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The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)(16/16)
Title:The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)
Rating: T+
Summary: A tired Pete Wentz, a scheming girlfriend, and the ultimate complex relationship. Throw in a new neighbor in the form of Patrick and an attraction that everyone sees except the two men in question (and Travis but what does he notice?). Stir in my mind for months and then spill all over livejournal. What do you get? Probably the yummiest fic i've ever written! ^____^
Beta: paper_teenheart
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original character and the plotline.
Previous Chapters:
1/ 2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13a/13b/14/15a/15b
Author's note: It's finally here! The ending! How depressing? :( I'm going to miss this now it's gone. I might write a little epilogue but i'm not sure yet. My first completed chaptered fic! I'm really proud of it too! Thank you to everyone that's been reading and, yeah, here it is! ^^
[EDIT: 31/07/08] This fic is dedicated to everyone who helped me with this fic because you're all awesome:
for being my first beta <3
</a></font></b></a>xdearlin :</font> for being my second beta <3
</a></font></b></a>vampyre_hunter :</font> for beta-ing chapter 8 (xD -sees everyone sensing a pattern-)paper_teenheart : my current beta <33
</a></font></b></a>infamous_gmo : for helping in my time of creative blockage <3</font>
“Morning Tricky…”
“…”
“Tricky? Are you awake?”
“…”
Pete leaned in to kiss Patrick and ended up burying his face in something squishy and cold. He opened his eyes and saw Patrick wasn’t there. Instead he was clutching a pillow instead of Patrick and was very upset about this. He scratched his head and pushed himself out of bed quickly, regretting that a second later. He howled in pain and flopped back on the bed.
“How could Patrick leave me like this!” Pete exclaimed. “I’m a fucking invalid!”
He found no answer in the silence so he heaved himself up slowly but carefully and began to search the house for
Patrick. He shuffled through every room calling out for Patrick but wherever he looked he couldn’t find him. He was beginning to get worried and decided to check Patrick’s hat closet. If one was gone he was definitely out.
He shuffled into the bedroom and reached up to open the closet door. Inside was all of Patrick’s hats strewn across the floor of the small closet and Pete began to search, counting as he went through them.
“..47...48...49...aha!”
There was a hat missing. The green woolly one if Pete wasn’t mistaken. Pete’s face fell and he started spiraling into a drama. Patrick was out and he had no idea where he was. He could have been kidnapped by someone – his senses told him either Gabe or Andy – and made into some kind of sexual slave – his Gabe alarms were screaming at this point.
Pete shuffled back into the bedroom to grab his phone and call Patrick. He wanted answers. Non-Gabe related ones.
“Pete! I wanted to be home before you got up!” Patrick exclaimed.
“Hello to you to,” Pete huffed and Patrick’s tired little laugh suddenly melted away all the bad feeling in Pete’s system.
“Hi, sorry,” he apologized. “So, how are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Pete mumbled. “Lonely…”
“I’m sorry love,” Patrick apologized again. “I wanted to get us food because I never cook but the kitchen got gross and I don’t want to clean it. You know anything about it?”
Pete smiled fondly to himself when he remembered him and Joe using condoms -Joe’s, Pete has to stress - just before they - plus Patrick and Andy who were talking in the next room – went to the studio to practice for their show and using them to make bombs out of flour and water, throwing them at each other while Patrick and Andy were outside. That was a great 10 minutes and Pete had never gotten washed so quickly in his life.
“Hmmmm…” Pete hummed thoughtfully. “Come home and refresh my memory.”
“Say, I’m near Andy’s house all of a sudden!”
“Patriiiiiiiiiick…”
“Your fault.”
“Paaaaaaaaaaatriiiiiiiiiiick.”
“Pete, you can only blame yourself.”
“Pattycakes!”
“Nuh-uh. I’m gonna stay out forever and ever and--”
“I’m naked, Pattycakes.”
“..?”
“Miss you. Love you.”
“…”
“Coming home?”
“…Give me five minutes.”
Panic was right. Lying really is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off and yes, Pete counted himself as a girl for that moment in time. Patrick would never find this out.
X
“You’re not naked,” Patrick announced when he entered the house to see Pete sat on the sofa.
