Would You Trade That Heart Of Gold For A Minute In My Skin?

Heres part ten. Hope you guys like it. There is drama, lots of drama. I promise on my life. Hugs and Kisses ox

Grace stirred as she felt someone touch her arm. She ignored it and continued sleeping in Patrick’s arms, dreaming about the events of the night before. She heard the front door close and fluttered eyes open. She glanced at the digital clock, it was 10 am. She turned her body around and looked at her sleeping companion. He was snoring softly and his hair was all over his face. She chuckled and tucked it behind his ears. He stirred but settled back into his pillow again. She still had a towel around her; she pulled the duvet off her body and walked to the window. The Chicago sunrise was so beautiful. She wanted to put her clothes back in case Brendon or Spencer were awake and wondering around. She didn’t want to give them nightmares. She found a t-shirt of Patrick’s and a pair of his jeans, even though they were slightly big. She pulled the shirt over her head and zipped up the jeans. She glanced at Patrick again; he had now spread himself out and was taking up the whole bed. And it was a big bed. She laughed and quickly covered her mouth in case she woke him up. She crept out of the room and found the house completely empty. “Brendon? Spencer?” She whispered dragging her hands through her knotted, wavy hair. She took this chance to explore Patrick’s house. She opened every door and found another bedroom, another bathroom and the last door she opened, she was encountered by and array of guitars, basses and in the corner was a small piano. She touched the guitars lightly, admiring their beauty. The fingered the keys of the piano, thinking about how many times Patrick must have played it. She sat down on the piano and started playing the elegant white and black keys.  She started singing.

How cruel is the golden rule? When the life’s we live are only golden plated. And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me. Though I carry Karats for everyone to see. And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies. And all the lovers with no time for me, and all of the mothers raise their babies. Stay away from me... Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams where the sewage of youth drowns the spark of my teens. And I saw...

She heard a creak behind her from the door. She looked at the door and saw Patrick leaning against the door frame. “Sorry, was I a bit loud?” Patrick chuckled and sat next to her. “No, I woke up ages ago. You just walked away so I followed you.” Grace smiled and took a hold of his hand. “I’m sorry; I’m a really bad singer. I must have slaughtered it an...” He planted a soft kiss on her lips, cupping her face with his spare hand. “It wasn’t bad at all. I thought it was beautiful. You have a pretty voice.” Grace blushed all shades of crimson and pulled Patrick into her for a hug. “Thanks, you’re making me sound better than I am.” Patrick slid his hand around her waist and fiddled with the hem of her, well his, t-shirt. “I’m not. I swear. I love your voice.” She smiled and pecked his lips. “What do you want to do today?” Grace shrugged. “Why don’t you take me on a tour of your fabulous city?” Patrick chuckled. “I’d love to.” Grace shut her eyes and smiled. Patrick took this as his chance. He moved his lips onto hers. Grace moved onto his lap and leaned against the keys of the piano. The notes clashed and distracted the couple. “Stupid piano.” Patrick muttered looking behind her. Grace chuckled. “I love it.” Patrick smiled and carried Grace out of the room. “Patrick, put me down.” Patrick shook his head and continued into the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and leapt onto her. “Patrick!” She started giggling as Patrick pulled the duvet over them and started tickling her stomach. She kicked the air and continued laughing. “Patrick, don’t I’m really ticklish!” She screamed, Patrick continued tickling her, giving her no mercy. She squealed and tried to push his hands away, with no result. He stopped after around 3 minutes and stared into the warm blue eyes of the breathless girl next to him. “You’re so mean to me.” She whispered looking into his eyes. “I know.” They chuckled and laced their fingers together. “What’s that on your hand?” Patrick asked noticing the black marks covering her hand. He immediately suspected the worst but she was just as confused as he was. She examined her hand and gasped which was quickly followed by an embarrassed smile. “What?” Patrick asked. She turned their hands around and showed him the tattoo. ‘I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy.’ He erupted in laughter. “I’m glad you find it funny. If I go back and this still hasn’t washed off. My mother, not to mention my brother and father will interrogate me to every inch of my innocence. Who do you think did it?” Patrick drew small circles on her waist. They looked into each other’s eyes and had the same thought. “Brendon.” They stated in unison. “I’m going to kill him.” Grace muttered under her breath. Patrick pulled her close and pecked the tip of her nose. “No you won’t. He’d pull the god damned puppy eyes.” Grace smirked and sniggered. “Yep. You’re right. He would.” They chuckled together until the topic of Grace leaving popped up. “When do you want to leave?” Patrick asked stroking her hair. “That’s the mother fucking problem. I don’t. You feel more like my family than my actual one. It kinda sucks.” Patrick gulped and took a deep breath. “Why don’t you...” The door bell went. Patrick quickly pecked Grace and got out of the bed. Grace grabbed his hand. “What were you about to ask me?” He kissed her more deeply and touched her lips with his hard fingertips. “Doesn’t matter.” He walked towards the front door and looked through the peep hole, seeing Pete and the crew. Girlfriends and all. He opened the door and greeted his best friend with a hug. “You fucked up my plan Pete.” He muttered into his ear. Pete gave him a confused look and let go of Jess’s hand. “What plan Patrick?” Patrick let everyone through to the living room and pulled Pete aside into the music room. He quickly shut the door and leant against it before sighing. “What’s this plan Trick?” Pete asked putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Am I rushing into this relationship?” Patrick asked placing his hand onto his hot forehead. “Why? What did you do? What did you ask her?” Patrick bit his bottom lip. “I was about to ask her if she wanted to move here, permantly. That was until you guys showed up my front door.” Pete was taken aback but wasn’t surprised. “Dude, this is perfect. Why don’t you ask her on her birthday? That gives you time to ask her folks, talk to her dad and maybe get on his good side before asking her. Plus, it’s more romantic.” Patrick nodded along with Pete’s plan. “Since when were you Casanova?” Pete sniggered and leant against the piano. “I’m just spontaneous and romantic. It’s a gift.” Patrick snickered before returning to the group of friends. Grace was there now, sitting with Jess, Clara and Melissa. Patrick knew, this was the girl for him.

Oh, how romantic. I love romance unfortunatly. ox

Hey again! So, here we are again. I'm updating super fast as I've already finshed part sixteen! Yes, part sixteen! When I say I'm writing this thing super fast, I mean super fast. I'm going to update every two days, if not quicker. So, to my  readers. Here's Part Nine!

Brendon leant against the entrance of the French windows, watching the couple during the sunrise. He had only just stirred out of small slumber and his head thumped whenever anything moved. He watched Patrick pass the teenager a towel before reaching over and grabbing one for himself. He could see their clothes scattered around the pool in and out of the water. They wrapped the towels around themselves and took each other’s hand. Brendon observed the couple for a few more minutes as Patrick took another towel and started drying her hair. They started walking towards the door causing Brendon to panic. He didn’t want them to think he was watching them doing the nasty. He stumbled back onto the couch and heard them chuckle as they entered the house. “Ssh Patrick. You’ll wake the twins.” Patrick giggled and tripped over random objects. Grace bit her bottom lip, giggled and took hold of the top of the towel. “I’m sleepy.” She murmured walking backwards towards the bedroom. Patrick smirked and slid his arms around her waist. “Me too. Let’s go sleep for the last 5 hours of the evening.” Grace opened the door and fell onto the bed, quickly followed by Patrick after he shut the door. Patrick was straddling her, trying not to crush her. They were smiling and laughing with each other until Patrick smiled at Grace’s shut eyes. “Hey Grace?” She flinched as he touched her face lightly. “Hmmm?” Patrick shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” Grace smiled and opened her icy blue eyes. “It hurt a little bit, but I’m okay now.” Patrick got off her lay behind her with his arm draped around her. “I’m sorry.” He whispered planting a small peck on the back of her neck. She turned her body around she was looking at him. “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.” He shut his eyes and pulled her closer so their legs were tangling. “I love you.” Patrick muttered. “But I’m really tired and need sleep.” Grace chuckled and snuggled into his chest. “Night Patrick.” He smiled and pecked her forehead before they both fell asleep.

