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Chapter 46- I'm coming apart at the seams.

~Pete~
Waking up, I felt like shit. My eyes were swollen, my body felt like it hadn't moved in days. Looking over at the clock, it read 2:04.

Damn, did I really sleep for... 22 hours? I thought. I didn't think it was even humanly possible. Guess I was wrong.

I shuffled down the hallway, already hearing the sounds of people chatting downstairs. When I made it down, everyone was sitting downstairs, as if they were waiting for me.

I sat down on the floor, seeing that all the seats were taken. Natasha smiled at me, taking in my messy hair and the boxers I was wearing.

“Good morning, Pete, or afternoon, rather,” She said, ruffling my hair.

Rubbing my eyes, I grumbled out a short, “Good afternoon,” before I got up and went to the kitchen. Patrick was there, fixing himself a glass of water. When he turned around, I noticed that his eyes were swollen too, but other than that, he looked beautiful as always.

“Hey, Pete, do you want something to drink?” He asked, offering up his water.

I nodded taking the glass. “Thank you, babe,” I said, taking a sip. The water hydrated the dry throat that I didn't realize I had.

As he fixed himself another glass, I stared at him. I really should've made my own damn drink. I thought as I watched him.

“Hey, Patrick?”

He turned around, taking a small sip of his new glass. “Yeah?”

“I should have made my own drink, I'm sorry. Next time, I'll make mine and yours,” I said, taking a mental note to remember.

He raised his eyebrow, or at least attempted to. “Why? It wasn't a big deal, Pete, it's just water.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, it was. I don't deserve that.”

He laughed, patting me on the back. “Don't worry about it, I promise that it's not big deal. Now, let's go into the living room. They're probably wondering where we're at.”

“I highly doubt that,” I snorted, taking another swig of water. We walked into the living room and just as I suspected, everyone was chattering away. But they were also laughing, two fairly large pictures in their hands.

I took one that was in Ryan's hand. It was a picture of me, my mug shot to be exact. I laughed out loud when I saw it.
My eyes were bloodshot, as if I was drunk. On one side, my hair was plastered to my head, and the other side, it stood straight out like I had been electrocuted.

Patrick stood behind me, giggling. Normally I would've been pissed, but I had to admit, it was pretty funny. Plus, Patrick's laugh was damn cute.

“Oh, you think that's funny, Patrick? Let's see what yours looks like.” I said, snatching the other photo from Natasha.

His was even funnier than mine. His eyes blood red, just like mine and his hair stood out like a lion's mane, no hat to cover it up. But the funny thing was that unlike me, he was smiling. Or more like smirking.

“God, I look like shit. And why in the hell am I smiling?” He said, still shaking with laughter.

“Well, Patrick, you weren't exactly 'well' if you know what I mean.”

He shrugged. “So, I was a little crazy. Aren't I allowed one crazy day in my life?”

I laughed. “You deserve more than one considering how many I've had.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my temple. “Thank you, I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”

I looked over at Natasha, who was pouting. I sighed. I wonder what could possibly be wrong now.
“Why the long face?” I asked her, her face in permanent pout mode.

She shrugged. “It's nothing really...” She trailed off. There definitely was something wrong with her.

“Come on, you can tell us.” I pushed, trying to get her to spit it out. I was never good at guessing games.

She sighed. “I miss my friends. From back home.”

“Oh, is that all? You can invite one over to stay if you want,” Surely that would solve the problem.

She shook her head. “That's nice of you to offer, but there's two more that I'd like to bring that I really really miss.”

I looked at her sad face, then looked at Sophie and Brendon, who were both in her arms. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if we let her have a few more friends.

“Okay. Go call them, tell them to ask their parents. We don't want anymore runaways, one is enough.” I said with a wink. She laughed, then got up carefully, trying not to harm the babies. She sat Brendon in Patrick's and Sophie in mine and kissed my cheek.

“Thanks, Pete, I really appreciate it.” She grinned and ran upstairs.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “What in the world did I just get myself into?”

Patrick patted my shoulder, chuckling. “It'll be fine, Natasha doesn't have any bad friends.”

I shrugged. “I suppose so, but still... hard enough keeping two teenage girls in the house, let alone five.”

“Two teenage girls? Since when does Madison count as a teenage girl?” Patrick questioned.

I shook my head. “She doesn't, I was talking about Ryan.”

Ryan hit me over the head with a pillow. “Hey, I'm not a girl!” He yelled, then folded his arms, a pout forming on his face.

I grinned, laughing at my own joke. “Whatever you say, Ryan.”

About ten days passed, and already, they were here.

“Oh my God, Joy!” Natasha screamed as she ran toward her friend. The other two jumped up and down excitedly as they went to hug her as well.

“Natasha, I've missed you so much!” said a girl with long brown hair.