“Not one for greetings, are you?” Pete asked, motioning for Patrick to come and sit next to him. Patrick sighed and dropped himself next to Pete, handing him his coffee – which was covered in writing in permanent marker reading, ‘ATTENTION! DO NOT DRINK! PETE’S COFFE! HAZARDOUS SUBSTANCE! APPROACH WITH CAUTION!’
“I’m not that bad, am I?” Pete asked with a grin and took a happy sip of his coffee. “You marked it in Italian too! Shit, you are in the fucking mafia!”
“No no no no no,” Patrick warned. “We are not reliving that day ever again.”
Pete giggled and rooted in Patrick’s bag of food, noting that everything in it was sweet but not mentioning anything. He wasn’t complaining at all. He liked himself high on sugar, it was just no one else did.
“Oreos!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Why didn’t you buy peanut butter?”
“We have some,” Patrick replied. “You can brave the carnage if you want.”
Pete looked at the conjoined kitchen and grimaced at the thick wet powdery goo covering the walls and floor. There were no words but ew.
“Okay, point taken,” Pete nodded and didn’t hesitate in eating himself stupid while Patrick more watched him than ate his food. Patrick was worrying like mad. Pete hadn’t forgotten what day it was but he had made the mature and clever decision to bury his head under the sand and let the day pass him buy. He could tell by Patrick’s face that it wasn’t going to happen sadly. He didn’t want to embarrass Patrick by bringing up the staring so he just did what he would have done anyway which was give Patrick a big Oreo-covered kiss on the cheek.
“Ack! Jesus, shit, what is wrong with you?!”
“I love you too, Trick!”
Patrick scrubbed his face clean with his hands and rubbed it on Pete’s face.
“See, you’re as gross as me!” Pete exclaimed gleefully and hugged Patrick who flailed for a second then relaxed into Pete’s arms reluctantly.
“You know what today is, yeah?” Patrick asked and Pete nodded. “Do you want to go in yet?”
“A few more hours?” Pete asked.
“How many is a few?”
“Twenty-four?”
Patrick half-laughed and kissed Pete on the cheek.
“We’ll wait,” he said. “Not that long though.”
“Okay,” Pete mumbled into the curve of Patrick’s neck.
“So, you want to go clean up your condom-bombs from the kitchen?” Patrick asked.
“How did you—?”
“Joe.”
“Damn him!!”
“By the way, what’s this about a picture of a Big Mac?”
“Going to clean now!!”
XxX
Pete actually did clean up a bit, after getting Patrick to help him. They were covered in the most hideous scum in the world mixed with all the grime already lining the kitchen since neither man was that great at washing up.
“You and Joe are fucking morons,” Patrick hissed at Pete who grinned stupidly and smacked Patrick’s ass when he bent over to pick something up off the floor, leaving a white handprint on his jeans.
“I feel so used,” Patrick called back to Pete who was working on their stove. “Like I’m just some kind of sexual object to you.”
“I’m the one who can’t walk here!” Pete complained and Patrick stood up and gave Pete a hug from behind.
“Your fault, horny bastard,” he muttered. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Never better,” Pete assured Patrick and the sort of just stood for a while, both of them thinking about the same thing. Having to leave the house. Pete didn’t like being left alone with his own thoughts for long periods of time. Especially today. So he changed the subject.
“Yesterday was so much fun, huh?”
Patrick nodded, grinning into the back of Pete’s head.
“I’ve not been that alive in so long,” Patrick admitted. “I love playing music.”
“Well you’re pretty fucking good at it,” Pete smiled. “Fucking amazing. The crowd couldn’t keep their eyes off you.”
“Shut up,” Patrick mumbled and Pete could feel his face getting hot in the back of his head.
“Seriously,” Pete continued. “There were these two girls that wouldn’t stop staring. I mean, one of them was really plain so you wouldn’t have noticed her and the other was like cross-eyed or some shit so it looked like she was looking at you and the doors behind her at the same time…”
“Pete!” Patrick scolded his boyfriend. “That’s just mean!”
“What?” Pete said totally innocently. “I’m just telling you what I saw…”
Pete could feel Patrick grinning behind him.
“You’re jealous, you sweet little fuck,” He giggled. “You remember I’m gay, yes?”
