My Best Kept Secret and My Biggest Mistake
Chapter One Hearts,Lies and Friends
"You have no idea how much I love her" Patrick grinned talking to his three band mands. Andy was trying to act like he was paying attention,Joe was playing a game and Pete was typing on his sidekick. Patrick was talking about Anna his girlfriend of four years who he had something very special planned for after the concert that night.
Pete glanced up from his sidekick and let out a soft sigh. He had a feeling Patrick was going to propose tonight and as much as he wanted him to be happy, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had cared deeply about Patrick, always throwing him subtle hints, hoping he'd realize that Pete could treat him better than Anna. Anna. Pete never liked her much, there was something about her that bothered him and he couldn't put his finger on it. "So...this is the night?" Pete asked, hiding the sadness in his voice for his friend.
"Yes it is..I can't believe it,starting tommorrow I'm going to be engaged!" Patrick's voice was higher pitched than usual. He was squealing.
Pete sighed and went back to his sidekick. "Great, Trick. That's great. She's a lucky girl." Joe glanced over at Pete and frowned. He knew about his feelings for Patrick, hell everyone did except for Patrick.
Before things got intense, Andy stood up."Well congrads to that..but we have to go to soundcheck"
Pete closed his sidekick, slipping it into his pocket. He stood up and walked out of the room without a word. Joe bit his lip and glanced at Andy in worry.
"I get to sing!"Patrick exclaimed going to the front to get his girlfriend. Then going to follow Pete. Andy looked over at Joe. "You think he'll go in depression again?"
Joe nodded and sighed. "I'm worried. I think he definitely will. And I don't know if we can help him out of this one."
Andy sighed."How can Patrick not see? I don't trust Anna either"
Joe shook his head and rolled his eyes. "She's just not right for him...I wish he could see how much Pete loves him."
"I guess he never will"
Pete walked over to his bass, picking it up and playing around with it quietly, not paying attention to anyone else.
Patrick held Anna's hands before entering the sound check room. "I'll pick you up after soundcheck ok?"
Anna smiled and nodded, kissing Patrick's cheek. "Of course, baby. I love you." She looked over and saw Pete, rolling her eyes at him. She never liked him, not in the least.
"Alright..you can hang out with Kevin if you want" He kissed her cheek entering the room.
Pete sighed and stayed as far away from Patrick as possible as he played his bass, waiting for the rest of the guys to start.
Patrick blinked picking up his guitar. After sound check the guys went for lunch. Patrick turned to his band mates as Pete walked ahead."Is he mad at me or something?"
Joe looked at Andy nervously before shaking his head quickly. "Oh no, no. He's just...tired." He nodded and shrugged.
"Seems like he's avoiding me"
Joe laughed and shook his head again, wrapping an arm around Patrick. "Oh don't be silly. Why would he ever do that?"
"I don't know!" Patrick pulled his cap off and replaced it quickly."I'll talk to him after I save my girlfriend from my big brother..he's demented as you know"
"Um, okay, yeah, you go do that." Joe nodded and leaned over to whisper to Andy. "Maybe we should try to talk to him before Patrick does."
"I agree..."Andy nodded walking over to Pete with Joe by his side.
Pete looked over at the two of them and flashed a weak smile. "What's up guys? Where 's Patrick?"
"Retrieving the whore..what's up with you?"
"Oh," Pete laughed and shrugged. "Nothing is up with me, I'm fine, really."
"Pete..we know you like Patrick..."Andy trailed off.
"Oh...well...okay then." Pete sighed.
"So what's on your mind"
"Well...I don't think it's a good idea. I just...I think she's not right for him."
"We don't either. She'll mess up sooner or later and when she does..it's your turn"
"He's not going to want me." Pete frowned.
"You never know..."
"No, I do know. Just forget it. It's not ever happening." Pete sighed and shook his head. "I'm going for a walk, see you guys later."
Patrick was skipping happidly down the hall. When he finally located his brother,he saw him kissing a topless girl in a firey passion. When they turned Patrick's jaw dropped. He wanted to run away quietly but his foot collidied wth a table turning both of their heads. All he could say was,"How could you?" He went to take off when Anna,with Kevin's shirt on, stopped him.
