happy endings | pg | 1,323 | unbeta’d
disclaimer: not real. –sad face-
summary: ashlee's reaction to patrick stopping the wedding.
a/n: this is a companion piece of this anon fic, which the prompt was “patrick stops the wedding”. the dialogue is completely from the original fic. you MUST read that fic for this one to make sense. (plus it’s a lovely fic.)
dedication: to the lovely amazing![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92)
postal152, the original author, who gave me permission to use their fic. thanks bunches and i hope you enjoy it! :)
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She knew that it was coming for the longest time. Part of her wondered why he had waited so damn long. They had been planning this wedding for what seemed like forever; there had been plenty of times to say something. She saw the look of determination cross Patrick’s face so many times, only to be wiped away with a hug or the nuzzles that never stopped. She hadn’t minded and chose to try on another dress because Pete was marrying her after all.
Plus, no matter what people thought about her, she wasn’t a cold hearted bitch. She was getting her happy ending yet destroying another in the process. The least she could do was let Patrick have what little he could.
But, damn, did that boy have bad timing.
“Wait,” and he sounds like he blurted it, accidental and subconscious. And from the way his eyes are wide and he fiddles with his cuff links, she believes that it was.
She watches the whole church turn towards him and Patrick flushes even more. Her grandmother and great-aunt Imogene grip at the pews, their handkerchiefs clutched in shaking hands, trembling with more than old age. Towards her left she watches as Little Jason and his sister Quinn stretch their necks to see over their parents shoulders. Everyone watches as Patrick seems to lose whatever he was going to say.
“I…I object. To this.”
Then suddenly, Patrick is staring at her. They lock eyes and she was never happier that Pete had insisted on a huge bouquet; her fingers where gripping it so tightly that the French tips were digging into her palm. He stares so softly at her and all she can think is ‘Don’tsayit. Don’tsayit. I might cry if you say it.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he mouths at her and from the pain in his eyes; she knows that it’s completely true. She bows her head, squeezes her eyes shut, and lets her folded hands fall, bouquet hanging limp by the tips of her fingers. She listens for any response from Pete and the only thing she can figure out is that he seemed to have stopped breathing.
“This isn’t the way I wanted to do this.” She closes her eyes and lets his quiet voice crash over her in the tense silent of the church. “I feel like the biggest cliché in the world right now. And I’m not just referring to the fact that I’ve stopped my best friend’s wedding, or that I’m now monologuing lamely at a cathedral full of people who are here to see this take place.”
She smiles softly at his ramblings, just the corners of her mouth tipping up. He always got so nervous before things that involved crowds. At every show, she was surprised that he didn’t pass out half-way through. Then she remembers that that’s probably because Pete is there to take the attention. But not now. Patrick’s center-stage and that crazy Pete Wentz can’t distract the hundreds of eyes watching him.
She looks up in time to catch Patrick taking a breath, wincing. She sees the way his hands are violently shaking and he has the start of a nervous sweat. He has never looks so earnest and that’s probably what breaks her heart the most.
“I just…” Patrick continues and she decides that she needs to be strong. She lifts her head and watches Patrick just as intently as the rest of them, except she tries her hardest to give off warm, understanding vibes; she tries her hardest to be supportive. She chooses not to see the irony in it.
Patrick takes a quick sudden breath, not looking at anyone in particular. “I have a thing I need to say to Pete, and it couldn’t wait until after the ceremony. I’m sorry. I thought it could - thought it could wait for a really long time. But it can’t.”
She knows that Patrick had never planned on telling Pete. Just like herself, he was sacrificing his happy ending for hers. They were so much alike and she found herself truly understanding Pete for the first time.
She watches as the whole church holds their breath. She watches Patrick have an internal dilemma; he looks stricken, torn between crying out “It’s a joke! Just kidding!” and the five words that she knows are coming. She doesn’t even need to brace herself; she’s known how Patrick’s felt since the day she met him.
“I’m in love with you.”
She bows her head again. This time it’s to hide the smile at the way great-aunt Imogene seems to be an inch from passing out. The smile is gone though when she feels how tense Pete has gone. She contemplates reaching out to him but decides against it. She turns to Pete’s shocked expression. She swallows when she sees his brown eyes, glimmering.
