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

I most likely won't beon tomorrow, as it's my little brother's birthday. Stupid family.

I'll also be celebrating George Ryan Ross's birthday. He shall be twenty two. (Does anyone else find it werid that this is part twenty two and Ryan is going to be twenty two!!?)

Hope you enjoy the chapter. More romantic stuff. I couldn't help it. It is PATRICK STUMP! Come on...

Grace was normally the first up of the couple but today Patrick’s eyes opened before hers. He smiled and looked at the back of his girlfriend’s head and lightly touched the skin of her tummy. She stirred but quickly settled again. He breathed deeply and shut his eyes again, hoping to settle back to sleep before they had leave at ten. His cell phone buzzed beside him, thank god for vibrate. He sighed and removed his hand from around the sleeping form that as his girlfriend and looked at the text message. ‘1 message received: Jess.’ Oh crap. ‘Thanks for telling us she came back. Jon and Spencer met us in the lobby, letting us know. Hope she’s okay. We’ll be by later. Jess.’ Great. Another emotional woman on his tail. At least one of them had calmed down and was sleeping next to him. He glanced at the time on his cell and pecked the back of Grace’s neck. She groaned and breathed deeply. “We need to get up.” He breathed into her ear. “But I don’t wanna.” She whined like a ten year old. “Come on. It’s not that early.” He stated shifting her body so she was lying on her back. “Yeah, but my definition of early is completely different to yours.” She muttered as Patrick shifted her body. “No, your definition of early is eleven while mine is five in the morning.” Grace smiled sleepily and raised her eye-brows in agreement. Patrick leant on his side and with his left hand started drawing circles on Grace’s stomach. “Do you mind? That tickles.” She said quietly giggling. “Let’s hope our baby is as ticklish as you.” Patrick said smirking. Grace opened her eyes slightly and gave him a slightly evil glare. “You’re still not fully forgiven so watch your step Stump.” She muttered. Patrick licked his lips and slid his hand under Grace’s shirt which was technically his so he was touching her pale flesh of her stomach. “Tell mommy I’m sorry please.” He whispered, pecking her shoulder through the fabric. “Wow.” Grace whispered looking into his eyes. “What?” Patrick asked, slightly confused. “I thought you’d be all ‘Oh crap! I’m going to be a dad! Why the fuck didn’t we use a condom?!’ Not actually looking forward to it.” Grace answered opening her eyes so she was more awake. “You’re kidding! I can’t wait to be a dad! It’ll be so fun.” Grace chuckled and lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips. “Yeah. Screaming, puking, popping fun!” He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. She smiled and leant into him. He kissed her softly being careful he didn’t push his boundaries, but she groaned, trying to signal him that she wanted him to go further. He smiled and licked her bottom lip, and was quickly granted entry. His arms wrapped around her pulling himself on top her. He was so careful not to crush her. Knock, knock. Grace pushed against Patrick’s chest and looked in the direction of the door. “Who is it?” She shouted as Patrick started nipping and licking her neck. “Your wake up call. You have one hour until breakfast.” Grace moaned very softly as Patrick hit her weak spot. “Umm, thanks! Stop that now.” She hissed through giggling. “Why should I?” He asked in-between kisses. She grabbed his face and kissed him roughly and deeply. She flipped them so she was on top, straddling his waist. She rubbed his chest with her hands and let them fall lower and lower. “Stop it now.” Patrick whispered grabbing her hands before they reached his thighs. “Why should I?” She said with a smirk. Patrick shut his eyes and sniggered. “Because I said so.” Grace chuckled and put her hands on his chest. “Since when did I do anything you tell me?” Patrick nodded in agreement. Grace got off him and leant her head on her chest. “But since I am carrying your child, I’ll listen to you this once.” Patrick turned onto his side and tucked Grace’s bangs behind her ear. “I still can’t believe you’re pregnant.” She smiled as his fingertips touched her cheek. “Neither can I. I mean, what happened to the fifteen year old misfit that I saw in the mirror every morning?” Patrick bit his bottom lip and chuckled. “She blossomed into a beautiful sixteen girl with a rock star boyfriend.” She stuck her tongue out at him and sat up, pulling her fingers through her unruly bed hair. “I’m going for a shower.” She said pulling the blankets off her body and standing up. “Want any help with that?” He shouted as she walked in the bathroom. She simply opened the door and stuck out her middle finger making Patrick laugh as the water switched on. He got out of the comfortable bed and opened their suitcase, pulling out clothes for him and Grace. He threw them onto the bed and packed anything else in the room. He grabbed his cell and asked the operator for the number for the hospital. “Hello. Chicago Memorial Hospital. How can I help you?”