Anna bit her lip and sighed. "Aww, I'm sorry, Tricky. Please don't be upset. It won't happen again."
"Tricky? It's PATRICK. Anna no..you have no IDEA. I was going to ask you to marry me tonight.But you can forget that. Just be lucky I was raised to never hit a girl. And YOU" He turned to his older brother, his blue eyes glaring icicles at him. "Our last name may be the same..but as far as I'm concered, we aren't related" He kicked his brother hard on the side of his leg. "Be lucky Kevin she won't play you off as a TRICK" He ran off in the opposite direction colliding with Pete. "Oof"
Pete immediately wrapped his arms around Patrick to steady him and prevent him from falling over. He bit his lip and cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "Well, aren't we in a hurry?" he joked, looking down at him. "You okay?"
Patrick tried to talk but after the rare outburst of anger all that was left was sadness. "N-no..just bring to the bus...I want to curl u-u---p and die"
Pete's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "Trick? Oh my god....what happened?" he asked sadly, holding him close for a few moments, rubbing his back gently.
"I was played off as a Trick..my own brother..my own.fucking brother!"
"What? What do you mean?" Pete asked in confusion.
"She was making out with my brother"
"What?!" Pete frowned, his eyes narrowing. "That bitch!" He was angry, very angry and more than anything he wanted to go over and punch her in the face.
"I kicked..Kevin..I wanted...to punch her..but I can't"
"I--I need to go.." He wiggled out of Pete's grip and ran to the bus as he saw Anna and his brother walking over.
Pete frowned and walked up to the two of them, shaking his head. "How the fuck could you do that to him?" he growled. "Especially you Kevin."
"Caught up in the moment.Like you wouldn't have done it" Kevin shook his head.
Pete shook his head. "I would never do that, especially to someone like Patrick." Anna rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh please...you are such a whore, Pete. Send anyone any naked pictures of your less than impressive dick lately?"
Patrick who was mid-way down the hall reversered directions. "Nobody and I mean nobody talks to my best friend like that. Let me warn you now. Incase you haven't seen it already Kevin's no better and for the record I could care less how I was raised." He paused and the next thing you heard was a loud SMACK."You're the whore. Not Pete"
Pete's eyes widened and he bit his lip, staring at Patrick in disbelief. Anna held her face and shook her head. "How could you do that to me?" she cried.
"The same way you could have your tongue rammed down my brother's throat. What's next going to try to ram your disease infested vagina on his miniscule dick?" He sneered. Anger had resurfaced as Patrick's dominate emotion and he refused to bottle it.
Pete stood there quietly. He was hurt, Anna was right. He was a whore, no better than her. How could he think he'd be better for Patrick? How could he? Anna reached over and slapped Patrick across the face...HARD. "How dare you talk to me like that?" she yelled. "I don't need you. You're nothing to me. You're not attractive, you're not anything...you are just...fat and stupid." She smirked and turned to leave, Kevin following her.
"So what! Go fuck him! Won't be the first member of my family."Patrick's hand rose to touch his cheek where her scrawny hand had slapped him. "THIS ISN'T OVER ANNA!
"Oh it is, Patrick. It is more than over. It's dead." She called over her shoulder.
"Nice choice of words!" He sneered at her one last time as she disappeared,for now. "Pete are you alright?"
Pete looked over at him and nodded. "I'm fine. More importantly...how are you?"
"I'll be fine. I think. I'll kill her, I really will. Let them arrest me I don't care! I've been to prison before"
Pete rolled his eyes. "Patrick, knock it off, please."
: "SHE HURT YOU PETE! That stings more than the feeble slap she gave me"
Pete frowned and looked at Patrick sadly. "It doesn't matter what she said to me, really."
"It did...I saw it in your eyes"
"Well, okay, maybe she's right. The truth hurts sometimes, Trick."
"She's not right..Panda you're everything to me not just some cheap whore"
"Are you sure? I mean...I...you know." He sighed.
"You have naked pictures over the internet so what! That's Chris' fault. I've taken pictures like that on my sidekick too!" Patrick covered his mouth. Where exactly was this boldness comming from?
Pete gasped and then laughed quietly. "Oh Trick! You cute little troublemaker!"