Natasha hugged back, squeezing her friend tightly. “I missed you, too, Haley.”

The last girl, the one with shorter brown hair, was next to hug her. “Hey Natasha, it's great to be back.”

“Yeah, I'm glad you're back too, Azure.” She said with a smile.

The girl Joy, who had blonde hair and was rather short was first to greet me. “Hello, Pete, I've heard so much about you and Patrick,” then she muttered, “Trust me.”

I laughed. “I'm sure you have, nice to meet you.”

I shook the hand of the other girl, Haley, and we went inside.

“Woah, nice place.” Joy said, looking around. Her eyes laid on the rest of the guys, who were still sitting in the living room. Ryan was holding hands with Brendon, kissing his neck. I made a face. I couldn't help it, I still felt the jealousy of him being with another man. Even if it was Brendon.

“Thanks,” I nodded at her, then took my spot next to Patrick.

Natasha stood next to him as well, taking his hand. “Guys, this is Patrick. Isn't he cute?” She squealed, hugging him close. A blush appeared on his cheeks, though he should've been used to being called cute by now.

Joy faked a smile, though I knew she wanted to throw up. Azure nodded in agreement and Haley just stayed silent. She was shy, though Natasha told us she was quite the loud one.

“So, Natasha, why don't you show them where your room is?” Patrick said, letting go of her hand.

She headed towards the stairs, motioning her friends to follow her. “Come on, guys, my room is huge.”

They all followed her, carrying their suitcases.

I put my head on Patrick's shoulder like I'd done a million times before, sighing heavily. “I have a feeling that they'll be up all night, I just know it.”

“Perhaps we could just leave and have a date? We haven't gone out in awhile.” He suggested, patting my back.

Pondering the thought, I wrapped my arms around him, now looking at the wall instead of the floor. I supposed that we hadn't had a date in a while. Just the two of us, anyway. In fact... has it really been since before Madison that we had an actual date together? I shook my head. We've been on at least two dates since then. But even though we had two dates, I knew that wasn't enough. I hummed, glancing at Patrick. He really did deserve it. He's been through so much, the least I could do is take him out somewhere. His body stiffened and I knew that he was confused. I smiled to myself, and pet the hair that came out from underneath his hat.

I should take him out. To dinner, to a movie- just something. My mind wondered, thinking about what movie we'd see. I knew any of the horror movies were out since Patrick hated them. I then thought about what he'd wear. Hmm... it'll probably just be casual. A pair of skinny black jeans, a band t-shirt, and a cute hat. Sounds good. But then again, I wouldn't care if he came to the date wrapped in plastic wrap, that's for damn-

“So, what do you think?” Patrick asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked into his blue-green eyes. I could tell that he really wanted to go and I couldn't blame him. It's been so long...

I grinned at him, kissing his cheek. “I say we should do it. We need a break from all of this mayhem.”

“Great, so what do you want to do?” He asked eagerly. I knew that I had made him happy.

“I was thinking about a movie. What do you think?”

He nodded, then looked at his watch. “Sounds good, but we better leave here pretty soon if we want to beat the crowd.”

Ryan, who was still sitting on the couch with the rest of the guys, cleared his throat. I turned around, facing him. “What?”

“What about us? We don't exactly want to stay here and babysit on our Saturday night. It's our time to relax.” Ryan pouted, moving closer to Brendon. I forgot that it was their date night as well.

I snorted. “Please, you haven't worked a day in your life. It's about time you did something.”

“Please, Pete, we were going to go out tonight!” He whined, still clutching onto Brendon.

I shook my head. “Sorry, no can do. I think you guys can go one Saturday night without a date. Besides, do you really think I'd leave Spencer and Jon alone with the kids?”

We looked over to see both of them holding a baby, making their tiny fists hit each other lightly.

“Take that, Sophie,” said Spencer with a ridiculous baby voice.

With the same baby voice, Jon replied. “You'll never get me, Brendon!”

I looked back at Ryan and Brendon, who had the same expression I did.

“So, we understand each other?” I asked, though I knew I had them.

The nodded, glancing back over to the 'fight' for a second, before turning back to us. “Yes, we completely understand. After seeing that,” Ryan nodded towards the scene. “I don't think they should ever be left alone with them for the rest of their lives.”

I turned to Patrick, who was still looking at Spencer and Jon with a blank, confused stare. “So, Patrick, what do you want to see?”

We ended up going to see some romantic comedy that Patrick wanted to see. God knows why, but I'd go to a fucking Hannah Montana movie as long as I could snuggle up next to him. Patrick kept his eyes glued to the screen, popcorn sitting in his lap. I wasn't really watching the movie, however. Patrick was the only thing that kept my attention. I watched as he pulled out a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth. Lifting the unused arm rest that was between us, I leaned against Patrick, putting my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm go around me, pulling me closer.

