeth. “I'm glad I was able to help you have a good time. I did too.”

I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed his lips softly.

“You know, we never really hang out as friends anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow (which I was still trying to learn how to do). “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, I don't know, I just thought about how much fun we used to have. Always joking around. I kinda miss that sometimes.”

His smile turned into a frown. “Are you saying that you want to be friends?”

“Yes, I mean, uh, no, not like that.” I stuttered. “I just meant that.....people in relationships, not only are they supposed to be lovers, but also best friends. You know what I'm saying?”

“But Patrick, you are my best friend. You always will be.” He fixed my hat that was pushed to the side. “But I guess I know what you mean. We've been so caught up with being in love, that we forgot about our friendship.”

I sighed in relief. “That's exactly what I was trying to say.”

He looked around. “So, what are we going to do, buddy?”

“I don't know, what did we used to do?” I said, thinking back to those ancient times. God, what did we do?

“Um, We used to go to bars and just drink and talk. Jeez, this is hard.”

I rubbed the back of my head. “Yeah, I know. It's been so long. But I don't know about a bar, Pete. What if we get too drunk and then we end up fucking or something. That's what we're trying to avoid.”

“Hey, I didn't say that we were going to avoid sex!” He gasped.

I rubbed the spot between my eyebrows with my index finger and my thumb.

“Pete, I was just saying that I want to spend time with you without it leading to that.”

He sighed. “Okay, but I don't want to do this forever. I have needs, you know.”


I laughed. “Just jerk off like you did before we were dating.”

He punched me in the arm. “Hey, I didn't do it that often.”

“Yeah, you're right, you only did it once a night.” I said, sarcastically.

Then he playfully pushed me. “Yeah, whatever, man.”

I laughed and punched him in the arm lightly. “See, this is what I missed. Us joking around.”

“Well, I guess I kinda missed it too. We really don't talk as much as we used to and we should.”

“Okay, so from now on, be best friends and lovers.”

When I nodded, Ryan came over to us dripping in sweat.

“Oh my God, it's so hot in here! I'm ready to go home now so I can take a shower!”

Pete chuckled. “So, how many blow jobs did you give, ten?”

He glared at him. “No, only three for your information. Let's just go home before someone asks for another one.”

We gathered up the rest of the guys and exited the club. Pete and I were in front of the pack, the band of Panic right behind us. As we chatted more about random things in our life, I suddenly heard one shouted word.

“Faggots!”

That word was followed by a gun shot.

The whole thing was a blur, but all I remembered was Pete jumping in front of me.

He fell to the ground, blood pooling around him.

I heard screams from people around me, but I could barely hear them over another scream.

It took me awhile to realize that it was mine.

I felt someone wrap their arms around me. It was Natasha. I wrenched away from her, wondering why she wasn't with her future husband.

They put Pete on a gurney and started moving him towards the ambulance that had arrived.

I ran after it, the tears blocking my vision.

Policeman held me back. “Sir, I'm sorry but you can't ride with him.”


“Please, I have to, he's my boyfriend.” I said, trying to pull from their grasp.

They held me back, and I nearly pulled my arms out of the sockets trying to get away.

“Sir, you're gonna have to drive yourself.”

As they loaded him into the ambulance, I cried out, “Pete!”

When they drove away, I immediately started to cry.

The policemen were trying to calm me down, but I yanked away from then, running to my car.

I got in and started the car. I began to drive- way faster than I should have- to my house. I had to get Madison. The tears were stinging my eyes and blurring my vision.

I opened up the door of Madison's room where she was sleeping.

“Baby, wake up.” I said, shaking her lightly.

She opened her eyes and yawned. “What daddy?”

I picked her up, wrapping the blanket around her. “We have to go somewhere.”

“Where?” She said, with bright eyes.

“Daddy's been hurt and he's at the hospital. So we have to go there to see if he's okay.”

She started to cry, clutching to my chest. I held her, talking in a gentle voice to soothe her.

“Shhh....Maddie, everything is going to be fine and daddy's going to be fine.”

She stopped bawling, but tears still ran down her cheeks.

