Patrick
April 13th
As soon as Dallon, Hayley, and Bob got back to the church after school ever word that came out of their mouths was about a new kingdom;
The hopeless fountain kingdom.
And that bitch was behind it.
Morals have been shifting. In just the past few days, it's been made apparent to the members of each kingdom that things are changing. For the Young Bloods, especially. Now YBs are still the tough guys, just not evil. Dallon has spoken out about anti bullying and more awareness about the lgbt community. And for the most part, members, or subjects, have been okay with it. Subjects do what the king says, and Pete's saying that things are changing to be less violent.
But for the stragglers who only want to fight, they have become a sort of pirate. A bandit, a rebellion they've started.
But I guess now they're found their new kingdom.
The one with Queen Halsey, or Ashley.
"You can't be serious." Gerard breathes out.
"Well we are," Hayley sighs, "and the sad thing is that people are joining.
Like there's about 750 students, and you know that like 400 are Soul Punks and like 350 are Youngbloods, but now there's like 25 kids and more on the rise leaving the Young Bloods and joining the Hopeless Fountain Kingdom. And this is the first day the kingdom has existed."
And now this is bad.
"We can't focus on this." Pete says calmly.
"What? Pete, this is very fucking important." Dallon says frantically.
"Monday. We'll deal with it Monday. For now, Travie's over priority."
They understand instantly.
They all circle around to discuss thing about the kingdom, though. But I stay back with Pete, and when he grabs my wrist and drags me to that fucking room where Brendon and I got the tables from last week, I know that he's hurting.
He slams closed the door, "Patrick, I'm sick of this."
And he sounds anger, not sad. In fact, there's not a lace of sadness in his words, but pure, raw fury.
"I'm know...Pete, I'm sor-"
He shuts me up by slamming me into the wall, pressing his lips on mine. I kiss back, but weakly because I can tell this is the way he's taking out his anger.
"This. Pete- talk. Pete to- Please. Talk to. Me. Don't-" I speak in between his kisses.
"Shut up." He growls against my mouth.
I can feel his finger tips under my shirt and on my skin.
"Ur Gay." Is what I say.
And I can tell he's trying not to laugh, to let down his defensive and mad guard, but he looses it and starts hysterically laughing into the kiss. The kiss getting softer and sweeter.
"Bi, Patrick," he chuckles pulling away, "remember?"
I smile lightly, "talk to me."
"I miss him." He sighs.
I pull him into a hug, "I know being pissed is a completely normal reaction, but please do try to, um, not do that again."
He apologizes.
"I can't imagine what this is like for you. You're so strong, Pete. You'll never get over it because hell knows how much he meant to you, but you'll heal—I can promise that." I kiss his forehead.
"Isn't the saying 'heaven knows'?" He asks.
I snort, "Yeah, but we're all going to hell so."
He chuckles against, pressing his head into my neck and wrapping his arms around me. It's a silent embrace, until I hear little whimpers and sobs. He cries into my shirt and I just rub his back.
"God, Why the hell am I crying?" He mutters.
"It's fine, Pete. Everyone does it, hun." I pet his hair.
"Hun?" He sighs.
"Hun." I repeat.
"Maybe 'Hun' can our always-"
"Pete, shut the fuck up."
———
"There's only like two more months left of school." Frank sighs.
"I'm gonna miss you guys," Pete say, "really, I am."
We all sit in the big fort once more, this time just existing around one another.
"Who's getting the kingdom?" I mumble.
"Well," Pete pauses, "Young Bloods and Soul Punk get along now, I guess. So I wanna make sure that the whole thing works out so it stays that way...Dallon gets the Kingdom and becomes King, Brendon becames the King's...King? Like the Queen basically. I don't know about guards at all."
"Thanks, Pete." Dallon nudges Pete's shoulder.
"How about Tyler Joseph? He was suggested before, but he was 'too nice.'" Brendon asks.
"He could totally be one. Oh! And his friend Josh Dun. Josh is tough but sweet and...obedient." Frank suggests, muttering the last part.
Brendon snorts, "do you two have a history, Mr. Josh Dun is obedient?"
"Oh god-" Hayley tries.
"NOT AT ALL." Frank states, and Gerard rolls his eyes.
"Frank's summer before high school was a weird time." Gerard laughs, "I'm glad I scooped you up before Josh and you go too serious-"
"OKAY ENOUGH, HONEY." Frank covers Gerard's mouth.
Everyone chuckled.
"So that's two guards. We need at least one more." Pete says.
"Matty Healy." I say.
"Oh my god don't get me started on that guy, the Gaylord of the century and he's not even a Young Blood ?" Pete groans, "I hate that guy..."
"Whatever, I think he's cool." I raise an eyebrow.
"You two fucked didn't you?" Pete questions.
"Go away, Satan."
"How about Spencer Smith?" Dallon asks.
"Oh hell yeah, he's cool." Brendon agrees.
"I don't know much about him." Pete says.
"Oh, well he's a dope drummer and a hilarious dude. He's struggled with addiction in the past, but he's an amazing guy and just wants the best for everyone, and goes through life with a smile and a Capri Sun." Hayley laughs.
"Okay I'm in." Pete chuckles, "the Capri son part won me over."
"Then it's settled." I smile at Pete.
He grabs my hands and runs his sweaty, gross callused fingers over my knuckles. I lean into him.
"Alright." Gerard smirks.
"We did it, yay." Bob sarcastically remarks.
I snort, "hell Yeah."