“Hi. My girlfriend’s pregnant and she needs an appointment?”

“I’ll put you through to the women’s health unit.”

 “Thank you.” Grace came out of the bathroom, rubbing her hair dry with a towel as she sat next to Patrick. “Hello. Women’s Health. How can I help you?” Patrick put his arm around Grace’s shoulder. “My girlfriend needs an appointment to do with pregnancy.”

“Okay sir. We have a free appointment at three this afternoon if that suits you?” Patrick smiled and started fiddling with the wet strands of Grace’s hair. “That’s great. Thank you.” He hung up and but his cell back on the nightstand. “Well?” Grace asked, resting her head in the nook of his shoulder. “Three this afternoon.” Grace smiled. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mum. Oh crap.” She muttered the last two words. “What’s wrong Hun?” Grace sighed and lifted her head. “My parents. They’re going to go mad. What am I going to tell them?” She asked putting her head in her hands. “If this is what you want, I’m sure they’ll support you. You’ll have me, Jess and the rest of the guys as well. You’re going to fine.” Grace chewed her lips and looked at Patrick. “Thanks. Hadn’t you better get showered?” A smile spread across his lips as he walked into the bathroom, blowing a kiss as he went. Grace looked down at the floor and looked back up to the ceiling. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” She whispered softly. She quickly got dressed and was adjusting her studded belt as Patrick entered the room with just a towel around his waist. “Jesus Patrick. Get changed in the bathroom.” Patrick shrugged and started taking off his towel. “Get your sexy ass back into the bathroom and change!” She shouted jokingly. Patrick smiled, they always did this. “No. My ‘sexy’ ass wants’ to stay in here and change. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and do your make-up?” Grace sighed and picked up her make-up bag. “Fine.” Grace sighed striding past him in the direction of the bathroom. Patrick’s hand tapped her ass as she went past making her jump. “Keep your hands to yourself Stumph.” She said secretly smiling.

It's a little long I think. But hey, i'll let you be the judge of that.

Song of the day: Mad as Rabbits OR There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet: Panic at the Disco.

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Folie A Duex- Can anyone else actually wait for this record (<---- I don't say album, I say record. Be Jealous.)?! I really can't. The first single is called 'I Don't Care.' So yayness (: September time it's meant to be released. *Claps hands* NEXT FUCKING MONTH! Holy Shit! Sorry, off topic.

Here's part twenty-one. And it's probably horrible after the drama we just had.