            Spencer stirred out of his deep slumber due to his phone buzzing in his back pocket. He groaned and rolled over. Too far over, which made him land with a loud thud on the wooden floor. “Oh FUCK!” He bellowed causing Brendon to jump off the opposite couch. “What’s wrong Spence?” He asked before noticing the younger man on the floor. “Did you look at yourself in the mirror or something?” Spencer forced a chuckle “Very fucking funny Urie. Have you seen yourself this morning?” Brendon shook his hair and pouted. “I don’t need to Spencer, I always look great.” He said sarcastically. Spencer stood up and dragged his fingers through his hair. He pulled his cell out of his back pocket and saw a missed call ‘Kai <3’ “Oh shit.” Brendon giggled. “Text from the girlfriend?” Spencer nodded and opened the message ‘Hey Spence. Just wondering where you are. Call me, love Kai xoxo’ Spencer smiled and dialled Kai’s number. “Hello?” He heard Kai say. “Hey babe, are you okay?” She sighed in relief. “Oh my god, Spence. I’m fine, what about you? Where the hell are you?” His head thumped. “Sweetheart, calm down. I’m fine, I’m at Patrick’s.” She was anything but calm. “Why didn’t you call me? I thought you had got hurt or something. What the fuck did you do all night?” Spencer sat down and flipped Brendon off as he pulled a face. “I’m sorry, I got drunk. I passed out and Brendon didn’t wake me up. I would have called but...” “Don’t give me that Spencer!” She took a deep breath. “Sorry. Just call me next time, yeah? I was really worried Spence.” Spencer smiled. “I know. I’ll be home soon okay? Just two more weeks. I love you.” Kai smiled. She just swooned whenever he said that. “I love you too. Speak to you later.” Spencer hung up and looked at Brendon. “Trouble in paradise?” Brendon asked. Spencer shook his head. “Na, we’re fine. Are you going to call Nat?” Brendon slapped his forehead. “She’s gonna fucking kill me! Oh wait, I called her last night.” He mocked at Spencer. “Funny Bren. Funny. Can you drive me back to the hotel, my head hurts like a bitch?” Brendon snickered and nodded taking the keys out of his pocket. “Are Patrick and Grace still snoozing?” Spencer asked as they opened the front door. “Most likely. I’ll quickly check.” Spencer nodded as Brendon crept towards Patrick’s bedroom. He opened the door slightly and saw the pair sleeping. “Aww. Spence, check this out.” Spencer sighed and looked into the room. He chuckled. “Aren’t they cute?” Brendon’s eyes widened. “Get me a pen Spence.” Spencer raised his eyebrows. “Okay.” He found a black sharpie pen on the desk in Patrick’s music room and quickly passed it to Brendon. Brendon smirked and tip-toed into the bedroom. “What the fuck Brendon?” He hissed as Brendon took Grace’s spare arm. Brendon put his finger to his lips and wrote on Grace’s hand. ‘I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy.’ Spencer came into the room, attempting to pull him out when he saw the ink tattoo on the teenagers arm. “Brendon, you’re a funny mother fucker. Let’s get out before they realise it was you.” Brendon nodded, and creeped out of the room with Spencer and shut the bedroom door. “Has she, y’know slept with him?” Brendon tapped his nose and Spencer shuddered. “Too sick to think about. Let’s go before Kai or Nat kill us.” Brendon nodded and they left the house.

So, What did you think?

This is a prett crappy chapter, just a filler to get Panic involved.

Buzzes/Comments are really nice. =)

Peace x

 

Okay. This chapter is r-rated. Lol. Don't tell me how bad it is. I know it is. I have written so much of this. I swear. New  ideas keep popping up in my head. It fricking rocks. I normally get bored quickly but not this one. Oh no. I can sense this one going on a while. PS Do you like my banner? I did it in paint with just a smaple of picturs I have of Patrick. It's really bad but it's my fiirst attempt. And I kinda like it =)

Anyways, on with the show.

Grace kept behind Patrick, hoping not to be discovered until she found a shirt she could wear. “So, this is the girl that has been driving Pattie cakes crazy!?” Someone announced as soon as they walked through the French windows. “Ryan, you call me that one more time. I’ll get Pete to steal your eye-liner.” Grace his her head in her hands as three men surrounded her. “I’m Ryan. This is Jon and Spencer. Your name’s Grace right?” Grace nodded as he motioned to each of them. Jon put his hand out along with Spencer. Grace shook them and put her hand out for Ryan. Ryan smirked and wrapped her up in a hug. His skinny frame engulfing her, Pete jeered. “Looks like someone’s moving in on your woman Patrick!” Patrick smirked and pretended to be mad. “What?! I really loved her Ryan!” Grace giggled and let go of Ryan. “You have to pick between us sweetheart.” Grace rubbed her chin and glanced at the two men. “I’m so sorry Ryan.” She said and ran into Patrick’s arms. “I just fit better here. And wouldn’t your girlfriend have something to say on the matter?” Ryan stuck his tongue out at her and returned to Pete and Jon. Grace grabbed Patrick’s hand and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door behind them. She leant her back against the door and started giggling. Patrick started as well and put his arms around her waist. “That was random. Is Ryan on some kind of drug, because if he is. I want some.” Grace stated removing the towel from her body. “I think Brendon gave him a red bull earlier. That will always end in someone being extremely high.” Grace chuckled and moved Patrick’s hands back to his sides. “I need to find a shirt or something.” Patrick let her pass him so she could get to her suitcase. “I wish I had you to myself now actually.” He muttered sitting on his bed. “Why’s that? I’m not that great y’know?” Patrick chuckled and lay down on the bed. “You’re amazing and can I say you look quite sexy?” Grace smiled to herself. No one had called her sexy before. She pulled on an old Beatles shirt and found a shortish skirt. “Do I look okay?” She asked twirling in front of him. Patrick sat up and stared at the girl in front of him. “You look beautiful.” She held out her had for him and pulled him off the bed. They walked hand in hand back to the party.

 “Clara stop sucking Joe’s face off all ready!” Jess shouted from the poolside as Clara and Joe kept making out in the Jacuzzi. She put her middle finger up to the girl and pulled Joe into her deeper. Grace was laughing at all the commotion snuggling up in Patrick’s hoodie. Pete was playing volleyball with all the guys. The teams were; Pete, Patrick and Andy vs. Brendon, Ryan and Jon. Spencer had already passed out inside. The girls were chatting to each other drinking endless cocktails. , Panic’s girlfriends were all in Las Vegas while the guys were still touring. Grace didn’t want one. She liked watching the guys making complete idiots of themselves; it made her feel slightly human. “Hey Grace, you’re sure you don’t want a drink?” Jess asked. Grace nodded her head and pulled the sleeves of her hoodie right up so they were covering her hands. Jess smiled and sat next to her. “Those guys are so immature.” Grace chuckled. “I couldn’t agree more.” Jess glanced down at her watch. “It’s close to 1. We better stop before the cops come. Pete, come on honey. Let’s go.” Pete pouted at Jess. She laughed and folded her arms. “That’s not working. Get out now or no more sex.” Pete chuckled and glanced back at Jess’s face, realising she wasn’t joking. “See you guys.” Pete murmured getting out of the pool and grabbing his shirt. Pete leant down and kissed Grace on the cheek before lacing his fingers with Jess’s and leaving. Andy and Melissa were next, Melissa hugged Grace before Andy dragged her away from the house. Brendon thought it would be good for him to stay over as Spencer was passed out and if he woke up somewhere different to where he fell asleep. He would be the grumpiest person alive. Ryan and Jon waltzed back to their hotel at the insane hour of 2, who were quickly followed by Joe and Clara. “See you guys.” Grace shouted as they shut the French windows. Patrick leant his elbows over the pool edge and smiled up at Grace. “You okay?” Grace smirked and nodded. “I’m fine.” He exhaled loudly and looked around. “You coming in or do I have to drag you in here?” Grace chuckled, pulled off her hoodie and stepped into the pool slowly, floating towards her lover. “Hey.” She whispered as he put his arms around her waist. “Hi.” He planted a soft kiss on the edge of her smile and smirked. “You have fun?” Grace snorted and fiddled with a wet lock of Patrick’s hair. “Yeah. More fun than I thought I would have.” He snickered and kissed her lightly. She replied with more force and wrapped her arms around his neck. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pinned against the pool edge. The afternoon memories flooded back to them. They lost total control of themselves; Patrick’s hands were holding her up by her thighs, keeping her still while her hands were tangled in his hair. He departed his lips from her and listened to Grace’s shallow breaths. Her eyes still closed, she started kissing his bare chest. Her hand slowly slipping down his body until she reached his boxers. Patrick grabbed her hand which made her look up at him “Sweetie, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. I love you, but that doesn’t mean you have to have sex with me.” She chewed her lips and smiled up at him. “I love you. I want to do this, I really really love you.” He caressed her face with his fingertips and moved them slowly behind her head and pulled her into him. His hand moved down her back until he found the hem of her shirt and slid it off her in one quick motion. She moved her lips down to his neck and laced his hands with hers, moving his hands so they were touching her breasts. Grace moved her lips back up to his as he started rubbing and squeezing. Grace felt him grow hard against her thigh and chuckled. Grace kept her arms around his neck while Patrick’s hands moved own towards her skirt. He unbuttoned and unzipped it quickly. It floated in the water making Grace to stop kissing Patrick so she could kick it off causing Patrick to laugh. The air was getting hotter and sticker by the moment as Grace pulled Patrick back into her. Patrick unsnapped her bra and threw it across the pool and slipped his hands around her waist. Their breathing was growing shallower and harder. Patrick slid his hand under her pants and started to rub slowly causing Grace to squirm and moan. He placed his lips on hers in case Brendon or Spencer were still awake. His hand moved away back up to her waist as her hands moved back to his boxers, she slipped them away and looked into Patrick emerald eyes. He chewed his lips and took off her pants, exposing themselves to each other. “We don’t have to, if you’re scared.” Patrick whispered in her ear as he planted kisses along her neck. She bit her bottom lip and pulled Patrick’s face up so they were looking into each other eyes. She nodded, letting him know she was ready. He hitched her legs around his waist and placed himself at her entrance. He kissed her deeply and eased himself in. She winced at the pressure of him stretching her insides. The pain she experienced made her whimper and tears spring into her eyes. Patrick stopped and looked the young girl in the eye. “Do you want me to stop?” her breaths still shallow, she shook her head and kissed him. He thrusted into her again, harder each time. Grace didn’t mind after a few moments, she grew to need the feeling. She didn’t mind that he was hungry for this. He hadn’t had sex in 10 months, that’s almost a year without sex. That’s a real long time. The pressure inside her started building up to extreme level causing her to squeal and moan into Patrick’s mouth. Her back and toes arched involuntarily as her vision went white. She moved her lips away and moaned softly into Patrick’s ear “Harder Patrick. Please...” He smirked and continued as she clawed at his back. She felt it from her scalp, through her spine and down to every cell in her body. Patrick came shortly after and leant his hands on the pool side around Grace for support. She lifted his face again and kissed him softly as he pulled away. “I love you Patrick.” She whispered leaning her forehead on his. He dropped her down so she was touching the pool floor. “I love you more than life it’s self. You look so pretty during a sunrise.” Grace smiled and rested her hands on his chest. Still panting she wrapped up in a hug. “Promise me you won’t leave.” Patrick stroked her back and kissed the top of her head. He had already made that promise to himself. “I promise. Just promise me you won’t leave.” Grace smiled and snuggled closer into his chest. She never wanted to leave. “I promise.”

