Don't You Fake It, Fall Out Boy
Title: Don't You Fake It
Author: becomingblurred
Pairing: Patrick/Andy
Word Count: 1394
Rating: PG
Summary: Patrick and Andy were together in secret. Patrick and Andy broke up in secret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy. Title from Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
Author’s Note: This is one of the many Patrick/Andy fics I wrote in the fall. This was also one of the few ideas that I also thought was decent enough to post.
Don’t You Fake It
By Donna
“It’s not that painful breaking up when no one knew about it,” Andy told himself as he packed a small bag of memories in a black bag. He put his hands over the contents of the bag, shoving it in tight so he could shut the bag. He took a deep breath, slinging it over his shoulder one final time. “Still hurt yourself the same way,” he added as he began to walk, a piece of hotel paper dropping from his bag. He sighed, bending down and picking it up. He glanced at the crooked hearts and the crossed-out words across the top of it and crammed it once more in his bag. “I wonder how bad he feels?” He opened up the bag a final time, admiring the little trinkets and wrappers from treats he could never throw away. He felt something touch his shoulder and he turned his head slowly. “Oh... hi.”
“Hey, Andy, uh,” Patrick unintentionally pressed his body against Andy’s. He bit his lip and said, “I’m so sorry this couldn’t work out... I... I still love you so much... but... this is for the best, right?”
“You didn’t ask for this, Patrick. It’s not your fault,” Andy replied. “It’s just... not meant to be.”
Patrick nodded. “Right. Uhm... well, good luck, right?”
“Exactly. Good luck to you, too.” He smiled weakly, trying to be as gentle as possible as he shoved Patrick off of him. “I’ll be back, I just have to... throw out some things.”
“Alright. I’m going to... probably go eat something.”
Andy smirked. “Alright. Uhm... yeah. Bye.” He shuffled out of the bus, thinking about the past two months. They were nice. He enjoyed the extra attention from a person that he honestly trusted. At the same time he felt too guilty, hiding from Joe and Pete and hiding such a wonderful guy from the attention he really did deserve. He looked at the gas station and found a garbage can. He ripped the bag off his back and began to throw it out into the garbage, a picture of him and Patrick falling out. He groaned, picking it up and putting it back in the bag. He hoped that they’d leave soon and he’d never have to see this specific gas station ever again.
Pete, who had went to get some treats, saw Andy pass by. He looked at Andy, about to say something. Andy was too busy making his way to the bus. So, being Pete, he went to the garbage can that wasn’t too far from the entrance of the store and looked at the bag that came out of it. He knew it was Andy’s. He had been using it for a good two months. Why would he throw it away? He grabbed the bag and ignored the people staring at him as he walked to the bus, the bag clutched to his side. He nearly rolled into his bunk, ripping open the bag and watched the contents speak for itself. He grabbed the picture, the hotel paper, and a movie ticket stub. “...What?” he asked himself. He continued to dig through the bag, finding more and more information that was concealed from him for two months. Clearly, well, now it was clear, that his two friends, were carrying out a relationship behind his back. And even though Pete was angry at the two of them for leaving him out of the loop, he was more angry at whatever it was that prevented the two of them from saying anything about it.
He peeked through his bunk and found a rather glum-looking Patrick sitting on the ground, nibbling on a cookie. “Hey, Patrick.”
Patrick turned his head. “Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“...Nothing.”
Pete sighed, going back inside his bunk. He found a letter and decided to read it.
Hey, Andy
I know you’re probably annoyed by these notes by now. But I know they’re the quietest way to make our points across. It’s hard to hide like this sometimes, but when you give me those little looks I know it’s alright. We can do this. I know we can. Someday we can tell the guys. For now you’ll just have these stupid, little notes with hotel names over them as return addresses. Hah.
I love you,
Patrick
Pete smiled. He wished he had someone that wrote stupid, little notes He then realized that he was part of “the guys.” Patrick and Andy were no more, and he didn’t know what happened between them because they couldn’t tell him. And those stupid, little notes could no longer be exchanged. Pete shoved the letter back in the bag and looked for Andy. Andy had been hiding toward the front of the bus, staring out the window. He tried to think of something to say, but he chose to hide in his bunk and pretend he was taking a cat nap.
Patrick got up off the ground and walked to Andy. He whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Andy said, looking at Pete’s bunk. “Is he there?”
“I don’t care anymore,” Patrick said mournfully.
Andy nodded, looking at Patrick.
Pete covered his mouth. They were nothing short of two corpses and his ignorance was what killed them. He wanted to pop in, but then he realized that he would probably be attacked for taking the bag.