Patrick jumped off his bed and ran the door. He opened it slowly, making sure he knew who it was. There stood Jon and Spencer, but they were carrying a shivering form between them, with her head down. “Oh my god.” Was all he could muster from his lips. “We just found her in the bathroom stools, with this.” He handed him a small sliver blade, covered in dried blood. “I got her guys.” He whispered taking the quivering girl into his arms and pulling her into the room. Jon and Spencer walked away, discussing what the hell happened. Patrick softly held onto her arms and led her towards bed, sitting her down. Grace closed her arms to her chest and continued looking down. Patrick knelt in front of her and placed is hands on her knees. She flinched at his touch and inhaled, her breathing shaky. “Babe, let me look.” He ordered softly, moving his hands so they were in front of her. She pulled her arm closer into her chest and glared into his eyes. She didn’t have the strength to talk, but her eyes spoke more words than Patrick wanted to hear. “Please?” He asked again, softly taking her arms away from her chest. Her eyes shut as she let Patrick take her arms. He inhaled deeply and turned her arms over, exposing the cuts all across her arm. There were at least ten cuts going down both her arms, they were still bleeding slightly but most of them had dried up. What struck Patrick the most was on each arm was an X that could easily be seen under the array of cuts. He softly followed the lines with his index finger, hovering above them slightly. Grace watched him and looked into his green eyes that seemed to flare with anger and misery. “I’m so sorry. I made you do this.” He whispered, more to himself than to Grace. He felt so guilty over what he had done. Patrick stood up and paced into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a fist aid kit. He knelt down again and pulled out some disinfectant wipes. He gingerly wiped it over her left arm whispering “I’m so sorry if this hurts.” She shut her eyes and winced at every stroke Patrick wiped across her arms. Fresh blood kept emerging from the wounds as Patrick continued to clean them. After a few minutes, the cuts stopped bleeding and started drying up making Patrick let go of the teenager’s arms, letting her retreat them back to her chest. Grace gulped and shut her eyes, hoping to block out the pain, with no luck. He took her arms again, wrapping up in gauzes’. Patrick sat next to her and tried to put his arm around her, with no revelation. She edged away and held Jon’s jacket tighter. “You need to keep warm. Your lips are blue.” He whispered, trying to hold her again. She moved away sharply and closed her eyes, wishing she could just disappear. “I’ll be right back.” He murmured in a reassuring tone. Patrick ran into the bathroom and started running a hot bath, he rolled up his sleeves and went back out into the bedroom. “You need to get warm. So I’m just going to take your dress off then you’re going to have a bath, alright?” Grace knew that what he was saying was true common sense and nodded her head, standing up, trying to hold her position. She started falling and Patrick caught her before she landed on the floor. He carried her into the bathroom and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. Grace closed her eyes and Patrick touched her bare skin, leading her into the warm water, lying her down in it. “I’m going to stay with you, okay? In case you pass out.” Grace let the warm water cover her body, making her feel like she was flying. Patrick sat on the toilet, with one hand on his knee and the other dragging through his blonde hair. “I’m so sorry.” He said after a few awkward seconds. Grace kept her mouth closed, she was worried if she opened her mouth, she would just scream. “Please talk to me.” He asked in the softest tone he could muster. Grace held her knees to her chest and sighed. “Why?” She said in a small raspy voice. Patrick looked into her eyes, they were empty and cold. “She kissed me. I thought it was you crying in the closet so I wanted see if you were alright and it was Lisa. I asked if she was okay and she kissed me. I didn’t mean for anything to happen. I don’t ever want to hurt you.” Grace really looked into his eyes, she was amazing at telling when someone was lying just by looking at them. All she saw was misery and sorrow, he was telling the truth. “I believe you.” She whispered  hugging her knees tighter. Patrick sighed in relief walked to the edge of the bath. “Your lips a really pretty blue, but that can’t be good.” Grace sniggered and looked at him, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “I guess not.” She whispered very softly. Patrick smiled and tucked her fringe behind her ear. She moved his hand away from her face and put it back by his side. “I didn’t say I’d forgiven you, just that I believed you.” Patrick looked at her in complete shock, his eyes watering. He blinked quicker than normal and stood up. “What do you want me to do? What will make you forgive me?!” He shouted in a voice that made Grace cower in fear. She had never heard him like this. “Just give me some time to work things out in my head.” She said in such a quiet voice that Patrick only just heard it. Patrick shut his eyes and sat on the edge of the bath. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He said, holding his hands together, clasping and un-clasping them. “I’m sorry too Patrick.” Patrick looked back at her face and sighed. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I fucked up, you didn’t.” Grace shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Patrick, there’s something you need to know.” Patrick raised his eye-brows and turned the top half of his body around so he was facing Grace.”What is it?” She chewed her lips and held out her hands. “Give me your hand.” Patrick was confused but gave her his hand. She took his hand and placed it lightly on her stomach. “What the...?” He asked, looking in her eyes then back at his hand. “Patrick, I’m pregnant.” Patrick was breathless, he was going to be a father. “You’re joking?” He said after a few seconds of silence. Grace smirked and shook her head. He exhaled sharply and smiled widely. “Oh my god.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and let her wrap her soaked arms around his neck. He pushed her back then pulled her back into his chest again. “We’re going to have a baby. We’re going to have a baby.” He repeated in small whispers. He put his hands on Grace’s stomach and smiled. “Right, tomorrow morning we’re going to a doctor, to get you checked out then we’ll talk. Okay?” Grace nodded and shut her eyes. “At least you look warmer now. Perhaps we should get you into bed.” Grace nodded and started getting out of the bath, letting Patrick wrap her up in a towel. He guided her into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. “I’ll get you something to sleep in.” He said rubbing Grace’s goose bump covered arms. He opened their suitcase and pulled out one of his t-shirts and pair of Grace’s pyjama shorts. Grace took them and dressed slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements in case her body didn’t like it. Patrick unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers before pulling them down. He tugged another t-shirt of his over his head and found a pair of chequered pyjama pants, pulling them over his hips. Grace slipped under the bed sheets and rested her head on the pillow while Patrick looked at her. He lay next to her, not touching her in case she was still mad but she actually grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her. “I’m still cold.” Patrick chuckled and pulled her as close as he could. “Is that better?” Grace nodded and shut her eyes. “I really am sorry.” Patrick whispered in her ear, planting small kisses from her ear down her jaw and neck. “I know. And I forgive you.” Patrick smiled and shut his eyes, feeling like he was flying.

