||Cole Wentz|| First Person||
I squint my dark eyes, the double eyelids and thick lashes coming together just enough for me to see through the glare of the sun. The action results in me scrunching up my nose and making this weird half smile with my mouth. When Patrick turns his head to glance at me, he lets out a short puff of laughter.
"Oh, man, you look adorable." Patrick laughs at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I stop squinting and actually smile at him, resting my head in the crook of his neck. We sit on the grass for what feels like forever, our fingers intwined over his lap, squinting out at the water. It was a good idea to come to HarbourFront, considering that the Molson Canadian Amphitheatre was somewhere near here. Eventually, we decide to get up and stretch after finding out that it's almost four PM(half past three, if you want me to be exact). The sun is still trying to win, burning bright and trying to shoot its rays over Toronto, not wanting to be conquered by darkness, even for a short period of time. It's like trying to give your all into something, but you lose eventually either way. If you give up, you lose. If you try, you lose. The sun can't win this battle.
"You think a lot." Patrick comments, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a broad grin. I hold my hand to my forehead, trying to block the beams of light emanating and basically burning my eyes. Patrick pulls his sunglasses off of his dark blue shirt, slipping them over my own face. Kate didn't think to bring sunglasses, so I let her borrow my own. Anna had repeatedly offered to lend me her own, but I couldn't take them from her and just let her suffer.
"I was just thinking, when I write a New York Times Bestselling book about our story, you're going to be there to write your own parts, right?" I joke with him, and Patrick chuckles, looking down with an extremely red face. He leans forward and kisses my lips, bringing a hand up to the back of my neck so he could control the kiss. When I feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip, I let out a laugh and let my lips part.
I'm not going to go into detail here, because I imagine that you don't want to hear that Patrick and I snuck off of the docks where everyone else was to make out. Oh, you do? Maybe next time. You still do? Fine.
"Fūck," Patrick's lips are barely off mine before he's exhaling and inhaling deeply. I would probably burst out into laughter right there if I could, but I was too busy trying to gulp in air. I don't know where we are, but it's behind this large open stage area that is normally rented out for the Forest of Reading festival(some book club event that apparently is really fun) every summer. Patrick's arm is resting above my head, his palm flat on the metal while my back is pressed between his body and the wall. I don't really mind.
"You didn't answer my question." I breathe out jokingly, and Patrick looks at me for a moment. He lets out a breath of laughter, sucking in a breath of air before kissing me one more time.
"I'll be there. I always will be, if I can help it." He promises me, and I giggle when he raises his pinky finger. I wrap my own pinky around his slightly larger one, giggling even more when he pulls me into his chest for a hug. "How we can go from an intense make out session to being cutesy is beyond me, though."
"Patrick! Cole! Where are you two?" I hear Pete shout out loud. Patrick and I let go of each other and jump at hearing my brother's voice. He would embarrass the shit out of us if he found us hiding. "We have to go!" Oh shit. Radio Edge 102.1, is this alternative music station in Toronto that plays rock and grunge and just basically anything that sounds remotely like Green Day or Soundgarden. The Fall Out Boy guys got a call from their tour manager when we were at the CN Tower, reminding them last minute that they had to be there at four thirty because they scheduled Patrick for this acoustic session.
"Holy smokes," Patrick whispers in surprise, and when I snort at that, he gives me a mock threatening look. I smile and roll my eyes teasingly at him, but that's when we hear Pete's voice again, getting louder as he comes closer to where we're hiding. I grab Patrick's hand and tug him down to sit on the grass. I jump on his lap while pulling my bag off of my shoulders, ripping it open and pulling my phone and earbuds. I practically jam one into Patrick's ear and one into my own, turning my phone on and swiping up to my control centre. I hit play on my music and hit the lock button, leaning back into Patrick and closing my eyes.
"Cole, Patrick-" Pete's voice is direct and immediate now, and I know he's here. At the exact same time, Sing by My Chemical Romance is starting. "Guys,"
"Shh," Patrick shushes him, and I have to hold back a smile.
"Is she sleeping?" Pete says, and I can hear him walking closer to us before he's crouching down in front of me.
"Just fell asleep." Patrick lies, and I can feel him absentmindedly stroking my hair. "What's up?"
"Radio Edge; we gotta go." Pete says. Patrick nods his head before tapping the top of my own head, basically telling me that I should pretend to wake up now. I let my eyes flutter open slightly before shutting them and reopening them. I cover my mouth and yawn, squinting and turning my head and burying it into Patrick's side.
"What?" I groan, and Pete chuckles.
"We gotta go, baby sis."