The other two hugged. They didn’t talk, just held each other. Pete assumed that they were either going to cry, scream, or fuck right there. It was going to be something extreme, emotionless, and painful.
“I tried,” Andy finally said, “I tried by best for you. And I really hate failing and I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t fail. Everyone else did. And our real lives got in the way.”
“Failed,” Pete mouthed. He couldn’t help but feel that it was aimed at him.
“Well, fuck,” Andy said, stealing the rest of Patrick’s cookie and shoving it in his mouth. He crawled into his own bunk and stared at Pete’s direction as he curled up. He looked at Patrick, who was hiding in the hood of his sweatshirt. Pete looked at the inside of his bunk. Who did the dumping? Maybe Andy? He seemed the most regretful. Maybe Patrick. But he seemed to desperate.
Then Pete wondered what the next show was going to be like.
He got his answer the night after. It was awkward at best. Joe was the only one who seemed to preform at his best. Patrick was tense and Andy kept missing beats. He was about to drop his bass and force them to kiss and make up on stage, but for some reason, the exhibitionist of the group didn’t feel like subjecting his friends to public scrutiny.
Patrick turned to the drum stand, unsure what to do with it. He looked at Andy and Andy looked at him. They turned away at the same time and pretended it didn’t happen.
After the show, Andy went straight to the hotel.
Pete confronted Patrick about it. “Andy looked pretty upset.”
“Yeah.” Patrick shuffled his feet nervously.
“You know why?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you go see what’s up?”
“...I hate you.” Patrick never sounded so venomous. “You’re such a jackass.”
Pete’s eyes widened as Patrick followed Andy. Pete wished he knew what happened next.
What did happen was that Patrick found Andy in his hotel room, curled up, not looking in the direction of the door. Patrick closed the door slowly, watching him. Andy didn’t move. Patrick assumed he was asleep. He lied down next to Andy, trying to keep space. Andy looked over. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Pete told me to make up with you. He knew. I don’t know how long. But he knew.”
Andy turned to face him. “And? Is he planning our farewell tour?”
“No. He seems fine with it. Really. So...”
“...I was thinking. About us,” Andy said, getting a little closer. “We need to get back together. Don’t we?”
“Why? Is it eating at you, too?”
“...Yeah. I mean, I don’t care if we end up really not working out. It’s a risk worth taking.”
“Are you sure about it?”
“Yes.”
Patrick smiled, getting closer as well. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? This better work for both our sakes.”
END
Author: becomingblurred
Pairing: Patrick/Andy
Word Count: 1394
Rating: PG
Summary: Patrick and Andy were together in secret. Patrick and Andy broke up in secret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy. Title from Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
Author’s Note: This is one of the many Patrick/Andy fics I wrote in the fall. This was also one of the few ideas that I also thought was decent enough to post.
Don’t You Fake It
By Donna
“It’s not that painful breaking up when no one knew about it,” Andy told himself as he packed a small bag of memories in a black bag. He put his hands over the contents of the bag, shoving it in tight so he could shut the bag. He took a deep breath, slinging it over his shoulder one final time. “Still hurt yourself the same way,” he added as he began to walk, a piece of hotel paper dropping from his bag. He sighed, bending down and picking it up. He glanced at the crooked hearts and the crossed-out words across the top of it and crammed it once more in his bag. “I wonder how bad he feels?” He opened up the bag a final time, admiring the little trinkets and wrappers from treats he could never throw away. He felt something touch his shoulder and he turned his head slowly. “Oh... hi.”
“Hey, Andy, uh,” Patrick unintentionally pressed his body against Andy’s. He bit his lip and said, “I’m so sorry this couldn’t work out... I... I still love you so much... but... this is for the best, right?”
“You didn’t ask for this, Patrick. It’s not your fault,” Andy replied. “It’s just... not meant to be.”
Patrick nodded. “Right. Uhm... well, good luck, right?”
“Exactly. Good luck to you, too.” He smiled weakly, trying to be as gentle as possible as he shoved Patrick off of him. “I’ll be back, I just have to... throw out some things.”
“Alright. I’m going to... probably go eat something.”
Andy smirked. “Alright. Uhm... yeah. Bye.” He shuffled out of the bus, thinking about the past two months. They were nice. He enjoyed the extra attention from a person that he honestly trusted. At the same time he felt too guilty, hiding from Joe and Pete and hiding such a wonderful guy from the attention he really did deserve. He looked at the gas station and found a garbage can. He ripped the bag off his back and began to throw it out into the garbage, a picture of him and Patrick falling out. He groaned, picking it up and putting it back in the bag. He hoped that they’d leave soon and he’d never have to see this specific gas station ever again.