There you have it. The sex scene. It was so awakard to write. I personally don't like it but there is beter stuff to come.

Buzzes/Comments are nice. And appreciated.

Peace x

Grace woke up the next morning with the sensation of Patrick keeping her close. She loved the safety she felt as well as the love he showed. She glanced at the clock next to her; it was around 9 in the morning. So, about 3 in the afternoon for her. She was still tired but knew she had better get up. She wiggled out of her tight position, trying not to wake Patrick. He looked so cute when he was sleeping. She smiled and walked out of the room in an attempt to find the bathroom. After opening about three doors, she found a bathroom. She used the toilet and jumped in the shower. The make-up she wore the night before smeared down her face and her knotted hair hung loosely on her shoulder. She wrapped a towel around her wet body, brushed her teeth and steeped out of the room. She was drying her hair with a spare towel when a man appeared on Patrick’s sofa. He was browsing through a magazine and sitting very relaxed. He looked up at her with wide eyes. “Oh bollocks.” She whispered. “Uh, hi.” He said standing up and walking over to her. The purple hoodie gave away his identity. “Holy shit, I’m fucking naked in front of Gabe Saporta.” Gabe chuckled. “Sorry, I was looking for Patrick. I was just dropping by. Who are you?” He said putting his hand out. Grace with one hand held her towel up and shook Gabe’s hand with the other. “I’m Grace. Patrick’s friend.” His jaw dropped. “You’re Grace?” The girl nodded and shot him a confused glance. “Patrick’s been talking about you. You are pretty.” Grace blushed; she had always had a crush on Gabe ever since her childhood friend Mellissa took her to see Cobra Starship a few months back. “Oh wow.” Gabe smiled at the teenager. “Is Patrick still sleeping?” Grace nodded and was suddenly aware how terrible she must look. “I’ll go get him for you.” Gabe smiled at sat back down on the couch. Grace quickly stepped through to Patrick’s room. “Patrick? Sweetie?” She whispered creeping towards him. He stirred slightly but kept his eyes closed. She smirked as she knew she would have to resort to other methods. She leant down and started nibbling at his neck. He started squirming and fidgeting “Stop it.”  She chuckled and moved a lock of his hair away from his ear “Get your ass up then.” He sighed and sat up. Grace smiled and sat next to him “Good morning.” She whispered as Patrick leant into her. He kissed her softly and felt the fibres of the towel. She slightly pushed him away “You have a lovely friend in your living room.” Patrick gave a confused gaze. “What?” Grace chuckled and shook her hand through her wet hair. “I come out of the bathroom and found myself standing naked in front of Gabe Saporta. One of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” Patrick smiled and got off the bed. Grace followed. “Why the hell did you get up so early?” Patrick asked checking himself in the mirror. “My body clock is messed. It’s like 3 in the afternoon for me.” Grace replied. Patrick chuckled as he walked out of the room. “Hey Gabe. How did you get in?” Gabe stood up and hugged the slumping man. “I saw Pete before and he gave his key.” Gabe said waving the small sliver key in front of him. Patrick smiled and tried to jump for the key, he couldn’t reach as Gabe lifted it above his head. Patrick finally managed to reach the key and rip it out of Gabe’s hand. “So, tell me about this girl?” Gabe asked sitting back down. “Grace? Oh yeah, she’s here for a week or so on vacation.” Patrick replied sitting next to him. Gabe smiled and chuckled. “Great. She’s a Cobra fan, you know.” Patrick smiled and dragged his fingers through his hair. “I did see both your albums in her bedroom and a poster on her wall but I didn’t guess.” Gabe laughed and fiddled with the edge of his purple hoodie. “She seems cool. Where’d you find her?” Patrick sighed and leant back on his couch. “We were driving around the English countryside and the car ran out of gas. We found her house and we sort of hit it off.” Gabe nodded. “Well, I don’t want to get in your way or anything. I’ll come by later with the guys? Or maybe, you can throw a little party so your bestest buddies can meet your sweet girlfriend?” Gabe asked looking towards the bedroom door. Patrick nodded. “I’ll think about it. See you later then maybe.” Gabe smiled and left. Grace poked her head around the bedroom door. “Has he gone?” Patrick nodded and stood up as Grace walked out of the bedroom and knelt down at her suitcase. Patrick smiled as she ran into his bedroom to get changed. He thought about Gabe’s party idea, perhaps it would be easier for Grace to meet everyone that way. He knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey Grace.” Grace turned off her hair dryer. “Yeah?” She replied slightly muffled by the door. “How would you like a small party tonight? So you can meet everyone properly?” Grace chewed her lips. It would be cool, and if she didn’t like it, Patrick was there. “Okay, yeah, sounds fun.” Patrick smiled and called his closest friends as Grace came out of the bathroom in a skinny Clandestine tee and grey skinny jeans. Her blue eyes still rimmed by her thick black glasses. “You look nice.” He whispered sitting on the couch. She chuckled and sat down next to him. “Thanks. I’m trying to look the part.” Patrick put his arm around her shoulder. She nestled her head into his collarbone and shut her eyes. She felt like she belonged there, that no one else could take that away from her. He pecked her temple and rested his head on hers. “Are you sure about tonight?” She snuggled closer into his neck. “Yeah. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Hopefully your friends are as nice as you, or Pete, or Joe and even Andy.” Patrick chuckled softly. “They’re gonna love you.” Grace wrapped her arms around his waist so they were hugging. “You think so?” She asked moving her head so it was leaning on his chest. He gathered her up in his arms and stroked her back. “I know so.”