“They were ravenous!” Pete said defensively. “They might have kidnapped you and raped you or something!”
“Is that why you were harassing me on stage?”
“…I had to show them who was boss!”
“Seriously?”
“Damn straight!”
“You know, we got a pretty fucking good reception,” Pete said thoughtfully. “You think we should do it like, for real? Buy a van and go be a real band?”
“Are you serious?” Patrick asked and Pete turned around so he was looking straight at Patrick.
“It could be extraordinary,” Pete said earnestly. “It could be the best time of our lives.”
Patrick stood and looked straight at Pete, then to the floor and thought silently.
“Joe can’t smoke in the van AND we’re not called Forget-Me-Not or I walk.”
“I LOVE YOU!”
“AAH!”
Patrick only had time to get halfway into the living room before Pete had jumped on him and pushed him to the ground, showering his face with kisses while Patrick was squirming and flailing to no avail.
“You’re the best thing ever to happen to me,” Pete informed him.
“I think I’ve just been raped,” Patrick stated.
“You can’t rape the willing Patrick! Don’t you learn?”
“Fuck you, I was totally defenseless!”
“I’m still feeling yesterday, thanks.”
“So how come you could suddenly jump on me?”
“…It’s a miracle!”
Patrick sat up with Pete’s arms around him and his legs wrapped around Patrick’s waist. He looked around at the big white footprints and handprints all over the floor in the kitchen and flour that had spread to the living room from when Pete had knocked him over and his head started to hurt.
“I don’t feel like cleaning anymore.”
“Seconded.”
XxX
Patrick and Pete didn’t really bother changing clothes to go to the studio. Pete freaked out that he hadn’t told anyone but Patrick confessed he had told people while he was looking for Pete when he disappeared.
“What would I do without you?” Pete asked and Patrick shrugged.
“Spontaneously combust,” he grinned and gripped Pete’s hand as they got out of the car. They walked up to the building and were surprised but pleased to see Panic, the hush sound, Gym Class Heroes, Andy and Joe stood outside looking up at the roof of the building. The boys looked up and saw – since hell had decided to open up its gates one more time – Kirsten sat on the roof looking so smug it was unreal.
“Morning Pete!” She squawked from the roof. “Having a good day so far?!”
“Jesus Christ,” Patrick sighed and they kept walking while she continued harassing Pete.
“Come on! Answer me at least! I’m having a great day!”
Pete’s hand gripped Patrick’s tighter and tighter. Patrick squeezed right back and they powered on to meet their friends. Suddenly Patrick felt himself being shifted off his feet and up against a wall, a leg pushing in between his, Pete’s lips connecting with his and his mind went blank, slowly drowning out the loud whistling and cat calling – mainly from Panic! At the disco – in the background. His arms found their way around Pete’s waist and they broke apart, smiling at the lack of Kirsten’s voice in their ears.
“You okay?” Patrick asked and Pete nodded.
“You keep asking me that!” he laughed and Patrick shrugged.
“I think my eyes burned out of my head,” Andy commented loudly. Pete and Patrick laughed and separated themselves, continuing their walk over to their friends from whom they received hugs.
“We’re just that hot, huh?” Pete smirked and stuck his hands in Patrick’s back pockets.
“Fucking smoldering,” Andy rolled his eyes.
“So what, the bitch has gone crazy?” Joe asked pointing up at Kirsten who was silently putting a pox on Patrick with her eyes.
“Oh she’s way beyond that,” Patrick laughed. “I kind of feel sorry for her almost.”
“Oh? Why would that be?” Pete enquired.
“I’d go insane if I lost you too,” Patrick blushed and the entire group ‘awed’ simultaneously.
“Yeah, but she was kind of fucking batshit to begin with,” Ryan piped up and they all laughed, which visibly unnerved Kirsten.
“So what, is she just gonna sit on this building forever or when are they going to knock it down?” Pete asked and the group swapped glances silently before all looking either at the floor or at the sky. Brendon actually started whistling until Ryan nudged him in the ribs.
“Guys,” Patrick said worriedly. “When?”
“In like three hours,” Chris reveals and Pete pales instantly.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Bad times.”
“Yeah, bad times,” Chris agreed.
