Just Wait a While: [A Patrick Stump x Reader fan fiction]

Chapter 10: You Were The Last Good Thing About This Part Of Town

"You know why," I groaned at him.

He just shrugged his shoulders, staring at me with a seemingly unassuming face as he took another sip of his drink.

I sighed again, he obviously wanted me to humor him, "Her. All I can think about is her. Ugh, I messed up."

I put my head in my hands, "I can't even say three goddamn words to her without wimping out..."

Andy patted my back, "It'll be okay, 'Trick..."

"Just remember," He said, standing back up, "It's not game over, you can still tell her how you feel."

"Just make sure it's when you're ready," and then he walked away, back into the crowd.

After a few moments, Pete returned with two drinks in hand.

"Hey, man! Here you go!" He handed me one of the drinks.

"Thanks... Uh, I gotta head to the bathroom, I'll be out in a sec."

He gave me a nod and waved as I walked off. I managed to maneuver my way through the dance floor, only almost getting knocked over a couple times.

Going into the men's restroom, I was relieved to see that it was empty. I poured my drink down one of the sinks, swiftly tossing the red plastic cup in the trash. Pulling off my jacket, I tossed it on the floor near the trash bin.

I walked back over in front of a sink and stared at myself in the mirror. Leaning down, I turned on the water and splashed some of it in my face.

"God, why am I even here?" I asked myself aloud.

But I already knew the answer, I have no fucking clue.

I groaned to myself, picking my jacket back up and stalked out of the restroom. Avoiding all my bandmates, I quickly ducked out of the club.

The air was crisper than I expected. So, I slung it back over my shoulders and hurried down the street.

As I finally got back to the bus, I heard something that surprised me. Singing.

I crawled through the open bus door, slinking up the steps, making sure not to be seen.

I peered around the corner to see (Y/N) singing and quietly strumming on my acoustic guitar. I didn't know she could play... Or sing for that matter.

"I confess, I messed up. Dropping 'I'm sorry' like you're still around and I know you dressed up. 'Hey kid you'll never live this down,'"

The way she sang it wasn't at all like we performed it. It was slower and more composed, like it was a ballad instead of a pop-punk anthem.

She donned a worn FOB t-shirt, a present brought back from one of our very first tours. She also wore a pair of oversized sweatpants that she borrowed (more like stole) from me.

Her fingertips strummed the guitar strings, as she sang words that I've sung more than a thousand times over. Slumping back on the steps, I closed my eyes. I just sat there quietly, listening to her voice.

" 'Cause you know I'm always late..." Her voice faded out as she hit the last chord.

I opened my eyes back up, sneaking back out of the bus. I walked towards the rear wheel and sat down, my back leaning against it.