“Patrick? How does your stupid TV work!?” Grace shouted leaning down in front of it. “One second!” Patrick replied from the kitchen. He came back into the living room and passed Grace the bowl of popcorn as she swapped it for their favourite DVD. “How come whenever I ask if you want to watch a movie, you always get your choice? And why is it always this movie?” Grace threw a piece of popcorn at him. “First, because you love me and you’re gentlemen so I get my choice. Second, this movie kicks major ass and I’m a dork to love this movie.” Patrick pressed play and the introduction to ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ began. Grace sat crossed-legged, like an excited child as Patrick settled next to her. He silently chuckled as she started bopping up and down to the song ‘This Is Halloween.’ “You’re worse than Pete on Starbucks.” Patrick sighed relaxing. Grace stuck her tongue out at him and threw more popcorn at him. Not just one piece this time, a whole handful. Patrick deflected the attack with his arm but the loose popcorn found their way into his hair. “Hey! No fair! I’m not armed!” Grace suddenly had an idea. “I thought you were an arms dealer, fitting people with weapons in the form of words?” Patrick sighed and pulled her into him. “Don’t do that again.” Her head landed on his chest and his arms held her tightly so she didn’t fall off the couch. “Why not I thought it was funny?” Patrick chuckled and reached over for his glass of water on the coffee table. “Yeah?” He poured the water over Grace’s head causing her to squeal and fall off him. “What the fuck?” She said through giggling. “I thought it was funny.” He replied sitting up. “Really?” Grace answered grabbing her glass of juice off the coffee table. “Grace, no.” She blinked her eyes and walked up to him. Patrick started to get up slowly. “Don’t be silly.” Grace put on her innocent mask and chucked the juice at him, making sure she aimed straight for his chest. He stood there dumbfounded as the orange liquid landed on him, making him sticky and looking like he’d been tanning. “What are you gonna do about that Stump?” She asked mocking him. Patrick backed towards the kitchen and grabbed the first thing on the island counter, which happened to be a chocolate sauce from the ice cream they had earlier. He squeezed the bottle in her direction and shut his eyes. He heard her squeal and continued chuckling. Grace was hit and smothered in chocolate sauce. Her white shirt was stained beyond belief and she was super sticky. “I’m gonna get you for that Patrick!” She screamed grabbing the bag of black liquorish on the counter. Patrick stared at her with wide eyes. “Not my liquorish!” He shouted playfully chasing her out of the French windows outside. She continued running away from him, laughing and screaming. She stood at the pool side, waving the bag and taking the liquorish out of the bag eating it and waited for him to catch her. Not only did he catch her, they both fell into the deep end of the pool. Patrick started swimming up, grabbing Grace’s hand as he went. She coughed and gagged as they reached the surface. She dragged the wet hair out of her face and coughed slightly as the swan to swallower waters. “Jesus Patrick. Did you try and drown me?” She choked out as she could stand on the bottom of the pool. “No, you stole my liquorish.” She pulled at his tight wet shirt so his soft lips collided with hers. His hands wrapped themselves around her waist under the water. The water dripped between them as Grace pulled him down so they were underwater. The continued to kiss, the water making things more exciting and romantic. Patrick pulled Grace out of the water and smiled at her. “Your make-up’s all smeared.” He whispered wiping under her eyes. “Are you trying to say I look awful?” She chuckled getting out of the pool. “No, just making an observation.” He replied following her. Grace snorted softly then covered her mouth. Patrick laughed at her and wrapped her up in a hug. “What time are people coming tonight?” Grace asked softly grabbing a towel. “Around five.” Patrick answered taking another and starting to dry his hair. Grace took a hold of his wrist and glanced at his watch. “Three hours. What are we gonna do for three hours?” Patrick smirked and pulled Grace closer to him. “We could go for a swim.” Grace bit her bottom lip and a smile crept over her lips. “You can go for a swim while I shower and change as I’m covered in sticky chocolate sauce.” Patrick grasped her hips and kept her still. “You asked for it.” Grace eyes widen and her mouth opened. She put her hands on his chest and stretched up to kiss him. Their lips locked, they edged closer to the pool edge until Grace smirked up at Patrick. She applied force to his chest and pushed him into the pool. “You asked for that.” Patrick flicked his head back, causing him to splash Grace slightly. “That was mean!” Grace leaned of the pool side. “Not really.” Patrick smiled wide and grabbed her, pulling into the pool with him. She screamed as she made contact with the water. Patrick laughed as she swam  up and gripped his shoulders. “Now, that was mean!” Patrick smirked and grasped Grace’s hand so he could turn around and face her. He planted a soft but forceful kiss on her lips, teasing her mouth open slightly with his tongue. They backed towards the edge of the pool so Grace was pinned there, not able to move away from Patrick. Patrick’s wet shirt was quickly removed and Grace’s t-shirt was pulled away. Grace was scared, what if Patrick wanted more than she was giving him? What if Patrick wanted to have sex with her and she refused? Patrick’s head was racing a hundred miles an hour. Grace was underage but she was being so passionate towards him. What about what she said with her father. ‘I’m sixteen in two weeks. So if I wanted to have sex with Patrick, don’t you think I would?!’ “Holy crap! Have I just walked in on an orgie or  something?!” Someone shouted from the French windows. Patrick jumped off Grace as she ducked under the water in sheer embarrassment. “Hey there Brendon.” Patrick muttered finding his shirt in the pool. “Hey Patrick. Is your girlfriend drowning?” Patrick noticed the teenager was blowing bubbles under the water. He quickly pulled her up from her arm pits. She coughed and choked the water out of her lungs. “You okay babe?” She slowly nodded and glanced up at the man at the French windows. She hid her head in Patrick’s collarbone. “Is it me or am I embarrassing myself in front of all my idols today?” Patrick chuckled and lifted her out of the pool. Patrick wrapped a towel around her and sat her down on one of the five sun loungers beside his pool. Brendon walked up to the couple. “Uh, hi. I’m Bren-” “Brendon Urie. I’m Grace, the most embarrassed person in the whole world right now.” Brendon chuckled and shook her hand. “Please I’ve seen worse. I’ve walked in on Ryan and his girlfriend Éadaoin once in full swing. I’ve had nightmares ever since.” Grace chuckled. “So Brendon? Is everyone in there?” Patrick asked sitting next to her. “Yup. Pretty much. Cobra isn’t here but apparently. They have a last minute show or something.” Patrick shrugged and put his arm around Grace. “You ready to meet everyone?” Grace nodded. “Can I put on some clothes first?” Patrick giggled and nodded. “If you must.” Grace punched his arm playfully and took his hand as they followed Brendon inside.

 

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When their flight was finally called Patrick took Grace’s hand and led her through the gate. Sitting on the plane, Grace quickly fell asleep, it was almost 11 at night and Patrick’s body clock was too messed to sleep. Her head had promptly fallen on his shoulder, fitting comfortably. It’s like her head was made to fit there, her glasses hung loosely off her face and small breaths escaped through her fragile lips. Patrick smiled at the sight; she looked like a little girl when she slept. He pecked the top of her head and continued watching the movie. After almost four hours in the air Grace stirred out of her sleep with an aching neck and heavy eye-lids. She stretched and glanced over to her sleeping companion next to her. His hat was almost falling off his head and his glasses were only just hanging on. She chuckled and took off his glasses and placed them in the seat pocket. He flinched but quickly settled again. Grace glanced around the plane and saw that most of the passengers were sleeping soundly or drinking coffee to keep them awake. They only had two hours left of flying until they were in Chicago. Patrick had called Pete earlier and he said that he would pick them up. Grace couldn’t wait to see them again; they felt more like family then her own. She dug through her backpack and found her iPod and plugged it in. She was listening to Panic at the disco when a sleepy arm draped its way around her stiff shoulders. Two lips placed a kiss in her cheek as she took out her earphones and faced her tired eyed boyfriend. “Hi.” She whispered leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled and leant his head on hers. “You have a nice nap?” She nodded as he pulled her as close as he could. “What time is it in Chicago?” Patrick consulted his watch and took away five hours “About 10.45 at night.” She groaned into his jacket as he wrapped her up as tightly as he could. “We’re nearly there now so, stop you’re whining.” He mock-complained. She sniggered and shut her eyes listening to Patrick hum David Bowie.