"I was going to send them to--never mind"
"To who? Anna?" Pete frowned. "She doesn't deserve to see perfection," he mumbled.
He giggled. "Not to her. The same person I used as my inspiration when I was ya'know"
"Oh? And who would that be?" he asked curiously.
Pete pouted. "Oh come on, Trick. You can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."Patrick's face flushed a darker hue of red. "Check..your..sidekick..under..private..messages"
Pete's eyes widened and immediately his sidekick was whipped out of his pocket. His fingers moved quickly and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he found the pictures. "Patrick..."
"Yeah?" He asked looking down. "I'm fat I know"
"You are beautiful...absolutely perfect." "You..you think so?"
"I don't think so. I know so." He nodded.
"Oh Pete.." He fell foward into his arms the emotional rampage draining him.
Pete hugged him tightly and sighed. "You poor thing...you must be so emotionally exhausted."
"Yeah but we have to perform.."
Pete looked down at Patrick."Are you sure?" Patrick nodded and they headed towards their dressing room with Patrick still cradled in Pete's arms.
Chapter Two:If Boys Are Messy,Then Girls Made The Mess
"I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast" Patrick belted out the opening lines and notes to the last song of the night,Saturday. He had his hat pulled down over his face. His blue eyes were still welling up with tears. Anna and his brother were in the VIP section and it was stressing the young singer out.
Pete kept an eye on Patrick the whole time, worried about him deeply. He knew he was upset and he wished he could cheer him up somehow. He sighed, concentrating on his bass lines until it was time for him to take the mic. He screamed into it, like usual. God, how he hated his voice. He didn't understand why Patrick had insisted he sing or rather scream. He looked out into the crowd, his eyes resting on Anna. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to still show up. He rolled his eyes at her as she laughed and flipped him off. What a night this would be.
Patrick ended the song and bowed. He walked off the stage quickly. Fresh tears were pricking at his eyes. I ran into their dressing room and bolted the door shut. He leaned his semi-large frame against it and just let himself cry-hard. He picked up his razor blade and sliced across his wrist. He gasped as his skin was ripped apart.The white carpert got stained a dark red color quickly.
Pete sighed and walked off stage, looking around for Patrick. He sighed when he couldn't find him and went over to where Andy and Joe were, talking to some random fans. "Um...hey guys, where's Trick?" he asked nervously, having a bad feeling creeping up in the pit of his stomach. "I can't find him anywhere and well...I'm very worried." Joe raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "I thought he was with you....?"
"Ditto. He's not here" Andy said and shooed a microphone away.
Pete sighed and shook his head. "You haven't seen him at all? He could be...nevermind." He turned away quickly, searching for his best friend once more, tears filling his eyes. He was worried sick, to say the least. He turned the corner and bumped into Anna and Kevin, frowning as he looked at them. "Excuse me," he mumbled, trying to push past them but Anna stopped him.
"Were do you think you're going?"
Pete groaned and rolled his eyes. "Away from you. I have to find Patrick. Please get out of my way," he pleaded.
"Why? Like Tricky would do anything?"
"Move out of the way." Pete said sternly, the pain in his stomach becoming almost unbearable. Something was wrong, he knew it.
"Pete!" Andy yelled from the other of the hall. "Our dressing room is locked!"
Pete looked over at Andy and pushed Anna out of the way. He didn't care anymore. He fished around in his pocket for the spare key, it had to be around here somewhere. He found it and handed it to Andy, smiling slightly. "There you go."
"When did we get red carpeting?" Joe asked walked over looking confused.
Pete rolled his eyes, "Its white, you idiot. Are you high again?" He sighed and walked in the room, gasping at the blood stains. "OH. MY. GOD."
"I TOLD YOU IT WAS RED!"Joe exclaimed getting a joint out of his pocket. Andy smacked him and then un-locked the door.They found Patrick laying on the floor a razor blade in his right hand and his glasses in his left. He had pulled his hat over his face.
Pete rushed over to Patrick's side, tears now spilling down his cheeks. "Oh my god...Patrick? Are you okay? Patrick?!"
"Ughhh" Patrick groaned. "Pete..is..that..you?"
"Pete..look on the wall.."Andy gasped. For the first time they noticed the message on the white wall written in blood. LOVE SUCKS.