Sappy, romantic chapter.

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Yes, I meant to post this a yesterday or really early this morning but I only managed to get the computer now. It comes with being the middle child; with two computers in the house. I'm the laptop in my room, watching TBPID! (The Black Parade Is Dead!)
So yeah, last night I downloaded the FOB mixtape. Which is fucking incredable. May I say. I'm so excited about Foile a Duex in November. I can't wait.
October 19th is still in the forfront of mind as I'm seeing Fall Out Boy. In the mother fucking flesh in front of me.
Yes, I can't believe it.
I'm worried I'll cry during Golden (I did during the DVD, so yeah.) I'll most likely cry if I met Patrick Stump. Or faint if I met any of them afterwards.
I'm driving my mother nuts about talking about them.
Cobra Starship has prospoaned their show in September. To January. So my mum's like. "You can't go." But I kinda begging her as a sixteenth birthday present. (They're playing on the 31st January. My birthday is the 28th).
I passed my GCSE's. Woot! A in French and A in Science.
So yeah; I needed to get this out for no real reason.
I needed to bable as I can't in my household. And I feel like my internet are sometimes my only friends.
Stupid parents.
Ohh, I totally recommend a band called Go:Audio. They're really good. I'm seeing them too. 28th November!
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Heya,

OMFG! I can't believe I've actually written twenty parts of this. I'm amazed. Woah.....

I have two one-shots on Bob (That's my flashdisk/ memory stick thing) If I don't post again by Saturday. Happy Birthday Geroge Ryan Ross for Saturday.

Have you guys heard the mix tape from FOB yet. It absoluty rocks.

This is a pretty dark chapter. Just so you know. No sunshine and roses.

Grace finally made it back to the hotel, even though this was the place she least wanted to be. She walked inside and looked around the reception. Couples were chatting and most people were consuming so much alcohol. She knew that’s what she wanted to do, numb the pain she was feeling. She forced herself to leave the area and shut herself in the bathroom, hoping for quiet. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom. She splashed cold water in her face, hoping to wake up from her nightmare. No luck, she stared at herself in the mirror and saw exactly what she saw beforehand. Someone she didn’t like anymore, someone she wished was dead. Her eyes had dried up and no more tears were available for crying. She tried to find something she could use, go back to what she used to do. What made her feel better. She remembered what was in her purse, why didn’t she remember that at the road side!? She ripped her bag open and fond a small case meant for make-up but it contained something small. It glittered in the light and just looking at it made her sad but needy. It was a razorblade.

Jon and Spencer were chatting at the bar, Brendon and Ryan and turned in with a lot of the guests. “I wonder where everyone has gone...” Spencer slurred. Jon shrugged and got up from the bar. “I need to take a leak. Don’t drink my beer Smith.” Spencer chuckled and continued sipping at his drink while Jon staggered towards the bathroom. His drunken body flung into the room and leant him against the sinks. “Jesus, I’ve had too much to drink.” He murmured to himself. He looked down on the floor and saw small red droplets that stood out boldly against the beige tiles. “Is someone hurt in here?” He heard a small gasp followed by a sigh. He looked under the stools and only one had someone in it, someone wearing a red and black dress. “Who’s in there?” He asked, knocking on the stool door. “Go away. Leave me alone!” A girl screamed through the door. She sounded shocked and seemed dropped something as a small clatter echoed around the room. Jon looked under the stool; it was a blood covered razor blade. “Oh fuck.” He muttered trying to see who it was. He moved his eyes up the stool and saw a small girl but he couldn’t make out her facial features. “Can you please let me in?” He asked softly, slowly sobering up. “Just leave me alone.” The girl said in a barely audible whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you. Let me in and maybe I could help.” No response. Jon pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. “I’m sorry for this.” He shouted then barged into the door, trying to force it open. After around the fifth time, the door gave way and Jon fell onto the girl, making her squirm. “I’m so sorry. Are you o...Grace?” He asked, lifting himself up. Grace looked up at him and hid her arms to her chest. Jon grabbed his jacket covered Grace in it, her lips were blue and her normal rosy cheeks were pale. He wrapped the jacket around her bare shoulders and guided her out of the bathroom, much to her arguments. “Leave me alone Jon.” She kept repeating, trying to force herself away from his grip. He kept a tight hold on her as they walked towards the bar. “Spence, help me take her to Patrick.” Spencer looked up from drink into the girl’s pale face. He was so confused and saw small droplets of blood drip down her hand onto the floor. “Sure.” She moved so faintly and couldn’t keep herself steady as they carried her up the stairs. They were silent. None of them knew what to say. Jon, still supporting Grace on his shoulder knocked on Patrick’s door.