Patrick barrels on. “I can’t expect this to change anything. You’re marrying a woman because you genuinely love her, and want to be with her as long as you live. I know that feeling – of loving someone so completely and desperately that you need to be that close forever.”
She quickly looks at Pete and he blinks, a little too hard to just be an average blink. Patrick reaches up and swipes his sleeve across his eyes, shoving up his glasses then letting them fall back, low on his nose.
“I just wanted you to know, and if this makes me the biggest asshole on the planet, consider it payback for putting up with you all these years.”
There’s a few snickers and she has to raise her hand to cover her own.
“But that’s just it, Pete,” Patrick says, finally, finally looking at Pete. She watches his eyes look him up chest to head, as if taking in the way he looks in his tux.
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, and I didn’t know what that meant until it was too late. I want you to be happy – no, I need you to be. And if that means marrying Ashlee, then I won’t stand in your way, I just…I thought that you should know.”
Patrick steals a glance at Pete before he starts to turn away. She looks up at Pete and sees his face, crumpled and stricken and tear-damp. In her peripheral, she sees Patrick leave, pushing past mothers and babies and husbands. His shoulders are tense and slumped at the same time. As he walks back down the aisle, she could practically see that he’s given up…on everything.
What little hope Patrick had for a happy ending, he chose to leave in the church, which was descending into chaos around them.
Pete still hasn’t looked at her. Jessica stares at her, her own eyes watering. She doesn’t even want to see how her mom and daddy are taking to this revelation.
Next to her, Pete is staring at where Patrick last stood. She takes in his body language – his left foot jutting slightly forward - and makes the decision for him. She turns to the crowd and holds up her hands, bouquet abandoned on the lush purple carpet.
“Shut up!!” She yells and the whole church does what she commands, eyes wide and scandalized.
Pete turns to her and he looks so conflicted. She stares into his eyes and he returns it. Deep in his eyes (in his soul) he has already chose but doesn’t want to physically do it. She shakes a curl out of her eyes and leans up. She presses her lips chastely to his (one for the road). When their lips part, she slips off the ring he bought for her and slips it into his jacket pocket.
Ashlee smiles and knows that she made the right decision, for both of them. She turns, picks up her dress at the front and walks away from her happy ending.
Because the only happy ending she wants now is Pete’s.
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read the next one here.
disclaimer: not real. –sad face-
summary: ashlee's reaction to patrick stopping the wedding.
a/n: this is a companion piece of this anon fic, which the prompt was “patrick stops the wedding”. the dialogue is completely from the original fic. you MUST read that fic for this one to make sense. (plus it’s a lovely fic.)
dedication: to the lovely amazing
postal152, the original author, who gave me permission to use their fic. thanks bunches and i hope you enjoy it! :)--
She knew that it was coming for the longest time. Part of her wondered why he had waited so damn long. They had been planning this wedding for what seemed like forever; there had been plenty of times to say something. She saw the look of determination cross Patrick’s face so many times, only to be wiped away with a hug or the nuzzles that never stopped. She hadn’t minded and chose to try on another dress because Pete was marrying her after all.
Plus, no matter what people thought about her, she wasn’t a cold hearted bitch. She was getting her happy ending yet destroying another in the process. The least she could do was let Patrick have what little he could.
But, damn, did that boy have bad timing.
“Wait,” and he sounds like he blurted it, accidental and subconscious. And from the way his eyes are wide and he fiddles with his cuff links, she believes that it was.
She watches the whole church turn towards him and Patrick flushes even more. Her grandmother and great-aunt Imogene grip at the pews, their handkerchiefs clutched in shaking hands, trembling with more than old age. Towards her left she watches as Little Jason and his sister Quinn stretch their necks to see over their parents shoulders. Everyone watches as Patrick seems to lose whatever he was going to say.
“I…I object. To this.”
Then suddenly, Patrick is staring at her. They lock eyes and she was never happier that Pete had insisted on a huge bouquet; her fingers where gripping it so tightly that the French tips were digging into her palm. He stares so softly at her and all she can think is ‘Don’tsayit. Don’tsayit. I might cry if you say it.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he mouths at her and from the pain in his eyes; she knows that it’s completely true. She bows her head, squeezes her eyes shut, and lets her folded hands fall, bouquet hanging limp by the tips of her fingers. She listens for any response from Pete and the only thing she can figure out is that he seemed to have stopped breathing.