Pete looked at the wall and shook his head. "How could you do this to me, Patrick?" He asked quietly. He was being selfish, yes, but he couldn't help it. He loved Patrick so much. He couldn't bear to lose him. Joe cleared his throat and shook his head. "Um, Pete...you really aren't one to talk..."
"Now now let's not fight."Andy tried to be the peace maker. "Pete.. I lost..her..and...then..there's...you"
Pete looked down at Patrick sadly. "Me? What about me?" Joe sighed and quickly moved to call an ambulance.
"You're pefect..why...don't you have..anyone?"His breathing was getting more ragged.
Pete leaned down and pushed away Patrick's hat. He stroked Patrick's cheek lightly and sighed. "Shh, please. We're gonna get you help..."
"That feels good" He whispered softly.
Pete nodded sadly and looked over at Joe. "They're on their way..." he sighed.
"Pete come closer for a sec"Patrick said in a barely audioable voice.
Pete nodded and moved closer to Patrick. "Yes, Trick?"
With what energy he had left he kissed Pete softly before temporarily closing his eyes for good.
Pete immediately broke down, the tears coming out in streams as he choked back sobs. "Oh god...is he dead?"
Just as this happened the paramedics arrived. They felt for a pulse. "No..but he's barely alive..what happened here?"
Pete couldn't handle it. He excused himself and moved to go to the bathroom. Joe watched him and followed him quickly, fearful Pete would do the same.
"He's been through a lot just take him to the hospitial" Andy trailed after Pete and Joe.
Pete looked back and raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"Go with him..Patrick will want you there when he wakes up"Andy nodded.
Pete nodded and moved to follow the paramedics, climbing into the ambulance with them. He reached over and grabbed Patrick's hand, squeezing it tightly.
In his semi-como tose state,Patrick squeezed back.
Pete closed his eyes and sighed. What would he do if he lost Patrick? And why did he kiss him? He was so confused.
As they got to the hospitial Patrick was rushed to the er.Andy and Joe arrived moments later.
Pete was told to wait in the waiting room and sighed as he took a seat, still crying hard.
"Hey any news?"Andy asked putting his hand on Pete's shoulder.
Pete shook his head. "No, nothing. I just have to wait, I guess." He mumbled between sobs.
"Oh Pete we're so sorry.Patrick's your world"
Pete nodded and closed his eyes, shaking all over. "I can't live without him."
"Everything will be fine Pete" Andy glanced nervously over at Joe as the doctor came out. "Are you three here for Patrick Stumph?"
Pete looked up and nodded, biting his lip anxiously. Joe looked back at Andy and sighed, waiting for the news.
"Unfortnately..there was to much blood loss and a poisoness substance in his body...we tried to save him..but he just seemed to let go..I'm very sorry" Andy and Joe immediatly hugged Pete not only to comfort him but because he swore him and Patrick had this..connection.
Pete bit his lip and shivered, shaking his head. "No...he's not. He can't be. I won't believe it. No, no. He's really not. No."
"No, he's not. I'm telling you guys..." Pete sniffled, "Please..he can't be..."
"Explain the connectionPete..what do you feel?"Andy was trying to get it out of him. It would only be a matter of minutes before the press found out that Fall Out Boy's frontman was dead. "It seemed that Patrick hadn't only attempted suicide,it seems as though he was murdered."Joe said softly.
Pete sniffled and shrugged. "I just...I can't explain it Andy..." he whispered softly. He looked over at Joe and bit his lip. "Murdered? Who..? How?"
"Patrick was acting..weird during the performance after he drank from his water bottle.The doctor did say there was a poisoness substance in his body.What if those two planned this?"
Sure enough the press arrived shoving mics at the remaing three of Fall Out Boy.
Pete sighed and turned his head away quickly. "How do they find out these things so quickly?" he groaned. "Its insane. Please leave us alone," he pleaded.
"Seriously.."Andy and Joe served as Pete's body guards and walked away.Later that week they had to face going to the cementary to bid farewell to Patrick. Pete was still alive although Joe and Andy wondered for how much longer?
just to let you know..this chapter is a bit more creepier
Chapter Three Take This To Your Grave
Andy and Joe have had a busy week. They had already lost one friend, they refused to loose another. Pete was asleep peacefully and then he started to twitch in his sleep.