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"A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it." Patrick sings, strumming his black acoustic guitar one last time. Patrick is playing this small little radio gig outside, and a couple fans, maybe thirty, are watching and cheering. Patrick smiles, picking up his hat and adjusting it over his hair, holding onto his guitar with one hand. Andy is sitting at the back with me, Anna, Kate, and Brendon, and Kate is now trying to play Truth or Dare with us- a milder version, of course.
"Andy, just pick one." Kate says in exasperation, and Andy sighs, a smile on his face nonetheless.
"I don't know, dare?" He says in that adorable voice of his.
"I dare you to... go on stage and kiss Patrick." Kate smiles. I gasp mockingly, a hand over my heart.
"What?" I exhale.
"He's in a committed relationship- I just don't have it in me to be a home wrecker." Andy teases me, knocking his shoulder into mine jokingly.
"No, no, you gotta do what you gotta do." I say, the back of my hand over my forehead. "I bid you well, my vegan princess. Aim for the cheek, I beg of you." Andy laughs at me before getting up to his feet and making his way into the room Patrick and the other radio hosts are in. Anna holds a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles, and I'm beet red watching Andy come up to the unsuspecting Patrick.
Andy swoops in just as Patrick is readjusting his hat for the billionth time, Patrick's arm knocking into Andy's face. But Andy doesn't let that disrupt his mission. He presses his lips to Patrick's cheek, and Patrick is so caught off guard, we're doubling over in laughter. After Andy comes back, we play a few more rounds, going around the circle. Finally, it's my turn and it's up to Anna to choose my fate.
"Truth or Dare?" She asks me. I shrug my shoulders and tap my chin, feigning deep thought and inner struggle.
"Daaaaarreee..." I drag out the word.
"I dare you to go out there and start belting out the lyrics to Breaking Free from High School Musical when Patrick finishes singing." Anna says, and Brendon snorts. I sigh and chuckle, getting to my feet and psyching myself up for embarrassing myself in front of people and cameras. When the time comes and Patrick finishes Young Volcanoes, I begin.
"We're soaring, flying! There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach!" I begin, and the others are laughing so hard at me. Patrick turns around and bursts out into laughter. "If we're trying. So we're breaking free."
"You know the world can see us in a way that's different than who we are." Patrick belts Troy's part back in mock passion.
"Creating space between us till we're separate hearts!" I sing, and Patrick motions for me to come to him.
"But your faith, it gives me strength. Strength to believe." We sing softly, stifling laughter.
"We're breaking free!" Patrick strums his guitar and then knocks his knuckles onto the wood of the acoustic.
"Soarin'!" I sing.
"Flyin'!" He shoots back.
"There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach!" We sing together.
"We're trying!" Patrick sings.
"But we're breaking free!" We can only manage a few more lines before we're cracking up. Patrick takes my hand and pulls me over to him before I can escape, making me sit in his lap and hold his guitar over my own.
"That was quite the feat." The radio host chuckles at us. "Now, Patrick, can you tell us who this lovely young lady is?"
"This lovely little jukebox is my girlfriend, Cole Wentz. Yeah, yeah, Pete's sister." He laughs, and the fans outside are laughing at that. "I guess you could say that she's the Gabriella to my Troy."
"Oh, come on." I begin. "You and I both know that I suck at math. You can't compare me to a mathematician." I tease him, and he laughs, pressing his lips to my cheek.
"I can just tell you two are so cute together." The other host says, and I laugh lightly at that.
"What happened to that other black haired girl you were with, Patrick?" The rude looking female host begins, smacking her gum. I almost flinch at the mention of Elisa Yao.
"We broke up." He replies shortly.
"For that?" She asks.
"I hope you aren't referring to my girlfriend as an object, because she has pronouns for a reason, and that isn't one of them." Patrick says.
"Why'd you break up with the other girl? She was much... better."
"Is it any of your business?" Patrick sasses. "Oh, my, was I being rude?"
"Carrie," The other host hisses, potentially saving the girl from saying anything else that could make her lose her job or anger the both of us.
"Well, Patrick, go on and work that voice. My work here is done." I say, getting up to my feet and passing him his black acoustic guitar back. I smile at him before turning and heading back to the back, red faced because I know that Overcast Kids and YoungBloods are going to be spreading this and dubbing it as that time Patrick slayed the rude interviewer.
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AGH ANOTHER FILLER CHAPTER THAT SHOULD BE HAPPY AND MAYBE CUTESY AND FUNNY.
I think this book is going to be over in a few more chapters, and I'm still unsure of making a sequel or a whole new FOB book. A sequel might feel repetitive and boring... which would you rather have? New plot and new OC with a better storyline or what?
Thank you guys so far for everything!
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