“Are we gonna stay or…?” Greta asked and everyone looked around at each other, shrugging, then looked to Pete who no one had seen looking so ill.
“Let’s stay,” he concluded. “We’ll just hang out across the street. Sit on the floor like tramps and see if we make some money.”
They all agreed this was a pretty good idea and they all needed a bit of hanging out time. Especially today.
Kirsten continued cackling and heckling them as they crossed the street from her. Pete could barely look at her now because she seemed so worn down. She had lost weight, her hair was knotted and she looked tired. Pete remembered falling for her strong personality and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed in her. He knew it wasn’t even that the break up had knocked her sideways. It was that she had allowed herself to stay down. He looked back at her with eyes that read ‘what the hell are you doing?’ and he could see in her eyes the words ‘I don’t fucking know anymore’ and that was it. She was so preoccupied with getting what she wanted she hadn’t realized that, hey, she was bordering on insane here.
Pete shook his head and let Patrick tug him across the road.
X
It was nearly time for the demolition Kirsten had gotten off the building now. They actually did make a bit of money and Panic signed a few autographs while they were waiting. Some of the guys had gone into the building to get instruments they had left inside before it was demolished so they started busking. Jamming sometimes, singing Tenacious D, Hall and Oates, Johnny Cash, The Police, Jawbreaker, Counting Crows and they made sure to add in some Hush sound, Panic, Gym Class Heroes and ‘Insert Name Here’. They started to drum up a bit of a crowd too. A group of guys and girls were hanging out with them all and singing along to all the songs they knew. Pete and Patrick started talking to three of the girls who all, coincidentally, went to the Gym Class Heroes show the night before while everyone else got into a rousing chorus of ‘The Emo Kid Song’.
“What are you guys doing here?” One of the girls, Naomi, asked and Pete replied,
“Waiting for the world to end.”
Patrick squeezed his hand and gestured to the building behind.
“They’re going to knock it down,” he explained. “So all these bands here are going to end up unsigned again.”
“That is the end of the fucking world!” Another girl, Jackie, exclaimed. “You’re all so good!”
“Yeah,” Patrick sighed. “But they’ll all get signed again since they’re that good, you know?”
“What about you guys?” the third girl, Nadia, asked and Patrick looked at Pete and smiled.
“Well, we’re not really a band,” Pete said with a wry smile. “But we’re thinking of trying it since last night went so well…”
“Awesome!” all three girls said simultaneously and burst out laughing with Pete and Patrick.
“Seriously though,” Naomi grinned. “You actually fucking blew the roof off that place so you had better keep it up. You were going mental on stage!”
“You’re an amazing singer too,” Jackie nodded at Patrick who blushed and thanked her. Pete glared and put his arms around Patrick protectively.
“Aw, you’re too cute together for any of us to steal away Patrick,” Naomi shook her head and Nadia and Jackie agreed.
“Besides,” Jackie added. “You’re so obviously gay for each other it would defy the laws of physics to remove you from each other’s pants.”
There was a sudden roar and the entire group turned around to see, well, the end of the world. The wrecking ball was in place and the whole group was silent. Everyone looked as though they were either going to throw up or cry and even the kids that had just met them looked somber.
The next few seconds were the longest of Pete’s life.
The first blow was struck and the building crumbled and caved under the weight like it was paper and Pete felt a piece of his heart curl and die with it. The ball swung and crashed like waves eroding away at not just a building but a motherfucking era. It hurt. The amount of life Pete had put into that place he half expected it to fight back. He smiled at that thought. The crumbling structure pulling itself up to beat the wrecking ball back as it fell.
Going down swinging.
He liked the sound of that.
XxX
The kids were amazing. They were booing and screaming like absolute maniacs and the group had only really met them that day. Some of them were actually throwing things and one of the boys threw a rock that smacked Kirsten in the back of the head. Most of the group did a simultaneous ‘ouch’ but Patrick and the kids giggled quietly. Patrick wasn’t usually that unsympathetic but damn, it was funny.
Once the demolition men had left along with Kirsten, the dust had settled and the rubble had been cleared away the group waved good bye to the kids after taking down band myspaces and promising to make each one famous.
Once the kids had gone the bands went over to the space where the building was and stood silently, as if to give a moment of silence to a fallen friend.
