"My turn." Patrick says, and Pete shakes his head frantically.

"No. It's mine."

Patrick rolls his eyes. "You've gone three times, one following the other."

Pete shrugs and let his head fall to Patrick's pillow, a wry smile on his lips.

"Maybe, but it's still my turn."

Patrick laughs and finally nods. "Fine, but I'll only let you until it gets annoying."

Pete grins and then stared at him with a considering stare, his lips pursed together and one of his eyes squinted into the air. Patrick stared at him and patiently waited.

"Green." Pete finally said.

"Grass." Patrick responds immediately. Pete's grin widens.

"Red."

"Blood."

Pete's eyebrow raises but he doesn't comment. "Indifference."

"Family."

"Family?" Pete asks. Patrick smiles slightly.

"None."

"Love."

Patrick hesitates, and finally he sighs and stares at the ground.

"You." He responds. Pete smiles and reaches his hand to curl around Patrick's, his hand feeling cold but solid.

"I wish, 'Trick," He says and he sits up to pull Patrick's head into his neck, his own face pressing into Patrick's blonde hair, "I've never wanted anything more."

When Patrick pulls his head up to stare into Pete's clear eyes with a smile full of despair, he sees Ryan staring at his with curiosity in his eyes. When they connect eyes, Ryan smiles, waves, and pulls his curtain close.

~.~.~

"Elisa asked me out." Patrick finally says, trying to break the silence. Pete frowns and turns around to face him, face impassive.

"Cool."

"She's really pretty." Patrick continues. Pete slowly sits on the twin-sized bed.

"I bet."

"And smart."

Pete resists a sigh and turns his back to Patrick as he lays down. "Perfect."

Patrick's lips twitch and Pete feels a warm hand position over his own cold one. The hand squeezes and Pete tries not to smile at how well it feels.

"Pete."

"What."

Patrick feels like grinning at Pete's harsh tone, but instead rolls his eyes as long as Pete can't see it.

"Pete." He tries again.

"What do you want?!" Pete snaps and turns to face Patrick with a glare. Patrick laughs lightly and shakes his head. Pete feels like wiping that stupid smile off his face. Traitor.

"I said no."

Pete opens his mouth to scream before his angry face fades to a confused one, his mouth closing once again. "Huh?"

"I told her no."

Pete stares at him as if he were crazy. Pete's seen Elisa from the times she and Patrick would walk to Patrick's house and she'd give him a radiant smile and walk off to the end of the street where her own house is. Elisa isn't ugly. Pete's… Pete. Not bad looking at all, just… Pete.

"Why?!"

Patrick smiles and suddenly he looks a bit shy, staring at the ground with his teeth grazing his bottom lip. "I-I don't like her."

"You don't?"

Pete remembers watching them from the window walking and Patrick seeming extremely timid, his cheeks tingeing pink. Kind of like right now.

"No."

"I feel a shit-load of confusion."

Patrick tries to hide his smile by looking away. "I like someone else."

A grin slowly spreads across Pete's lips and he uses a finger to guide Patrick's chin to face him. Patrick lets him follow the movement but his eyes stay glued to the floor.

"Patrick, look at me." Pete says. Patrick ignores him.

"Patrick."

No reaction.

"Patrick."

Just a puff of air escapes the blonde's lips.

"For fucking God's Sake! Can't you just accept the fact that you have no reason to act shy when you already know I've been head over heels in love with you since the moment you talked to me!" Pete practically yells. Patrick freezes and his eyes finally meet Pete's complete out of shock.

"Shit." Pete curses. Patrick laughs and seeing his eyes twinkle like that Pete just knows he did the right thing. All truth, no lies.

Who says there's only horrible truth and beautiful lies?

Pete doesn't think, just acts.

He leans over and presses his stony lips to Patrick's. Patrick isn't shocked, but instead smiles against his lips and kisses back, no regrets. It was like an unspoken agreement. They knew this day was coming up. They knew they were in love. Patrick wonders how he could have ever doubted of Pete.

"I love you too." He whispers.

~.~.~

Patrick truly lives in a fucked up reality.

In love with a ghost? Really?

Pathetic.

There's no other way to see it.

But funny thing is, he's not ashamed. Not one bit. How can Patrick feel ashamed of when he lays on his bed, his head resting on Pete's chest with a smile and Pete rambling about anything and everything. His finger curls around Patrick's hair and Patrick just leans up to place a kiss over Pete's lips, since it's obviously the only way to get Pete to shut the fuck up. Patrick doesn't mind though. The only hard part is getting Pete to let him pull away to get air. Pete just bites on his bottom lip and refuses to let him go.

Patrick rolls his eyes.

~.~.~

Sadly, a fairytale like Patrick's can't possibly end with a happy ending. It's not possible. The typical forbidden love. A human and a unloving being walking throughout the world.

Pete knew it the whole time, but he didn't tell Patrick. He didn't want to break Patrick's heart. He just couldn't. Patrick's smile is impossible to make disappear.

So Patrick didn't take it well when Pete started fading away. Hell, he had angry tears running down his face and was throwing books, lamps and pillows through Pete's body.

"You fucking liar!" He yelled, "You stupid motherfucking liar! Cheater."

Pete had his own transparent tears running down his face as he shook his head rapidly, refusing to believe those words.

"N-No," He choked out, "I'm not. I swear I'm not!"

Patrick laughed bitterly.

"You knew and you just let me keep going. You didn't tell me a thing. Of course you are. I was a fool to fall in love with someone like you."

A last teardrop of Pete fell to the wood floor as he faded away, for good.

~.~.~

The next day Patrick arrived at school with a permanent scowl on his face, glaring at everyone who's eyes lingered on his figure. Even his friends had backed off, deciding it was one of Patrick's annual shitty days. No one thought they were permanent. How could dear dreamy ever-smiling Patrick ever turn heart-rotten and sadistic?

While Patrick walked through the halls, shoving everyone out of his way without a word, Ryan walked towards him, giving him a sad smile and a stare full of sorrow.

"If it helps you and makes you feel any better," Ryan whispers, "Brendon left a couple of days ago."

Patrick scoffs and pushes him out of his way before leaving him behind.

Everyone knew, and no one told him.

Is there anyone you could trust these days?