Pete, who had went to get some treats, saw Andy pass by. He looked at Andy, about to say something. Andy was too busy making his way to the bus. So, being Pete, he went to the garbage can that wasn’t too far from the entrance of the store and looked at the bag that came out of it. He knew it was Andy’s. He had been using it for a good two months. Why would he throw it away? He grabbed the bag and ignored the people staring at him as he walked to the bus, the bag clutched to his side. He nearly rolled into his bunk, ripping open the bag and watched the contents speak for itself. He grabbed the picture, the hotel paper, and a movie ticket stub. “...What?” he asked himself. He continued to dig through the bag, finding more and more information that was concealed from him for two months. Clearly, well, now it was clear, that his two friends, were carrying out a relationship behind his back. And even though Pete was angry at the two of them for leaving him out of the loop, he was more angry at whatever it was that prevented the two of them from saying anything about it.
He peeked through his bunk and found a rather glum-looking Patrick sitting on the ground, nibbling on a cookie. “Hey, Patrick.”
Patrick turned his head. “Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“...Nothing.”
Pete sighed, going back inside his bunk. He found a letter and decided to read it.
Hey, Andy
I know you’re probably annoyed by these notes by now. But I know they’re the quietest way to make our points across. It’s hard to hide like this sometimes, but when you give me those little looks I know it’s alright. We can do this. I know we can. Someday we can tell the guys. For now you’ll just have these stupid, little notes with hotel names over them as return addresses. Hah.
I love you,
Patrick
Pete smiled. He wished he had someone that wrote stupid, little notes He then realized that he was part of “the guys.” Patrick and Andy were no more, and he didn’t know what happened between them because they couldn’t tell him. And those stupid, little notes could no longer be exchanged. Pete shoved the letter back in the bag and looked for Andy. Andy had been hiding toward the front of the bus, staring out the window. He tried to think of something to say, but he chose to hide in his bunk and pretend he was taking a cat nap.
Patrick got up off the ground and walked to Andy. He whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Andy said, looking at Pete’s bunk. “Is he there?”
“I don’t care anymore,” Patrick said mournfully.
Andy nodded, looking at Patrick.
Pete covered his mouth. They were nothing short of two corpses and his ignorance was what killed them. He wanted to pop in, but then he realized that he would probably be attacked for taking the bag.
The other two hugged. They didn’t talk, just held each other. Pete assumed that they were either going to cry, scream, or fuck right there. It was going to be something extreme, emotionless, and painful.
“I tried,” Andy finally said, “I tried by best for you. And I really hate failing and I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t fail. Everyone else did. And our real lives got in the way.”
“Failed,” Pete mouthed. He couldn’t help but feel that it was aimed at him.
“Well, fuck,” Andy said, stealing the rest of Patrick’s cookie and shoving it in his mouth. He crawled into his own bunk and stared at Pete’s direction as he curled up. He looked at Patrick, who was hiding in the hood of his sweatshirt. Pete looked at the inside of his bunk. Who did the dumping? Maybe Andy? He seemed the most regretful. Maybe Patrick. But he seemed to desperate.
Then Pete wondered what the next show was going to be like.
He got his answer the night after. It was awkward at best. Joe was the only one who seemed to preform at his best. Patrick was tense and Andy kept missing beats. He was about to drop his bass and force them to kiss and make up on stage, but for some reason, the exhibitionist of the group didn’t feel like subjecting his friends to public scrutiny.
Patrick turned to the drum stand, unsure what to do with it. He looked at Andy and Andy looked at him. They turned away at the same time and pretended it didn’t happen.
After the show, Andy went straight to the hotel.
Pete confronted Patrick about it. “Andy looked pretty upset.”
“Yeah.” Patrick shuffled his feet nervously.
“You know why?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you go see what’s up?”
“...I hate you.” Patrick never sounded so venomous. “You’re such a jackass.”
Pete’s eyes widened as Patrick followed Andy. Pete wished he knew what happened next.
What did happen was that Patrick found Andy in his hotel room, curled up, not looking in the direction of the door. Patrick closed the door slowly, watching him. Andy didn’t move. Patrick assumed he was asleep. He lied down next to Andy, trying to keep space. Andy looked over. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Pete told me to make up with you. He knew. I don’t know how long. But he knew.”
Andy turned to face him. “And? Is he planning our farewell tour?”
“No. He seems fine with it. Really. So...”
“...I was thinking. About us,” Andy said, getting a little closer. “We need to get back together. Don’t we?”
“Why? Is it eating at you, too?”
“...Yeah. I mean, I don’t care if we end up really not working out. It’s a risk worth taking.”
“Are you sure about it?”
“Yes.”
Patrick smiled, getting closer as well. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? This better work for both our sakes.”
END