“This isn’t the way I wanted to do this.” She closes her eyes and lets his quiet voice crash over her in the tense silent of the church. “I feel like the biggest cliché in the world right now. And I’m not just referring to the fact that I’ve stopped my best friend’s wedding, or that I’m now monologuing lamely at a cathedral full of people who are here to see this take place.”
She smiles softly at his ramblings, just the corners of her mouth tipping up. He always got so nervous before things that involved crowds. At every show, she was surprised that he didn’t pass out half-way through. Then she remembers that that’s probably because Pete is there to take the attention. But not now. Patrick’s center-stage and that crazy Pete Wentz can’t distract the hundreds of eyes watching him.
She looks up in time to catch Patrick taking a breath, wincing. She sees the way his hands are violently shaking and he has the start of a nervous sweat. He has never looks so earnest and that’s probably what breaks her heart the most.
“I just…” Patrick continues and she decides that she needs to be strong. She lifts her head and watches Patrick just as intently as the rest of them, except she tries her hardest to give off warm, understanding vibes; she tries her hardest to be supportive. She chooses not to see the irony in it.
Patrick takes a quick sudden breath, not looking at anyone in particular. “I have a thing I need to say to Pete, and it couldn’t wait until after the ceremony. I’m sorry. I thought it could - thought it could wait for a really long time. But it can’t.”
She knows that Patrick had never planned on telling Pete. Just like herself, he was sacrificing his happy ending for hers. They were so much alike and she found herself truly understanding Pete for the first time.
She watches as the whole church holds their breath. She watches Patrick have an internal dilemma; he looks stricken, torn between crying out “It’s a joke! Just kidding!” and the five words that she knows are coming. She doesn’t even need to brace herself; she’s known how Patrick’s felt since the day she met him.
“I’m in love with you.”
She bows her head again. This time it’s to hide the smile at the way great-aunt Imogene seems to be an inch from passing out. The smile is gone though when she feels how tense Pete has gone. She contemplates reaching out to him but decides against it. She turns to Pete’s shocked expression. She swallows when she sees his brown eyes, glimmering.
Patrick barrels on. “I can’t expect this to change anything. You’re marrying a woman because you genuinely love her, and want to be with her as long as you live. I know that feeling – of loving someone so completely and desperately that you need to be that close forever.”
She quickly looks at Pete and he blinks, a little too hard to just be an average blink. Patrick reaches up and swipes his sleeve across his eyes, shoving up his glasses then letting them fall back, low on his nose.
“I just wanted you to know, and if this makes me the biggest asshole on the planet, consider it payback for putting up with you all these years.”
There’s a few snickers and she has to raise her hand to cover her own.
“But that’s just it, Pete,” Patrick says, finally, finally looking at Pete. She watches his eyes look him up chest to head, as if taking in the way he looks in his tux.
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, and I didn’t know what that meant until it was too late. I want you to be happy – no, I need you to be. And if that means marrying Ashlee, then I won’t stand in your way, I just…I thought that you should know.”
Patrick steals a glance at Pete before he starts to turn away. She looks up at Pete and sees his face, crumpled and stricken and tear-damp. In her peripheral, she sees Patrick leave, pushing past mothers and babies and husbands. His shoulders are tense and slumped at the same time. As he walks back down the aisle, she could practically see that he’s given up…on everything.
What little hope Patrick had for a happy ending, he chose to leave in the church, which was descending into chaos around them.
Pete still hasn’t looked at her. Jessica stares at her, her own eyes watering. She doesn’t even want to see how her mom and daddy are taking to this revelation.
Next to her, Pete is staring at where Patrick last stood. She takes in his body language – his left foot jutting slightly forward - and makes the decision for him. She turns to the crowd and holds up her hands, bouquet abandoned on the lush purple carpet.
“Shut up!!” She yells and the whole church does what she commands, eyes wide and scandalized.
Pete turns to her and he looks so conflicted. She stares into his eyes and he returns it. Deep in his eyes (in his soul) he has already chose but doesn’t want to physically do it. She shakes a curl out of her eyes and leans up. She presses her lips chastely to his (one for the road). When their lips part, she slips off the ring he bought for her and slips it into his jacket pocket.
Ashlee smiles and knows that she made the right decision, for both of them. She turns, picks up her dress at the front and walks away from her happy ending.
Because the only happy ending she wants now is Pete’s.
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read the next one here.
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