Patrick softly shook his sleeping girlfriend. “Honey, we’re landing. You need to wake up.” He heard her groan as she slowly lifted her head off her shoulder and stretched. She did her seatbelt and gripped the arms of the chair as the plane landed with a large shake. The plane came to an uncomfortable halt. “We’re here.” Patrick whispered excitedly. Grace smiled and undid her seatbelt. They grabbed Grace’s back pack and headed inside the airport. “Whoa, Chicago is the windy city.” Grace whispered stepping outside. Patrick smiled and breathed in the deeply familiar air. He was home. After collecting Grace’s luggage, they walked through the gate and were comforted by three familiar faces. “Petey!” Grace yelled running to him. Pete smiled and grabbed her as she jumped into him for hug. “Jesus Gracie!” He groaned as he caught her. She jumped down and gave him a normal hug. “I missed you guys.” She whispered into his chest. “We missed you.” Pete replied kissing the top of her head. She stepped back from Pete and looked at the large group of people. “Everyone, this is the beautiful Gracie. Gracie this is just everyone.” Pete indicated to the large group behind him. She waved shyly to the group before turning to Patrick who was behind her. “Who are half these people?” He smirked and put his arm around her waist. “You know, Joe, Andy and Pete. These are their girlfriends.” She nodded as a girl walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. “Hey there, I’m Jess. Pete’s girlfriend.” The girl had light brown hair and pale skin but it was still darker than Grace’s. “Hi.” Grace smiled shaking her hand. Jess smiled back as she took her hand. She had one of the friendliest smiles Grace had encountered. “Pete’s told me a lot about you.” She said walking back outside so they could all go home. “Cool.” Jess smiled, the young girl was obviously nervous. “Jesus H Christ Melissa!” Andy yelled at a girl similar to him in age. “Sorry Andy, I can’t carry three Starbucks at once! I’m not Martha fucking Stewart!” Melissa had long brown hair in a layered style. She seemed shorter than Andy but Andy was easily intimidated by her. “I’m sorry baby. We’re all just tired.” Andy whispered pulling her close as they continued walking. She smiled and rested her head on his collarbone. “True. Sorry I yelled.” He smiled and pecked her softly. “Mel, this is Grace. Grace this is Melissa.” Melissa smiled at the teenager as Grace nodded to her. All their girlfriends were beautiful, why had Patrick stuck with her? She wasn’t that pretty. There were two cars, Grace, Patrick, Pete and Jess while Andy, Melissa, Joe and Clara got into the other. “So Gracie, what do you think of good old Chicago?” Grace sighed and looked out of the window. “It really is beautiful.” Patrick smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they snuggled up in the backseat while Jess and Pete chatted to each other in the front. “Look Pete. They’re sleeping.” Pete quickly glanced back and smiled at the sight. Grace’s head on leaning on Patrick’s collarbone and Patrick was leaning on her head. Patrick’s arm was loosely around her shoulder while his other hand was laced with hers on her lap. “Take a picture Jess. It’s just too cute.” She smiled and grabbed her camera out of her bag and took a quick picture, hoping not to wake them from the flash. They didn’t stir. “They are perfect for each other don’t you think?” Pete smiled and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Yeah. Can you see the offspring?” Jess giggled but nodded. “I can actually. They’d be so cute. Wearing hats too big for their head and breaking glasses.” Pete chuckled as they pulled into Patrick’s drive. “Stir them while I pull their suitcase inside.” Jess nodded and quickly pecked Pete on the lips. She opened the back door of the car and looked at the sight again. The perfect couple. “Hey guys. We’re here.” Grace slightly stirred while Patrick didn’t move. Jess took to other methods and shook Grace. “Hey, sweetie. We’re at Patrick’s place. You coming inside.” She sleepily nodded and started shaking Patrick. “Patrick, we’re here.” Patrick’s nose twitched but nothing more. Grace shook him more violently and saw him sit up. “Huh? What?” Grace sniggered. “We’re here. You coming inside sleeping beauty?” Patrick smiled and followed Grace inside his house.

“Your house is so homely.” Grace said walking into the home. Pete had dumped the suitcase in what Grace assumed was the living room and stretched. “We’re going to head back to our place. Is that cool by you guys?” Patrick nodded as Grace glanced around the room. Pete and Jess intertwined together and left. Grace was too tired to take in Patrick’s house but she quickly found herself inside Patrick’s bedroom. “Do you want to sleep in here while I go and sleep on the couch or something?” Patrick asked digging through his drawers for pyjamas. Grace stretched and fell onto the pristine bed. “Your bed’s certainty big enough for two. I’m sure.” Patrick smiled and found a black t-shirt and tartan pyjama bottoms. “Can I borrow a shirt or something? I’m too comfortable to move to move right now.” Patrick giggled and chucked her a light blue t-shirt and pair of boxer shorts. “I’ll go and change in the bathroom if you want to change in here.” Patrick whispered walking out the door. “Thanks.” Grace clambered off the bed and pulled her hoodie and t-shirt over her head. As she unclasped her bra, she glanced at the countless photographs. Him and Pete, Him and Andy, Him and Joe, Him and Panic at the disco and even one with him and Gabe from Cobra Starship. Patrick seemed so short compared to him, she thought it was cute. She removed her jeans and pulled the boxers over her hips and let the t-shirt hang over her body. A knock came on the door and Patrick walked in “You okay?” She smiled and stretched “A little tired but I think I’ll live.” Patrick smirked and pulled the duvet covers back for Grace. She sleepily crawled under the sheets and shut her eyes. Patrick clambered next to her and put his arm around her waist. He closed the small gap between them so she kept close to him. He shut his eyes and slept to the sound of Grace’s small breaths.

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He grabbed her make-up bag and hair straigheners and put them in too. “If I go find a flight to Chicago on the computer, can you pack the rest of my things?” She asked folding up various pairs of jeans. Patrick nodded and watched her smile grew as she ran down the stairs. He found her passport in put it in his back pocket along with his. He zipped up her suitcase and carried down the stairs. Grace was still on the computer; searching for flights he thought. “Any there?” She nodded. “When do they leave?” She stood up and pulled on her hoodie. “Tonight.” Patrick smiled and pulled her close to him “What about your folks? Won’t they want to know where the little girl is?” Grace sighed and pulled away from Patrick. “Don’t remind me. I’ll leave them a note or something.” Patrick tucked her hair behind her ears. “Perhaps I can meet your parents tonight before I whisk you away.” Grace smiled. “Why are you always so god damn responsible?” He chuckled and embraced her. “Because one of us has too.” Grace snuggled into the warmth of his chest. Taking a deep intake of his smell, it made her feel at home. “Grace! You here” Grace jumped away from Patrick and looked by the door. It was her older brother. Her parents were probably pretty close. “Tom. I’m in here.” The young boy walked in and stopped in his tracks. “Uhh...hey. You’re Patrick, right?” Patrick nodded and shook the boy’s hand. Tom was the only one Grace told the truth about her and Patrick about. “Why is there a suitcase in the hall?” Grace escorted her brother into the hallway and explained in whispers. “I’m going to Chicago. We’re leaving as soon as mum and dad get home and we explain.” Tom stood there shocked at his sister’s rush into the relationship. She was such a reserved girl, isolated herself. Now, she was heading for America with a man he barely knew. He only read his Wikipedia. “Grace, do you trust this dude?” She nodded and hugged her older brother. “I really do Tom. I love him.” Tom smiled down at his sister; she wasn’t the most trusting person. He trusted his sister’s judgement. They walked back into the kitchen. “I’m just going to the bathroom. Be nice to each other.” Grace ordered walking out of the kitchen. Tom went up to Patrick; Patrick had never felt so intimidated. “You hurt my sister; you’ll have me to deal with. Not to mention my father. Understood?” Patrick gulped and nodded. He could see where he was coming from; he was 9 years older than his baby sister. Grace came back out and wrapped herself around Patrick. “Tom, where the hell is mum and dad?” Tom gazed at the pair. They were obviously in love. “They’re grabbing the stuff from the car.” Grace’s face was worried as Tom went back outside to help her parents. “What’s the matter sweetheart?” Patrick whispered pulling her close. “My parents aren’t the easiest to please. My dad just hates any guy I invite here and well. My family is just so over protective of me.” Grace sighed into his eyes. Patrick smiled and leant his forehead on hers “They just love you. I would want to protect you too.” She smiled stretched up to kiss him but she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to face her mother. A normal sized woman, with short black hair and glaring brown eyes. Her green cardigan hung on the chair as she stared into her daughter’s eyes. “Grace, who the hell is this and what is he doing in our house?” Grace settled back down on her feet and felt Patrick’s hand slip into the back of her jeans pocket, letting her know he was still there. “Mum, this is Patrick. Patrick is my boyfriend.” She looked at the pair in shock. “How old is he?” Grace sighed and looked at her converses. “I’m 24. I know, I’m a little old but she’s mature and knows what’s right and wrong.”  Her mother stared at the man that Grace claimed to be her boyfriend. “Grace. Is he really 24?” She nodded and waited for the screams and waited for Patrick to run out of the house and never see her again. Her mother just gasped. “Well, that’s a surprise.” Grace looked up at her mother’s worried expression. “Mum, you don’t have to worry about me. I swear, Patrick hasn’t touched me. He wouldn’t.” She looked Patrick in the eyes and saw the gentleman. “I believe you it’s just. What is your father going to say?” At that moment her father walked in. A larger man with many wrinkles that came from 20 years of smoking. “What would I say to what?” Grace gripped Patrick’s hand, she didn’t fear her father. She feared what he would do to Patrick. “Dad this Patrick. Patrick this is my father. Dad, Patrick is my boy...boyfriend.” She kept her eyes shut and gripped Patrick’s hand tighter. Patrick stroked the top of her hand. Her dad looked around the room to his wife and then back at the pair. “How old are you?” He growled getting closer. “I’m 24.” He took a step back and looked down at his daughter. “He’s way too old for you.” Grace sighed and let go of Patrick’s hand. “Age is just a number. I love Patrick. I could care less if he was younger or older than me.” Her father stared at the man and scanned over him with his icy blue eyes. They were the same colour as Grace’s but Grace’s was warmer and glittered like a starry night. “Are you some kind of paedophile or something?” Patrick shook his head while Grace jumped in front of him. “How dare you call him that?! He hasn’t touched me. He wouldn’t. And, news to you father, I’m 16 in two weeks, if I so happened to want to have sex with Patrick. Don’t you think I would?!” Her father stared at her astonished. How dare she back mouth him? “Get to your room, right now.” She grasped Patrick’s hand in support “No. I’m going with Patrick to Chicago. I’ll be back soon.” Her mother jumped up and took her shoulders. “What about school? We barely know this guy. I don’t feel safe with you going.” Her father was breathing deeply and picking his nails. “I feel safe with him. I swear, I’ll be fine. I love you mum. Come on Patrick.” She whispered putting on her shoes and leading the man out of the door with a suitcase in tow.

