Nobody Wants To Hear You Sing About Tragedies 2 (Fall Out Boy/ Peterick Fanfic)

Part 1

Nobody Wants To Hear You Sing About Tragedies 2

Part 1

Pete's POV:

"Pete... wake up!" Brendon whispered harshly in my ear. I groaned and pushed him off of me. "Peeeete!" he whined. I sighed and opened my eyes. I looked up at him and he smiled a goofy smile. "Good morning!" he planted his lips on mine and cupped my cheek.

"Good morning, love," I spoke against his lips, "Did you sl -"

"Nope! I've been up since two." He blinked twice. "I got bored."

"What time is -"

"It's 8:30." He curled up under the blankets while I sat up and yawned.

"Baby it's too -" 

Good morning. Why are you up so early? Patrick spoke in my head.

Go back to sleep. Why? I don't want to. Beca-

"Baby...? Is he talking again...?" Bden looked up at me, a sad look painted on his face. I'm sorry...

"uh, yeah..." I sighed and rubbed my neck. My face was heating up and I knew I was blushing. "I'm gonna go shower." I stood up and Brendon did the same.

"Want me to join you?" he asked, kissing my cheek. I shook my head.

"No it's fine." I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I peeled off my clothes and stared hopelessly into the mirror.

You okay, Pete?  Patrick said softly into my head. I felt his warm embrace around me. It's all in my head. I know that.

Pete, it's now "just in your head". Yes it is. No it's not! Shut the hell up! Don't shut me out, again! Pete, Please!

I opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out the silver piece of metal from the top cabinet. Pete, no!

Brendon's POV:

As soon as the door shut, tears began to fall. I knew that he'd come out with a fresh bunch of cuts and I could do nothing about it. He pushed me out of his head every time I tried to get close to him. He wouldn't let me help. Patrick would know how to help.

I stifled a sob at that thought. Pete didn't really love me. He loved Patrick, and I knew that. He only really wanted the hole in his heart to be filled. I filled that hole, temporarily.

Pete only let me inside his head, once. And it was by accident. It was then that I realized "Patrick" spoke in Pete's head. It was more like Pete's conscience that took the form of Patrick's voice. When Patrick was alive, Pete went to him with everything. It made sense, I guess.

I loved Pete more than anything. He means the world to me. Every time he came out with new wounds, my heart would break a little more. I sighed.

The phone rang, breaking me away from my thoughts. I wiped my tears and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" I said, sniffling.

"Hey, it's Joe." Joe had been calling nearly every morning for about two months, now that he found out about Pete cutting.

"Oh, hey." I hugged my knees.

"Good morning; how are things there?" I heard a baby crying in the background.

"They're.....okay..."  I sighed.

"Did he...?" Joe whispered. I sighed again.

"I don't know; he's showering." Tears formed in my eyes again.

"Brendon, maybe he should go to a therapist..."

"I don't thin h- "

"Let me rephrase that. I'm tired of being scared. You're tired of being scared. Take him to a goddamn doctor." Joe's voice cracked and I stifled a sob.

"Okay... Goodbye, Joe." I sniffled out.

"Bye, Bden."

I hung up the receiver and sobbed into my hands.

"Baby...?" Pete asked from the bathroom doorway. His hair was wet and he was wearing basketball shorts. I swore under my breath and wiped my eyes.

"I-I'm fine." I stood up, covering my shoulders with a blanket.  Pete walked to me, pulling me into his arms. "Are you alright, Pete...? Is he hurting you...?" I asked, stifling a sob.

"No... Baby, I'm fine..."

I buried my face in his neck and sniffled. He smelled like aftershave and vanilla. Pete rubbed my back and sat down on the bed, pulling me onto his lap.

"Bden...? Who was on the phone..?" Pete asked me.

"J-Joe." I lifted my head and looked at him. "What are we doing today?" I asked.

"Well, you have band rehearsals, baby." He kissed my nose and I sighed. I didn't want to go anywhere without Pete.

"Can you come..?" I asked, but he shook his head.

"I have to go pick up Declan. Today is my day."

It turned out that Elisa's baby really was Patrick's. Somehow, Pete and Elisa split the custody. Declan looked so much like Patrick, Pete often broke down when he was around. The little baby boy tried to figure out was wrong. He had started calling Pete "Daddy" and Pete seemed so happy when he did. It seemed that Declan was the only person to witness Pete's happiness, firsthand.

I simply stood on the sidelines.

To be continued...

A/N SO this is Part 1 to my sequel of Nobody Wants To Hear You Sing About Tragedies.  I have some great plans for this one. Please, just be patient with updates, for I do not have a phone, anymore.

And, I'm going through a lot of personal battles. A lot. I'm not gonna announce it on here, but if you'd like to know why I haven't been updating and such, feel free to message me. I'lltalk if you want*