Pete's POV
Um... Patrick Stumph, I repeated to myself, heading to Brendon's house, such a horrible name.
"Pete!! What brings you here, buddy?", Brendon shouted from the kitchen.
"Can we talk?", I cut him off.
"... Yeah, sure", he looked clearly confused and kinda upset due to my answer.
"Do you know anyone called Patrick Stumph?"
His face lit up as he shouted: "Hell yes!! He's a huge friend of mine!"
Perfect, I thought, I'm gonna kill my friend's friend. Awesome.
"And... how do you know him?", I wondered.
"Well, I was... wait, why are you asking me all these questions about Patrick?"
"Because I met him some days ago. We've talked for a bit and he seems an alright dude; I just wanted to know more about him."
"Oh... well, we've been knowing each other for three years; he works here at Starbucks and... yeah, we met there."
"So he lives in New York?", I asked showing some fake interest.
"Yes, he moved here when he found the job at Starbucks, but his family is in Philadelphia. He goes there for Christmas holidays. He's a very sweet and generous guy..."
Oh, no, please. I think I might vomit right now.
"Sweet and generous?", I repeated as I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! He's adorable, don't you think?"
"No, because I don't love men. Stop it with gay comments, Bren."
He bursted out laughing and stuck out his tongue: "And you stop being such an asshole... and a stalker."
Being a stalker is useful if you're a serial killer. And I love it, to be entirely honest, I thought silently.
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W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016
FanfictionAn excellent serial killer, who has never failed any of his missions. Nobody can soften his cold heart... Except one. Highest ranking so far: #2 in Peterick & #1 in Fall Out Boy - TRIGGER WARNING: frequent cussing, mention of self harm, rape and sui...