            “Well. That went well.” Grace sighed after two hours of driving to the airport. Patrick nodded, trying to concentrate on the road. “I’m sorry my dad called you a paedophile.” Patrick smiled and laced his fingers with hers, keeping one hand on the wheel. “It’s okay. I was kinda expecting it.” She chuckled and squeezed his hand as they parked in Heathrow airport. Patrick undid his seatbelt and kept a hold of Grace’s hand. “I love you Grace. Just because your parents are worried about you doesn’t make me love you any less.”Grace was on the brink of tears. “Stop being so sweet.” He sniggered and kissed her softly, cupping her face. They got out of the car and quickly checked in a dumped her luggage. “What’s Chicago like?” Grace asked as they sat down at Starbucks and waited for their flight to be called. “It’s a really beautiful city, especially during the winter. You’ll have to come and spend Christmas with me and see it.” He replied pulling a chair so he could sit next to her. She smiled and sucked at her straw. “I might just have to do that.” He sipped his coffee and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. They sat quietly drinking their drinks for while. They didn’t need to talk. It was a compatible silence.

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Next chapter, the Fall Out Boy girlfriends appear! Dun Dun Dunnn!

Oh yes.
Can I say I love my older brother?
After yesterday's arrival of The Black Parade Is Dead! Limtied Edtion. (I got Mikey's mask. I think it's odd that I go the bassist's mask when I too am a bassist. lol) Which is fucking incredable. The New Jersey show rocked harder than Mexico I think. They played amzingly well, the atmosphere was better too. I really wanted to be there. Dahm me living in England.
But, there is good side to being in England!
Fall Out Boy!
I got tickets to see them in Birmingham!
I'm standing with my lovely older brother!
He's gonna push while I use my lack of height to sneak through.
It's gonna rock harder than anything.
Apart from seeing MCR.
Which I haven't. Depressing I know.
I'm also seeing Cobra Starship in September. FANGS UP!
Can't wait. This year rocks.
Officaly.
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Yes. Today is Raymond Manuel Toro-Ortiz's Birthday.
Me and my friend Melissa celebrated in style.
We curled our hair.
Wore our MCR shirts and jackets to school.
We sang MCR all day, no matter what any fucker said.
We made Ray a cupcake =)
With a candle.
We sang him Happy Birthday.
We thanked him for being there for us.
Helping us through alot of things.
We love you Ray =)
31 years of life. Life will lived.
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to Torosauraus
Happy Birthday to you!



Random Question: Is anyone else OBSSESSED about his hair?
I am.
I think it's rocks =)

Two chapters combined!

Rated: R (More sexy time but not actual sexy time)

Hell yes. I'm getting this done too quick!

Anyways, thanks to those who apllied to be in this.

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4 months later

Grace was sat in her school bathroom, crying her heart out. She had skipped her morning classes of Chemistry and English so she could stay in there and release her emotions without prejudice and discrimination. She wiped away her running eye-liner with her hoodie that Patrick had sent her about a month ago. It was Pete’s that he’d stolen and slept with so it smelt like him. The black stood out against the green. She dug through her bag and found her make-up bag. She found one of her dad’s old razorblades. She’d been cutting herself for about three years; she felt it was the only way to get over things. When Patrick was here for that week; she didn’t do it once but after he left and just the night before she had gotten an e-mail from Patrick saying that their tour had been extended by a month. Pulling the hoodie sleeve right up her arm so it was above her elbow she dragged the blade across her forearm and let it bleed down her arm. Pulling tissue out of the paper dispenser she wiped up the blood and stopped it from over-bleeding. “Gracie? You in here?” She heard her best friend Laura shout. “Yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.” She got up from the floor and checked her make-up in the mirror. She looked horrible but Laura had seen her asleep and that was never a pretty sight. She swayed slightly but managed to grip the edge of the sink so she didn’t fall. She pulled down her hoodie sleeve to cover the collection of cuts and picked up her bag. She unlocked the door and faced her friend Laura; she was a very pretty girl, the same height as her which was about 5ft but Laura had the sweetest personality ever. Grace swayed again and couldn’t grip anything this time so she fell onto the tiled floor. “Grace! Oh my god!” Laura rushed to her side. Grace’s breathing was heavy and her pulse was barely there. Laura dug through her bag to find her phone and dialled 999. “Ambulance. My best friend has just fallen to the floor, her breathing is really heavy and her pulse is really faint. Heathfield School. Thanks.” Laura rushed back to her best friend and slowly removed her hoodie so she could use it to support Grace’s head. She saw the deep red mark on her forearm. “Holy shit. Grace think about me, think about Patrick. What are you doing to yourself?”

Patrick undid the seatbelt of his rented car and walked out into a car park of the English version of a high school. He put on his sunglasses and busboy cap so that he wouldn’t be mobbed by teen girls saying “Patrick I want your babies!” This was quite a normal occurrence. He walked into the reception of the school and a old, strict looking secutary looked back at him with cold eyes. “Can I help you?” Patrick rubbed his lips together “Yeah, I’m looking for a student. Her names Grace” The secutary blanked his comment and typed the name into the computer. “Surname?” Patrick was about to answer when two paramedics rushed through the back door carrying a young girl on a stretcher. He saw the girl’s face and teenager following them was carrying a hoodie he knew belonged to his girlfriend. “Shit!” He followed the paramedics outside to the ambulance. “Can I go with her?” He asked drawing attention to himself. Grace’s friend who he vaguely recognised from a photo Grace had sent him stood in front of him. “I’m going. Sorry. You’re Patrick?” He nodded still watching the paramedics slide his girlfriend into the ambulance. “I’m her best friend Laura. Nice to meet you at last.” Patrick shook her hand and one of the paramedics poked his head around the door. “I’m sorry. Neither of you can come. We need to have two paramedics watching her so there is no room. You can follow in a car though.” Patrick nodded and ran towards his car with Laura following him. “Can you take me?” She asked. Patrick nodded get his keys out of his jean pocket. They both got in and followed the ambulance towards the local hospital. Laura rubbed her lips together, stilling holding Grace’s hoodie. “Did you know?” She asked in the quietest whisper he had ever heard. “Did I know what?” He said trying to concentrate on keeping to the right side of the road. “That she was...c-cutting herself?” Patrick braked suddenly and looked the teenage girl in the eye. “She was what?” He asked in shock. “C-cutting herself.” Patrick arms tensed up as tears fell down his cheeks. “No, I-I didn’t.” He replied in a whisper. “Di-Did you?” She shook her head.

The hospital was cold and seemed lifeless. Patrick had hated hospitals ever since he was a little kid. He and Laura were waiting in the reception for someone to come and talk to them but everyone seemed to ignore them. A nurse came by and tapped Patrick on the shoulder; stirring him out of his thoughts. “You brought in Grace Stocker yes?” Patrick nodded and shook Laura’s arm slightly. They were lead through to a private room which had a small TV, a bedside table and in the middle of the room was a bed which held a fragile teenager hooked up by various pipes to machines. “Oh my god.” Laura cried out seeing her best friend lying lifelessly in the bed. Patrick was in shock, his eyes watering. He took a hold of her right hand and rubbed his fingers lightly over the various cut just below her elbow. “Fuck me.” He whispered watching Laura being escorted out of the room as her parents were here. Her lips were paler than normal and her glittering eyes were blocked from viewing. “Gracie? Can you hear me?” He asked softly into her ear. He felt her finger flinch slightly on his hand. Patrick took his other hand and stroked her hair hoping to wake her up. Sure enough, her eye-lids started to flutter until they were open. Grace looked at her boyfriend with confused eyes “Patrick?” She asked in a raspy voice. He smiled at her and wiped away the wetness on his cheek. “I’m right here.” She shut her eyes and smiled “I thought you were on tour still?” Patrick chuckled and kissed her forehead “I wanted to surprise you.” She leant the top of her body on Patrick’s body and let him wrap her up in his arms. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into his chest. Patrick let go of her and clambered onto her hospital bed with her. “Don’t be honey. I just wanna know why.” Grace closed her eyes and turned away from him. Patrick’s arm found its way to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Patrick chewed his bottom lip and shut his eyes. “You can tell me in your own time. Just promise me you’ll never resort to it again.” Grace turned around and looked into his green eyes. “Okay.” Patrick smiled and kissed her softly before letting lay her head on his chest.