As the movie went on, I could tell that he was no longer interested in it, even though he went longer than I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him yawn, rubbing his eyes.

I tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and whispered into it, “Are you tired?”

“Kinda,” he admitted, yawning a second time. “I didn't get much sleep last night.”

I sat back up straight and patted my lap. He looked down and smiled, then lowered his head down, laying across the empty seats. He glanced at me once before turning his attention back to the movie. I did as well, though I had no idea what was going on.

After I gave up on the movie, I focused on my lover whose head was still on my lap. I stroked his sideburns, glad that he decided to grow them out long. They were always softer when he did. Leaning down, I kissed his temple. He rolled back on his back, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes. The ones that made my heart thump wildly no matter how many times I looked into them. I took his hand and pressed it to my chest so he could feel it too. He smiled, reaching up to brush my cheek with his hand.

My heart stopped beating so fast after Patrick's eyelids started to flutter shut. I let him sleep, knowing that he deserved it.


When the movie ended, I reluctantly shook Patrick gently to wake him up. It was a shame that I had to disturb what looked like such a peaceful sleep.

His eyes opened, chuckling when he saw me. “Oh, man, I'm sorry that I fell asleep, Pete. So much for that date. I was just so tired. And the movie was kinda boring, my bad.”

“Yeah, sorry Patrick, but you really did pick a snoozapalooza. Next time, I'm picking.” I wiped the drool that was on the side of his mouth, rubbing it on my jeans.

He grinned. “Okay, fine, you get to pick next.” Sitting up, he combed his hair with his fingers before replacing the hat that I took off his head.

I stood up, stretching. I was surprised that I didn't get up not once to go walk around. It was hard for me to stay in one place for long periods of time.

On the way home, Patrick kept apologizing about falling asleep on me. After the 789, 343th time, I cut him off. “Patrick, it's fine. To be quite honest, I enjoyed having you sleeping on my lap. In fact, watching you sleep is one of my favorite past times. When my insomnia has defeated me, that's what I do. And I especially like it that you don't wake up when I stroke your sideburns or kiss you all over your face.” I smiled sheepishly now that my 'secret' was out.

“Really? It's that entertaining? Wait, don't tell me- I probably snore or talk in my sleep don't I?”

I grinned, using my free hand to take a hold of Patrick's. “Well, actually, yes. You don't snore very loud, though, and you only talk sometimes.”

“What do I talk about?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“Well, fortunately, you mostly talk about me. Sometimes Madison.”

He blew out a relieved breath. “Good, though, I hope I haven't been saying anything too personal.”

My grin widened when I thought about the dream he had the other night. He looked at me, confused.

“What?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, depends on what you mean by personal.”

His eyes widened. “What did I say?”

I choked back laughter, the words he spoke still engraved into my mind. “Well, in the dream you had the other night, you seemed to be having fun. I heard lots of, 'oh, Pete' and 'faster' and don't forget 'yeah, baby, right there'.” A giggle escaped from my lips until I couldn't stop.

Patrick pouted, crossing his arms. When I saw the unamused expression on his face, I stopped laughing.

“Pete, it's not funny. It's just a dream.”

“What happened in it?”

He tugged nervously at the brim of his hat. “Uhm, Pete, that's a little personal.”

“Oh, come on, I'm the one in this thing. Besides, it's 'just a dream', right?” I shot at him, using his own words against him.

He frowned, his face getting more scrunched up than Hemingway's. “Fine, if you really want to know,” He took a deep breath and continued. “We were in Hawaii. We had just gotten married and we went there for our honey moon. The festivities included snorkeling, swimming with dolphins, and the final event; making love on the beach.”

I smiled when he said 'making love'. It always felt that way when we did it, anyway. “That sounds beautiful, Trick. Maybe we can do that someday.”

He held up his ring finger and pointed at the silver band that was still there. “Pete, when are we gonna get married? We've been waiting for too long.”

I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the road. “I don't know, we still need to get everything planned.”

“I know, but we need to start planning. We've been so lazy about it,” he pointed out.

“I know, I know. We really need to do this. How about we start planning next Saturday, or something? Natasha can help pick out your dress,” I joked.

He smiled, despite the insult. “Ha ha, very funny. So, do you mean it? Are we actually gonna start planning the wedding?” His voice was hopeful.

“Yeah, why not?” I grinned as he threw his arms around me and kissed my cheek, though I was driving.

“Thank you so much, Pete, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

I smiled, seeing the grin fill his face. “Oh, I think I do.”
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Seriously, peeps, I am soooo sorry that I haven't been posting. It's all a mixture of homework, laziness, and being discouraged. Please, if you read my story and like it, review it. Please. I'd really apprieciate it. And you'll probably get more chapters if you rate AND review. :)

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