The nightmare started again, the same it had been night after night after Patrick's death. The coffin shook and Patrick cried from inside, screaming "PETE! PETE! HELP ME!" And every night Pete would wake up, screaming and crying for Patrick, telling Andy and Joe that he was still alive. Tonight was no different.
"He's dreaming again" Andy sighed. "Should we wake him up?"
Joe frowned. "I don't know. I mean...he's just going to cry and yell at us."
"That's true" Andy sighed. Inside of Pete's nightmare Patrick's voice screamed. "GET ME OUT PETE! I'm alive! I can't breathe, it's dark,and I'm scared! I miss you Panda! I love you..Anna tried poisoning me..HELP ME!"
Pete's eyes shot open and he jumped out of bed, running by Joe and Andy. "We have to save him! He can't breathe! Hurry, please!"
"Pete..Patrick's dead..you saw him get buried.They're just dreams you just miss Patrick so much" Andy shook his softly. His friend was loosing it.
Joe grabbed Pete, who of course, started kicking and screaming. "Please! I have to save him! He can't breathe! Stop! Let me go!"
"Pete..I know I'm being harsh but why does he need to breathe? He's not here! Snap out of it and go to sleep" With that being said Andy and Joe curled up and went to sleep.
Pete sighed and waited until they fell asleep before pulling on his hoodie and sneaking out of the house quietly. He ran to the graveyard, shovel in hand, and found Patrick's grave. He desperately began to dig, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm here, Patrick, I'm here. Please, please, hold on. I'm going to get you out of here."
After what seemed like forever he finally hit soething solid. The coffin shook as Patrick banged hard on it.
Pete scrambled to open the coffin, his eyes wide as he did. "Trick?"
Patrick sat up coughing. "Pa-n--da"
Patrick's hand shook as he reached out to Pete. "Get me out of here...I'm scared"
Pete grabbed him and pulled him out slowly, hugging him tightly. "Oh god, Trick. Are you okay?"
"Kind of. My hands are all bloody from banging on it. I feel light headed from the shit they put on me to preserve my body. I want to take a shower"He frowned feeling his head. "Where's my hat?"
"But you answered my pleas...why? If I were you I would've thought I was going crazy" Patrick smiled.
Pete reached over and grabbed Patrick's hat, placing it on his head gently. "I knew you were alive. I could feel it. I just...I just knew."
Patrick smiled. "Because you love me?"He asked holding on to Pete tightly.
"Anyways..it was Anna.I heard her telling Kevin she'd put something in my bottle of water. I guess it backfired on her. Instead of killing me..she put me in a deep sleep"
Pete nodded and hugged Patrick tightly. "We can get them arrested. They tried to kill you. We should call the police. Although..I could get arrested too..." he bit his lip.
"No one has to know..you saved me Pete. I..love..you..so much" He stroked Pete's face gently.
"I love you too, Trick." Pete smiled and placed a soft kiss on Patrick's lips.
Patrick smiled."Take me home..I wanna cuddle with you"
Pete smiled and took his hand, leading him back. He opened the door quietly and lead him back to bed.
During the process of getting to the bed Patrick's foot stepped on Joe's hand."Oops! I'm so sorry!"
Joe woke up and looked up at Patrick. "Oh, it's okay, Patrick, don't worry about it." He paused for a moment before opening his eyes wide. "WHOA PATRICK? Shit...what did I take?"
Patrick shook his head. Andy woke up next. "Wait..am I dreaming now too?"
Pete frowned and shook his head. "I TOLD you guys."
"But how is this possible? We saw him dead"Andy scratched his head.
Pete sighed. "He was in a coma pretty much."
"Enough about me"Patick smiled kissing Pete hard so he fell onto the bed.
When the two broke apart from the kiss Patrick decided he needed to shower to get that shit off of his body. Whilst he was in the shower, Andy and Joe looked at Pete."How are we going to explain Patrick's alive to the press? To his family?" Joe asked."We tell them the truth, his ex-girlfriend tried to kill him and it backfired"Pete answered confidently. "And what about you and Patrick?"Andy inquired eyebrow raised. Pete looked away blushing,"That's another story"