“Well this is shit,” Bob broke the silence.
“It’s so…empty,” Greta agreed miserably. Then more silence and Pete was shaking a little bit.
“Hey, Pete,” Patrick said softly. “Are you gonna be okay?”
“Yeah,” Pete sniffed. “I’m just freaking out a little.”
“Understandable,” Patrick smiled and wrapped his arms around Pete. “So, where do we go from here?”
Pete shrugged weakly,
“Home, obviously.”
“Oh shit, I forgot about that place. The flour has probably gone flaky and everything now,” Patrick said sadly, shuddering at the thought.
Pete turned to face the rest of the group, still wrapped tightly in Patrick and asked,
“Is anyone busy after here?”
Everyone looked at each other and one by one shook their heads and Pete grinned.
“Patrick and I need a teeny tiny favour.”
XxX
“I blame Joe,” Spencer Smith grumbled.
“I think we all blame Joe,” Greta laughed.
“Hey! It takes two to tango!” Joe tried to defend himself but no one felt any sympathy for him. The consensus was, Pete is Pete and Joe wasn’t high therefore he was the responsible one.
“Pete’s Pete. You should know better.”
All of the former Decaydance bands plus Patrick, Pete, Joe and Andy were helping to clean Patrick and Pete’s house of the dreaded flour scum, plus tidying up the rest of the house along the way.
“How the hell do you people survive in this place?!” Spencer exclaimed. “Oh My God is that an apple?!”
“It smells kind of like a banana,” Jon said worriedly and Spencer looked like he was going to faint.
“Hey, where did the other half of your band go?” Travis asked Jon who shrugged.
“I saw them slink off into that room over there,” Jon pointed to the bedroom. “I figured they were going to clean or make out or something.”
“Pete!!” Patrick shrieked. “They…our…bedroom…making out…our bed!! Pete!”
“Hey, you want to walk in on them?” Pete asked. “Be my guest. We’ll just burn the sheets later, it’s cool.”
“We’re cleaning as a matter of fact!” Brendon shouted through the door. “Oh, and Patrick? Nice shoes.”
“I think I’m going to pass out,” Patrick paled and Spencer rushed over to comfort him. They shared a ‘shoe thing’. Pete didn’t question it and continued scrubbing the floor.
This wasn’t exactly making music but it was fun in a strange sort of way and Pete was surrounded by his friends. He had a funny feeling that maybe If he kept these people around him for long enough the hole that he could feel forming in his being would be filled. He looked at Patrick and felt so close to full it was a little bit unsettling. A lot of things about Patrick were unsettling like his obscene love of shoes for example, or his ability to know exactly what Pete is thinking all the damn time.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you guys,” Disashi suddenly piped up to the whole room. “You’ll never guess who was at out show yesterday on downtime before their next big tour.”
“Who?” Andy asked.
“William fucking Beckett from The Academy Is…”
There was a moment of shocked silence.
“Oh shit yeah!” Travis laughed. “He grabbed me after the show and was all like ‘you guys were fucking awesome! Let’s go get drunk!’ so I was like ‘fuck yeah’ and he gave me his number and they’re gonna take us on tour next year and he loves you guys, especially Patrick!”
Patrick held himself from swooning a little because his boyfriend was kind of in the room but he grinned from ear to ear.
“That’s right!” Pete exclaimed and grabbed Patrick’s hand, turning to face Andy and Joe. “We have a proposition for you. How do you feel about us, a van, dive-bar shows and a dream?”
“Seriously?” Joe asked, almost bouncing on the ground. “Yes! Fucking yes!!”
“Well,” Andy shrugged. “I’ve been in weirder bands. Let’s give it a shot.”
Pete grinned and pulled the other three men into a group hug.
“I’d kiss you but you’re not as awesome as Patrick,” he said happily and Patrick went bright pink.
“You realize,” Joe announced. “If I hadn’t moved house none of this would have happened.”
“Go get high Joe,” about five people said and Joe stood up, about to go and do just that when he stopped and stared at Patrick.
“Dude, is that a flour hand-print on your ass?” he asked and Patrick’s pink cheeks turned red with embarrassment and rage.
“PETE!!”
“Hey Joe, mind if I tag along?!”
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