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I'm ill today ( Like I have been most of the summer but hey, more excuse's for having the laptop in my room to buzznet and have MCR DVD's playing all day. I kinda watched FOB all night last night. It was fun) Yes, this part is short and I'm not a huge fan of it but hey. Hope you guys like it (:

Grace’s feet were starting to ache. She’d been walking what seemed like forever and the Chicago air was really getting to her. She slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand; she forgot to get a jacket. Tears were streaming down her face, making her eyes red and puffy. She leant against a tree and took a couple of deep breaths because she was crying so much. Her heart ached so much, it hurt to think about what she saw, not mention actually replaying it in her mind. Her back slid down the tree so she was sat on the cold ground. She looked up into the clear night sky, it was so beautiful. She thought about those moments back home when she used to go sit in the forest late at night and just stare up at the stars. How she felt complete when she lie on the grass and saw the moon. But she wasn’t home anymore, she was with Patrick and Patrick had betrayed her. She didn’t want to cry anymore, she needed to do it. No matter what she promised, she needed to. But there was nothing to use, not on side of the road. She stood up and started walking back to the hall, at least then she could shut herself away and find something that would calm her down.

The wait seemed to last forever. Patrick was sat on the bed in his room, gripping his phone in case she called. He knew she wouldn’t but he hoped and prayed she would. “Please Grace, call me.” He kept whispering. He pulled off his tie and removed his suit jacket. He knew it was wrong, what he did with Lisa. But he didn’t think, he had no clue what was going on. All he could remember was hearing a girl crying, he thought it was Grace and went to see but it was Lisa sobbing in the closet.

*Flashback*

“Grace, is that you?” Patrick asked softly, opening the closet door slightly. The girl on the floor wasn’t his girlfriend but his ex-girlfriend Lisa. Her brown hair and knots, her deep brown eyes flooded with tears. “Lisa? What are you doing here?” He asked, shutting the closet door. Lisa looked up and sighed. “Patrick? Is that you?” Patrick nodded and sat next to her. “What are you doing here?” Lisa wiped her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. “I was told cover the wedding for my magazine.” She simply muttered. “Why are you crying Lisa?” Lisa shook her head and took a deep breath. “I saw you and her. You looked so happy, the only time I ever saw you happy was when you were with me.” Patrick wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at Lisa with pity. “You left me. I wasn’t happy until I found her. Aren’t you happy with Kevin?” Lisa snuffled and looked at Patrick fully in the eyes. “He’s nothing compared to you.” She cupped his face and kissed him softly at first but Patrick pulled away. He stood up and opened the closet door slightly. “Look Lisa. Go back to Kevin.” She stood up and gripped his jacket, pulling their lips to meet. She slid her tongue into his mouth, super gluing them together. “Patrick, what the fuck?” Patrick pushed her off and looked behind him, Pete was there.

*End of Flashback.*

He never meant for it to happen. He wished he never went to see what was wrong. He wished he could take back the last two hours. But he couldn’t. His thoughts were distracted by a light tap on his door.

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Patrick jumped at the sound of the newlywed best friend shouting behind him. He looked beside him and saw Lisa standing there, that evil smirk still present on her lips. “What can we do for you Pete?” She hissed, still grasping Patrick’s jacket. “Go screw something else Lisa. I need to talk to Patrick.” Patrick was still dazed about he got into the closet with his cheating ex-girlfriend. He pushed her away and walked out of the closet. Patrick was silent, he didn’t know what to say. “Why the hell were you doing that?” Pete eventually asked, curling his fingers to form fists. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.” Pete chewed his lip and punched the wall, making Patrick jumps slightly. “You better think of something better than that, if she comes back.” Patrick shot Pete a confused look, making Pete angrier. “Grace. She found you and ran. You better find her and explain before I fucking punch your lights out.” Patrick started breathing heavier and put his hand to his forehead. “She saw? I’m such an asshole.” Lisa stepped out of the closet and smirked at Pete. “Whose she? A secret girlfriend?” Pete glared at Lisa and ushered to Patrick that he needed to leave. Patrick was so worried, if Grace was upset, she’d cut. If there were no razors, she’d find something. Something sharp.