A day later Grace was back home and her Parents were due home soon from their vacation in France. Patrick had a question to ask her parents but since they had never met him; he was all kinds of nervous. Grace was asleep on his lap. She looked so peaceful that Patrick couldn’t help but smile. The movie they were watching was still playing faintly in the background. Patrick’s pocket started vibrating. He didn’t want Grace waking up after everything; he softly lifted her head off his lap and placed it on a cushion carefully. He glanced at her one more time before going outside and answering his phone. “Hello.”

“Hey if it isn’t my main man lunchbox! How are we?” Patrick sighed and produced a weak smile at the sound of his best friend’s voice. “I’m okay. What’s wrong? Has my house burnt down or something?” Pete chuckled “No! You have to learn to trust me Trick. How’s Grace? Have you asked her yet?” Patrick fiddled with some loose stone on the wall he was leaning on. “I haven’t yet. But we might not come out. Grace just got out of hospital yesterday.”

“Huh? What was wrong? She’s okay now right?” Pete said rather quickly. “She’s alright now. She collapsed on her school bathroom floor. Sh-She’d been c-cutting herself.” The other end of the phone was silent for a few moments “No way, she didn’t seem like the type of girl that did that. Why the fuck would she do that to herself?” Patrick sighed “I don’t know man, but she’s promised me that she’ll stop and I trust her enough to leave her too it.”

“You really must love her man.” Pete stated down the phone. “Yeah. I really do love her. Anyways, I better get back to her. Tell everyone I said hi.” He hung up and sighed contently at the sunset. “Wow.” Said a whisper behind him. Patrick jumped around and stared into the glittering eyes of his girlfriend. She was smiling and wearing his jacket. “You love me?” She whispered going closer to him. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.” Patrick replied taking a hold of her hands and pulling her into him. Grace chewed her lip and started blinking excessively “You’re going to make me cry Patrick Martian Stumph.” Patrick chuckled and wrapped his arms around her hips. “I love you Patrick.” Grace whispered moving her arms so they were around his waist. Patrick smiled, lifted her chin and kissed her softly. He wanted to be gentle and not force her into anything. Her tongue moved to the back of his mouth; he could taste her. He pushed her tongue back into her mouth so his tongue could investigate her mouth. He felt under the fabric of Grace’s shirt to touch her pale skin. She craved his touch and moaned into his mouth when the electricity shot through her from his fingertips. Patrick felt this and moved his lips down towards her neck. He nibbled and sucked the skin on her neck until a purple mark appeared where his lips had made their tattoo. “Jesus Patrick, I feel like a first class whore.” She chuckled as Patrick pulled his lips away. Patrick smiled and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He carried back inside and started making the journey upstairs “Put me down Patrick. You’ll give yourself a fucking hernia!” She screamed through giggles. He smirked and nudged her bedroom door open with his hip and carefully put her down on her bed. Grace laughed as Patrick fell next to her breathless. “Are you okay?” She whispered lying on her side. He nodded and shut his eyes.

Grace took this as her opportunity and rolled on top of him so she was straddling his waist. Patrick looked up at her with wide, excited eyes. She licked her lip and leant into his neck. She bit and sucked his neck until an equal violet mark appeared on his neck. “That’s payback Mr. Stump.” She whispered sitting up but remaining on his waist. She put her hands on his chest and giggled. Patrick placed a kiss into both palms and took a hold of them “I was wondering what you were doing next week?” Grace rolled off him and lay next to him. “I have school but nothing important. Why? What are you planning Patrick?” Patrick turned to face her and smiled. “Why don’t you come to the US for a bit and stay with me? And the guys of course.” Grace smirked and pulled Patrick’s shirt so he was kissing her. He rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists beside her head. He couldn’t take his eyes off her wrists where the hospital had discovered the cuts. He moved his hands away from her wrists and concentrated on his girlfriend beneath him. Her hands investigated down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Patrick smirked into the kiss and pulled his shirt off him. Grace looked up onto her boyfriend and felt his chest with her hands. The smoothness of skin made her uneasy. Patrick smiled and rolled off her. She took this to be her opportunity to clamber on top of him. His smile grew as she removed her shirt to reveal a black lacy bra. She leant down to kiss him as his hands went straight for her chest. Her hands removed Patrick’s hat and tangled in his hair. He flipped her so she was on her back and moved his lips down her body getting a soft moan in response. He fiddled with the button of her jeans and pulled them down. Grace chewed her lips, thinking what was going on. She was underage and if her parents came home which they most likely would at any moment. They’d have him arrested. He moved back up her body and returned to her lips. She wouldn’t take it any further but she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t know that she could feel like this with anyone. He groped at her chest and kissed her deeply. Grace flipped them so she was on top and she kissed down his chest and fingered at the button on his jeans. She could tell he was frustrated. She chuckled and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one motion. She took him in her hand and pumped him slowly. He squirmed in response making Grace giggle. She chewed her lips before wrapping them around him. He fidgeted and moaned in response. He felt the tightening in his stomach as she continued to suck and lick him. Grace smiled up at him and continued until Patrick released into her mouth. Patrick was so embarrassed and when he looked up at his girlfriend; she was laughing and wiping away the liquid from her mouth. He watched her swallow it before him and crawl back up his body. He kissed her deeply and flipped her so she was under him. He was careful not to do too much but her eyes seemed to plead with lust. He moved his lips downwards, until he got to her underwear. He kissed her stomach making her giggle as he pulled them away. She screamed in pleasure as his tongue found her. She gripped her sheets and her breathing got shaky. She shamelessly whispered his name over and over again. Her stomach tightened and she felt like a small explosion had happened inside her. Patrick moved back up to her lips and wrapped her up in his arms. “I love you Patrick. And I’d love to come.” Patrick smiled and pecked her forehead. “My parents are going to be back soon. We’d better get dressed.” Grace whispered finding her clothes on the floor. She threw Patrick’s clothes at him and let him get dressed. She wiped her hair out of her face and redid her make-up. Patrick stood up and moved his arms around her waist. She sighed into his chest and looked up at him. “When do we leave for America?” Patrick kissed her softly and hugged her tightly. “Whenever you’re ready to go.” Grace released herself out of his hug and pulled a suitcase from under her bed. “Help me pack then!” She yelled throwing clothes from her wardrobe into the suitcase. Patrick didn’t know what to do but he opened her drawers and threw various items of clothing into the suitcase.

Sorry for the long wait. I've already written the next chapter so, that will be up by Tuesday. This Chapter is rated R for sex and language. Please forgive me for the bad writing.

Love you always

Gee x

April 9^th 1993

“Happy Birthday Gerard!” I shouted at him as soon as he walked into the school. I ran to him for a hug. He dropped his bag and caught me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him softly. We got stared at by the other kids how just made barfing noises. We couldn’t really care less. He eventually dropped me and I walked him to his locker. “So, Mr. Way. What are you doing tonight for sweet sixteen?” He put his books in his locker and looked at me. “Why don’t you come over tonight? My parents could leave us two alone for a bit and we could have pizza and watch videos?” I nodded excitedly and pecked him on the cheek.

