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‘I dnt ned u Pet Wntz’ I laugh so hard my chest hurts.

Quickly finding my shoes, that now have little chew marks on the heel, thanks Hemmy, I grab my keys and wallet, say goodbye to Hemmingway, and literally run down the corridor. I stop at the end and...

‘Pfft…’ He waved his hand at me and walked out of my private room, ‘You just don’t get love…’ ‘Clearly…’ I sigh, watching him leave and waltz over to the girl at the desk.

‘Did I order the skank?’ I ask, perfectly serious Taylor looked passed me and into my office where she saw Ash and chuckled.

‘You didn’t tell me you worked with Frank Iero!’ Trick shouted, eyes darting from me to Frank. ‘Okay… Am I missing something here?’ I ask, scratching the back of my head

‘Do you realize that whenever you ask me a question you always say ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking’?’ He retorted ‘Hey…’ I grin, ‘I asked you a question first… an answer for...

I couldn’t believe he made me react like this. Jesus, it was so out of the ordinary I was completely taken aback. [[Hey.. Anyone Noticed What I'm Doing With The Chapter Titles?]]

Inhaling as hard as I can, gradually things are starting to look a little clearer. Patrick’s melodically voice is coming nearer and my knees are aching. ‘Pete?’ A voice rings, a hand shake...

‘And how do they make you feel?’ He asked, pushing his stupid glasses off the tip of his pointy nose ‘Hmmm…’ I though for a while, how did Patrick make me feel? ‘ Happy’

It wasn’t too bad, but it was clear I was rusty, having not played in a while. I blushed in embarrassment.

I knew that I had to make this better. I knew that I had to get revenge. Not for me. Not for Hemmy. For Patrick.

‘Aparently…’ I begin, trying to be very careful with how I answer, ‘I’m in love with you… Because you make me happy…’

He freaked out. He just freaked out. I can’t believe he’s the one that’s freaked out! He’s the gay one!

‘So, I don’t work here?’ I question, head cocked to the side He nodded. I jump up to my feet and grab hold of the chair I was sitting on. Dragging it towards the door I salute him on my wa...

‘All I did was kiss him…’ I moaned to my knees Joe laughed.

‘I think I know what I’m going to get Patrick for his birthday’ I grin, scribbling a few more words down

‘Psssst’ I whispered, waving my arms, ‘Bexz…’ ‘Huh?’ She questioned, spinning around in search of the one calling her

‘What do you call a sleeping bull?’ He tapped me on the shoulder, looking at me expectantly ‘What?’ I asked, not knowing where this was going

He was interupted by a girl screaming, ‘Don’t you dare tell him Frank.. I will kill you…’

‘If I say no, you’ll hit me’ He hooted ‘If you say yes, I’ll hit you for lying’ I smile

‘Hamster boy!’ I laughed, high-fiving Gerard who was on the end Frank’s arm

If anything, Patrick is an adorable drunk. He regresses, I’m sure. He found absolutely everything funny and had to point that out to everyone else.

‘Obviously Joe didn’t tell the full story’ Patrick got to his feet and stormed out, I blinked in disbelief

[[ A/N: Two Chapter For You Guys Today Cause I Loves You =3 ]]

‘Fine,’ He said sleepily, ‘But if I wake up naked, I’m keeping the rest of the ice-cream’

‘Asshole’ He yawned, pulling me down and kissing me gently, ‘Good morning’

‘Shut up’ He growled, kicking out at me, almost hitting me off the bed, ‘I kind of have a plan.. Mikey quit it’

‘What is a fuck ass?’ Patrick asked, leaning on the arm of the couch

‘Yeah, but...’ Patrick smirked, ‘If you expect me to marry you.. The least you can do is buy me breakfast’

‘You… soooo… want a piece of me’ He sang, waltzing around me

‘I will not baby-sit Lucifer’ I shook my head, looking at Hemmy, ‘You remember Lucifer, Hemingway?’

‘Fuck…’ I mumbled under my breath, ‘Well, he’s not angry’

He was holding hands with some pretty blond girl. Okay, now I know he’s not gay.

‘Sure,’ Mikey hooted, ‘Hey, you should buy a jungle gym. That’d keep you from swinging off the medicine cabinet’

‘I was…’ Lie, you know you’ll have to, ‘sleeping on the couch when you came in… Didn’t want to disturb you so I slept in here’

'Maybe you should put your shirt on, he keeps staring at you'

'Seriously, our kid is not getting called Patrick'

'I believe you ordered the Pete Wentz' Rocking back and forth on my heels with hands buried in pockets, 'I'm here for the payment'

He looked at me sceptically, lips screwed up with a frown.