|Pete Wentz| "We're Even."

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That Night 02:17 AM

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That Night 02:17 AM

You lay in the small bunk, tossing and turning. The same thought was replaying in your mind as you gazed at the ceiling. The cotton sheets wrapped around your form, a cold feeling next to you.

"Y/N?" A voice spoke from the darkness that shrouded you.

You sniffled and cleared your throat, speaking up. "Yeah?"

"You seem quiet, still thinking about Pete?"

"I'd be lying if I said no."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Honestly Patrick I just want to go home."

You sat up on the bed, swinging your legs around, feeling the warm carpet beneath them. You searched for your lamp switch, water welling up in your eyes once more. The light filled the cabin as you looked towards Patrick.

"Bloody hell Y/N."

You walked into the central living area, sitting down on the couch. You took a soft quilt and wrapped it around you, instantly feeling the warmth from it. Patrick came and sat next to you, keeping his gaze on you while your gaze was fixated in your lap.

"Was I the reason why he did it?" You sniffed, breaking the silence.

"No don't be silly Y/N. He's lucky to have yo-"

"He was bored of me..."

"What?"

"He wouldn't have done it otherwise Patrick..."

"Y/N, none of us know why he did it. But that is not the reason."

"I loved him... I hate the fact that I still do. I hadn't ever really been in a real relationship until he came along, I knew what I was signing up for, touring, Pete spending a lot of time with you. I knew I couldn't let jealousy get in the way. So I didn't, I trusted him." You sighed, leaning your elbow on the arm of the sofa.

"Patrick, I'm going to pack my stuff tonight. I'll be gone by morning."

"Y/N you can't leave-"

"But I can't stay here. There's too much tension."

"Please reconsider."

"I've made my decision." You smiled and walked back to your cabin, getting the small suitcase you brought with you. Packing the items you had brought with you. A tear was slipping down onto the bedsheets. You walked into the kitchen leaving a few things for Pete. Patrick walked back in behind you, Joe and Andy now behind him. The four of you gazed at each other for a few moments.

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