Patrick's POV
As soon as the bell rings, I frantically gather my stuff and head straight home. I really don't feel like talking to Pete today, I'm just so emotionally worn out. Also not in I went to sleep at like 4 am and woke up two hours later, I'm physically exhausted as well.
My head tells me I hear Pete calling my name in the distance, but I ignore it and walk faster. By the time I'm off campus, I'm nearly sprinting home with no intentions of looking back. I rush through my front door and stomp up to my room, collapsing on my bed. I then resize the light through my window is right in my face, so I shove my bag to the floor and head to the window to shut the blinds. As I do so, I nearly yank off the string on the blinds from pulling so hard and so fast, because out my window is none other than Ryan fucking Ross, but this time he doesn't appear to be peeking through my window, just walking by. I return to my bed and curl up into a ball, debating whether or not to scream into my pillow. And slowly I feel my pillowcase get damp. I lay there, silently sobbing, so confused and full of emotion.
"Why did I do that? I'm so fucking stupid oh my god. I don't like Ryan. Say it again. I. Don't. Like. Ryan. I like Pete. Pete is nice, Ryan's just really creepy. I'd like to kiss Pete. I'd much rather kiss Pete than Ryan. Yes, this is the truth. I don't like Ryan. I don't like Ryan." I mentally talk myself through everything. I lift my head from my pillow and wipe my eyes and nose, then head to the bathroom to wash my face. I splash cold water over my face, it stinging slightly as it hits my eyes. I dry myself off with a towel, then dry my hands, heading back to my room right after.
"So now this Pete situation. How am I going to fix this. Shiiiiiittt I screwed up bad. Maybe he still likes me though? Aha, the dance. I said I was going. I'm nervous as hell but I'll do it. Maybe somehow fix it up there?" I keep talking to myself, my thoughts racing as I figure this out. One night can change it all. Maybe I'm not just a joke of a romantic. I can do this. I may be short, fast, and loud, but I'm Patrick Stump. I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed.
AN: woohoo, another update! Sorry this chapter's really short (like Patrick), I was really stumped on where to go with this (my puns are getting out of hand, help me). Anyway, I'm trying to brainstorm minimal details as I'm getting to the a big moment for the story that I've been waiting to write ever since I had the idea for this fic. so yeahhh.... leave comments and likes n stuff ?? I've gained followers over the course of writing it, but my comment amounts have gone down :(( pls give this story some love, I love writing it and really hope you all do too C:
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Two Quarters and a Heart Down
FanfictionPatrick is the new kid at Winona High, and he doesn't quite know how to fit in. Dropping by a dance party held by the "in crowd" (as the popular kids call themselves), Patrick is incredibly uncomfortable, but the kid called Pete Wentz catc...