I quickly but carefully took her downstairs and headed out the door. Strapping her into her car seat, I drove off, trying to get there as quickly as possible without scaring Madison.

When I pulled into a parking space at the hospital, I hurriedly grabbed Madison and ran through the doors.

The smell of sickness, or maybe even sadness filled my nostrils as I got to the front desk.

“Am I able to see Peter Wentz?”

The secretary looked up at me through her glasses. “No, he's in surgery right now getting the bullet removed. It should be a couple of hours before you can see him, so you can come back later if you want.”

I shook my head. “No, I'll just wait, thank you.”

I walked to the waiting room with Madison still in my arms. Just being inside the room made me think of the last time I was there.

The wait was almost unbearable. I kept busy by trying to stop Madison's silent crying.

“Maddie, it's going to be okay. Shhh....it's going to be fine.”

She still shook with tears, but she tried to wipe them away.

“Okay, daddy.” She curled up against me and I kissed the top of her head.

I kept an eye on my watch, even though I knew I was making it worse.

I felt like it was my fault. Hell, it was. That bullet could've hit me. But Pete jumped in front of me. He saved my life. I still couldn't wrap my brain around it.

I wish I was hit with the bullet. I should have been the one who got hit. He didn't deserve it.

The feeling of anger set in after an hour of waiting.

What's taking so long? How much time does it really take to remove a bullet? The doctors must be fucking blind or something.

I sighed deeply, trying to keep my anger under control for Madison. She was sitting on my lap still, looking around at the people in the room.

She turned around and looked up at me with her big green eyes.

“Are they done yet?”

I combed her hair with my fingers. “No, not yet, sweetie.”

Sad, she looked down. “I wish they'd hurry up.”

“Me too.” I said, kissing her.

After another hour (and 11 minutes) of torture, the doctor finally came in.

“Are you Mr. Stump?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded.

He looked at his clipboard. “Well, we removed the bullet, but-”

I sucked in my breath.

“But, the chances of him surviving are slim.”


My face fell.

“W-what?”

He shook his head. “I'm sorry, but he's lost way too much blood. And even if he does survive, he would more than likely be paralyzed.”

The tears instantly fell. The world seemed like it came to a screeching halt.

“C-can I s-see him?” I said, shaking.

He nodded. “Right this way.”

I followed him, carrying Madison in my arms still. I was afraid to let her down, afraid that I'd lose her too.

We entered the room, and there he was.

He had tons of things connected to him and he had gauze wrapped around his waist.

“Oh, God.” I cried, rushing to his side.

I grabbed his hand, sobbing. “Please, Pete, please wake up. I don't know what I'd do without you!”

He didn't respond, not a single movement.

Madison started to cry, yelling along with me.

“Daddy, please, please don't leave me!” She screeched.

I was surprised that someone so young could understand exactly how I was feeling.

I fell to the ground, still clutching her and Pete's hand. I pulled her close, rocking back and forth as we sobbed together.

“Mr. Stump?”

I looked up with red eyes.

“We can put him on some medication for the pain, but that's the best we can do. My suggestion is that you let him go.”

I sobbed some more, each breath becoming more shallow.

“P-please, j-just do it” I cried. “I don't want to see him in p-pain any longer.”

The doctor nodded and left to get assistance.


I crawled closer to Pete's bed, pulling myself up.

I looked at his beautiful, almost peaceful, face.

“P-Pete, I just want you to know that-” I choked. “That Madison and I love you very much.”

I swallowed. “And that I have always loved you. As a band mate, a best friend, and a boyfriend.”

A river of tears flowed from my eyes and onto his chest.

“So, I wanted to say g-goodbye Pete. Before you leave.”

I leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. I put Madison on his chest and she hugged him, kissing him on the lips.

I pulled her away, though she was clutching his body.

“Daddy, no!”

I kissed the top of her head. “Baby, we have to let him go. He's going to a better place now.” I said, wiping her tears and mine.

I turned away from him and headed towards the door. I reached for the handle.

“Patrick, where am I?”

Startled, I turned around.

Pete was kinda sitting up, eyes open.

“Pete, you're alive.”
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