After picking up Mikey we started walking back to his house. Mikey was telling us about this boy at school who kissed a girl while Gerard laced his fingers with mine. I smiled up at him as we continued walking. Mikey ran up the stairs to his bedroom as soon as Gerard unlocked the door. We heard Mikey’s video games and knew we were safe for a bit. I dumped bag down looked up at him. He gently cupped my head and kissed me passionately. I was kinda taken back but enjoyed every single second. His tongue always knew the weak points of my mouth, it kinda scared me. He nudged me backwards towards his bedroom. I feel onto his bed and let him kiss me harder than he had ever pushed before. His hands were wreaking havoc over my body as his hands investigated my curves. I arched myself against him and let him slip his hands slide under my t-shirt. I didn’t know that Gerard knew how to touch me like this, it felt so nice and so scary at the same time. Gerard moved his lips down my neck and nibbled at certain points. I hoped he didn’t leave a mark, I didn’t want to be questioned out them by my parents of Gerard’s for that matter. He moved down to my collarbone and took off my hoodie. I could feel his hands grope my chest under my shirt. I hated not being in control so I flipped him so he was under me as I straddled his waist. I took of my shirt and watched his eyes widen. I smirked and leant into him for a kiss. My tongue investigated his mouth while his hands investigated my chest. The feeling I got was so weird but wonderful it cannot be described. I moved away from his mouth and down his neck. I felt a soft lump against my thigh and I chuckled at him as his cheeks flushed a deep shade or red. I tore away his t-shirt and kissed his chest downwards towards his pants. He was chewing his lips as I unbuttoned them and pulled them away. I kneeled down on the floor and fingered his boxers. His breathing got shaky and I left him there while I locked his door in case a young Michael came looking. I knelt back down and I slowly whipped away his boxers. I didn’t know what to do exactly but I gave it a guess. I wrapped my hand around him and moved it up and down slowly. Gerard’s breathing was so shaky and faint, it was obvious he was enjoying himself. I continued doing it until this liquid came all over hand and Gerard squirmed. He sat up and looked at me with wide eyes as I found a tissue to wipe away the stuff. I went back over to him and kissed him on the lips deeply. He flipped me so I was under him and I could feel his finger edging closer to my pants. I bit my lip as he pulled them away and started rubbing. I didn’t know letting someone do that could feel like this. I covered my face in Gerard’s duvet to make sure Mikey didn’t hear me scream. I felt my underwear be torn away and Gerard stick his tongue there. I shouted his name in pleasure and felt a small explosion happen inside me. I felt Gerard climb on me and pull the duvet away from my face. I looked up and saw his smile. His intense hazel stared through me as his lips met mine again. It felt like we were going to do it but I didn’t know whether too or not. I mean, I was underage and Gerard had only just turned sixteen. “I love you Grace. You know that right?” He whispered from above me. I touched his face with my hand and whispered “I love you too. Do you want to?” Gerard nodded “Only if you want too.” I nodded and watched his smile widen. He placed himself there and slowly eased himself in. I winced in pain, Gerard noticed and pulled away slightly but I encourage him to keep going until the stabbing pain inside turned pleasurable. No one came in and bothered us. We were together for the whole night and that night as one of the best nights of my life.

 

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THE NEXT MORNING

Grace woke up in her bedroom. Her Fall Out Boy poster stared back her. Her black and white polka dot pyjama’s hung on her hips as her tight tank top gripped onto her skin. She put on her FOB hoodie and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. She was shocked to see Patrick up and looking for coffee in her kitchen. “Jesus. I thought last night was a dream.” Patrick chuckled and pushed his glasses up his nose. “No, we’re still here. Whether we’re awake or not is another story.” She smiled that smile Patrick fell in love with. She walked over to the kettle and took the coffee from his hand. The moment their hands touched Patrick felt a spark. Grace giggled nervously and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked in a quiet voice. Patrick smiled nervously “Thanks.” She rubbed her lips together and switched the kettle on. “So, what are you guys gonna do today?” Patrick shrugged and dragged his finger through his hair. “I don’t know. What is there to do around here?” Grace licked her lips as the kettle boiled. “Not a great deal.” Patrick observed her hips swaying from side to side as she put coffee into the mugs. He wanted to put his hands on them and pull her close to him. But, such a pretty girl would have a jock of a boyfriend. “I’ll leave the sugar and milk up to you.” She said as she waltzed with her mug of coffee to sit around the table. Patrick joined her and sipped his coffee slowly. “So, I don’t know a great deal about you.” Grace dragged her little fingernails through her hair “What do you wanna know?” Patrick leant back in his chair and bit his bottom lip. “Well, anything.” Grace exhaled deeply and took a sip of her coffee. “Okay. I’m Grace. I’m 15, I’m studying Drama, History and Geography at school, and I’m socially unacceptable by many people apart from maybe 10 people including you guys. I’ve never had a boyfriend before as I’m not the skinny, model-type, anorexic whore, I play a bit of bass and that’s pretty much it.” Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. She’d never had a boyfriend before. She was perfect and yet she felt like no one wanted her.

She pulled her knees up to her chest which normally wasn’t possible; with skinny models being beautiful, so were flat chests. Grace was nowhere near flat chested. She could feel Patrick’s eyes on her, studying her. She was transfixed on his eyes and mouth. She wanted him but knew that she couldn’t have him. He must have a beautiful model-like girlfriend back in the USA. “So?” She whispered into her mug. “So.” Patrick smiled. “England’s nice.” She weakly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’m leaving though as soon as I can.” Patrick put down his mug and cleaned his glasses. “Why?” Grace put her mug down too. “I want to be a prosecutor in USA. Sounds dumb huh?” Patrick shook his head and took hold of her hand. “No, do what you want, I mean, follow your heart and don’t listen to anyone else.” Grace’s hand was all clammy and Patrick’s was hot, his thumb stroked the back of her hand lightly. This sent Goosebumps all over body.  Patrick knew this was wrong; the girl was a little less than nine years younger than him. She wasn’t even legal yet. How could he fall in love with someone so young? Grace’s hand tingled at his touch; making her breathing shaky. Patrick pulled his face closer to hers; ignoring his thoughts. Grace moved closer to him, she wanted to taste him. He tucked her unruly hair behind her ears and shut his eyes. Cupping her face, he kissed her softly. Grace replied with more force; wanting him. Patrick felt this lust and granted her a fix of his tongue. She moaned into his mouth climbing onto his lap. Her hands were in his hair and his hands moved to her thighs. They don’t what came over them; but they continued doing it. Pete glanced his sleepy eyes in the kitchen and saw the pair. “Whoa. Chill out!” Grace jumped off Patrick landing on the cold tiled floor. “Fuck!” Pete couldn’t help but laugh and offered her his hand. “Sorry. You okay?” She sighed and let him pull her up. “Apart from the fact I think you broke my ass. Yeah, I’m okay.” Pete chuckled and pulled her in for a hug. Grace enjoyed the warmth but kept glancing at Patrick who was rubbing his lips together. He let Grace go and went to the bathroom. She stood next to Patrick and fiddled with her fingernails. “So, this is awkward.” Patrick smiled and stood in front of her. He took a hold of her hands. “Well, I don’t normally fall for fans. So, this is really weird for me.” Grace directed his hands towards her waist. “You’ve fallen for me? That’s strange because I’ve fallen for you.” Grace moved her hands so they were wrapped around his neck. Patrick smirked and leant in to kiss her.  Their lips collided together and Patrick’s tongue was playing with Grace’s. “Whoa! She has guitar hero!” Grace laughed through kiss making Patrick stop and smile at her. “Pete will break anything. We better go babysit.” She smiled wide and led him through to the den where Andy and Joe were playing pool. “Pete! Put that guitar down!” Pete pouted and turned on the console. “I wanna play! I bet you 10 bucks that I can beat you.” Grace let go off Patrick’s hand and grabbed the other controller. “We’re in England, so its pounds, but I must warn you. I’m unbeatable in this household.” Pete smirked at her and picked the song ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns N Roses. Patrick watched her sway her hips to the music and heard her voice as she sang along. “In your face Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. I kicked your ass!” Pete picked her up and swung her around in a circle. “No fair!” Patrick laughed as she clung onto Pete’s hair. “Save me Patrick!” Patrick grabbed Grace’s waist and pulled down and away from Pete. “Thank you.” She huffed flicking her fringe out of her face. Patrick wrapped his arms around Grace’s waist and pulled her into his chest. She leant her head on his chest and sighed as Joe and Pete were battling out. “Breakfast anyone?” Andy nodded along with Pete and Joe. She smiled and walked into the kitchen leaving Patrick in charge.

She prepared feast that included some vegan stuff for Andy too. She still had flour on her nose and when Patrick came to check on her “Grace. You have flour on your nose.” Grace was embarrassed and quickly wiped it away. “It’s still there, let me get it for you.”  Patrick touched her nose lightly and wiped away the flour. “You can cook? That’s pretty awesome.” She leant against the sink “It’s just one of my amazing talents.”  Patrick smirked and leant against her. “What other talents do you have?” She smiled and stretched up to kiss him. “Well Mr. Stump. You may find out. But not now. Call the rest in for breakfast if you please?” He chuckled and went to the den where Joe and Pete were still playing Guitar Hero. “Hey guys. Food?” Pete put the controller on the couch and ushered a quick and private chat with Patrick. Joe and Andy could be heard shouting and thanking Grace for cooking. “You dating now?” Patrick nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose. Pete put a friendly hand on his shoulder “Good man. She’s not gonna be like Lisa. Trust me.” Patrick looked at Pete in shock. “How do you I was thinking about her?” Pete smiled and pulled him for a hug. “You’re my best friend. We’re kinda telepathic.” Patrick chuckled and returned the hug. The nagging doubt in the back of his mind was still there. What if Grace broke his heart like Lisa? Would she cheat on him with his brother? Lisa’s touch to him was cold compared to the teenagers touch. They walked into the Kitchen and sat down and ate what Grace had lovingly prepared.