With Me
Title : With Me (Slash Songfic)
Pairing : Pete/ Patrick and Pete/ Ashlee
Rating : R
Words: 1067
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux)
Disclaimer: I do not own them. This [unfortunately] never happened.
Summary: "Patrick wished, just a little part of him wanted to be there instead of Ashlee, looking into Pete’s eyes. "
May 17, 2008
Patrick assumed his place behind Pete in the wedding hall with a heavy heart. He managed to fake a smile. Though he was happy for Pete, having found the girl of his dreams, Patrick wished, just a little part of him wanted to be there instead of Ashlee, looking into Pete’s eyes. But he couldn’t. And he didn’t.
* * * *
I don’t want this moment to ever end
Where everything’s nothing without you
I’d wait here forever just to, to see you smile
‘Cause it’s true, I am nothing, without you
Through it all, I’ve made my mistakes
I’ll stumble and fall, but I mean these words
* * * *
July 11, 2001
Pete blinked at the short teenager in front of him, probably just out of high school. He could use a few pointers on his appearance, but he could play and sing pretty well. Eh, he might be good for a few laughs. Or….more, perhaps?
* * * *
I want you to know, with everything, I won’t let this go
These words are my heart and soul
I’ll hold onto this moment, you know
‘as I bleed my heart out to show
And I won’t let go
* * * *
June 16, 2008
That had been the most uncomfortable yet most liberating conversation of Pete’s life.
“So, should I get the divorce papers?” Pete nodded stiffly, fiddling with his wedding ring for a moment, before setting it on the table before him. Ashlee took a deep, cleansing breath, as if to wish away Pete’s confession; it didn’t work. His words still hung in the air, the cloud of tension loomed over them, soon to be uncoupled.
* * * *
Thoughts read unspoken
Forever in doubt
Pieces of memories fall to the ground
I know what I didn’t have so, I won’t let this go
‘Cause it’s true, I am nothing without you
* * * *
August 15, 2009
Pete unlocked Patrick’s front door, wondering why he hadn’t answered the first several times he had knocked. Pete slipped off his shoes and padded towards the back of the house.
Swinging open the door of the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was Hope, Joe’s [trampy] ex-girlfriend. The second thing, Patrick. They were both naked. Something told him she hadn’t just lost a contact.
“Patrick?!” Pete gasped.
“Pete!” Patrick yelped.
“Hope!” Hope squealed. They cast pointed glares at her. Pete stormed out of the house, not bothering to grab his shoes, amid Patrick’s protests, burning rubber as he sped away from the residence of his former lover.
* * * *
All of the streets, where I walked alone
I’ve come to an end
* * * *
August 29, 2009
The media had swarmed all over the story like lions to a dead gazelle. Since Pete and Patrick, as well as their respective reps, weren’t talking, they had to make up their own headlines. Rumors of a paternity test (even though there was no child involved), Patrick having cheated with Pete’s own ex- wife, even there having been another man involved surfaced.
It hit Pete especially hard. Lying in bed, day after day, night after night, feeling like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, stabbed, and shoved back in.
* * * *
I want you to know, with everything, I won’t let this go
These words are my heart and soul
I’ll hold onto this moment, you know
‘as I bleed my heart out to show
And I won’t let go
* * * *
September 1, 2009
Pete found the following letter placed in his mailbox,
Pete,
Words cannot even express how sorry I am. Every day, I regret what I did, or almost did. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I’m still not sure why I wanted to hurt you. I’ve spent seventeen days trying to figure it out, and I’m still drawing a blank. But what I do know is that by you leaving, you took away my reason to live. My reason to get up every morning and face the world. I briefly even considered killing myself, because without you, what is my purpose, but that idea was dismissed after realizing that if you ever forgive me for my…mistake, if you could ever find it in your broken heart to overlook what I did, then…I don’t even know. I can’t go there. I don’t want to go there. . .
* * * *
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies
When you don’t know what you’re looking to find
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies
When you just never know what you will find
* * * *
November 18, 2008
“Why not? It’ll look hot on you!” Patrick wiggled out of Pete’s grasp.
“Pete, no.”
“Please, please…” Pete grabbed Patrick’s shoulders again, eye pencil in his hand.
“No.”
“Please please, pleeeease…” Pete begged. He tried the Bambi eyes, knowing Patrick could never resist. He sighed defeatedly.
“Fine.” He replied begrudgingly.
“’Kayy, but you hav’ta hold still.” Patrick sat down on the toilet seat. Pete cupped Patrick’s chin and instructed him to close his eyes. Everytime Pete touched the pencil to Patrick’s face, he either wiggled away or whined, “owww….” “Hold still…” Pete reminded him.
When Pete was done “working his magic”, he stepped away so Patrick could see his reflection. “Soo, you like?” Pete tapped the pencil against his teeth as he watched Patrick’s face slowly turn up into a smile. “Thought so.”
* * * *
I want you to know, with everything, I won’t let this go
These words are my heart and soul
I’ll hold onto this moment, you know
‘as I bleed my heart out to show
And I won’t let go
* * * *
September 4, 2009
In the silent still of night, Pete lay in the dark, listening to Patrick’s heartbeat. Steady, rhythmic, comforting, when it felt the whole world was moving and you were standing still. Pete wanted to freeze that moment in time; to hold it in his head and in his now- whole heart forever.
“Tricky?”
“Mmmyehmmmm…” Which Pete took as a yes.
“You ‘wake?”
“Iam now.”
“ I love you.”