“Get away from here Lisa before I call security.” He muttered coldly. Lisa was still smiling as she walked towards the solid oak door. “Whose Patrick’s girlfriend? I saw her on the dance floor. She looks young.” Pete opened the door and softly pushed her out. “Patrick isn’t yours anymore. His girlfriend loves him and you could have wrecked everything for them. With the baby and everything...” He quickly covered his mouth, realising what he had just said. “Baby? His play thing is pregnant? Oh god, this is just too good.” Pete ran outside and gripped Lisa’s wrist. “Don’t you dare say a word. This is touchy stuff. You have no clue what that girl has gone through. Let alone what she will have to go through.” Lisa fought her way out of his grip. “Whatever Peter. I’m leaving. Tell Patrick I said thanks for the memories.”  With that and a cackle, she left. Lisa sat in her car and grabbed her cell phone. “Hey Mark. Yeah, I just got you the juiciest story ever. The girlfriend of Patrick, she’s pregnant. Her name? I asked some woman and she said her name was Grace Stocker. She’s from England so we can look up her age on her visa or something. You owe me big time for this.” She hung up the phone and looked back one last time at the party she just crashed.

Patrick couldn’t find Grace anywhere. She wouldn’t answer her phone and no one had seen her. He saw Pete come back into the room and slouch onto the chairs in the reception. “Pete, I can’t find her. Help me look.” Pete looked up at him and sighed. “Let her cool off. She’s probably gone for a walk or something.” Patrick sat down next to Pete and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “I’m a fucking idiot.” He muttered aloud. “Yup.” Pete murmured in response. Jess came out of the hall and stared at Pete and Patrick. “Does he know?” Jess asked, thinking that was the reason they were upset. “Do I know what?” Patrick said sitting up. “Nothing. Where’s Grace?”  Pete stood up and gathered Jess up in a hug. At least then, when he told her what Patrick had done, he could keep her from hitting him. “We don’t know. She found Patrick and Lisa in the closet...” Jess looked into Pete’s eyes then back to Patrick. “What the hell was she doing here? What the fuck were doing with her?” Jess practically screamed. “She kissed me. I don’t know. I’m so confused right now.” Pete gripped Jess tighter as she tried to lash out. “You asshole. We have to find her. Patrick, go to your room and wait there.” Jess said, trying to calm down. There was a very slim-chance Grace would go to her room and she wanted Patrick out of her sight before she hit him.

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I'm thinking of a triple post but I may dominate the world if that happened. =P

I'm too hyped up on Red Bull to sleep.

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They all sat down to a meal and everyone was preparing for the speeches. Pete’s one about Jess was just so moving that even she was welling up. Jess’s one about was seriously funny and shared some of their embarrassing stories together. Jess’s best friend from childhood, Kelly, gave a speech as maid of honour making Jess jump up and wrap her up in a hug. Grace clapped as Patrick stood up to deliver his speech as best man. It included so moving moments and funny moments which included band stories from the van days. Some of the stuff Patrick said even Jess couldn’t believe. When Patrick finished, the dancing started and, of course, the bride and the groom danced first. Jess and Pete were swaying slowly to the music; Jess was leaning her head on Pete’s chest and shut her eyes. Pete pecked her head and continued swaying. Jess sighed. “What’s the matter babe?” Pete whispered in her ear. Jess opened her eyes and looked up into Pete’s deep brown eyes. “Nothing. I couldn’t be happier than what I am right now.” Pete smiled and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Jess smirked and pushed him away slightly. “Save it for the bedroom, later.” Pete chuckled and put Jess’s head back on his chest. Jess’s eyes glazed over her friends and when her gaze was directed over to Grace who was standing next to Patrick, fiddling with her bracelet. “Pete. I need to tell you something.” Jess whispered. Pete nodded and leant his head on hers. “It’s nothing to do with me but Grace is most likely pregnant and she won’t talk to Patrick. Can you talk to her?” Pete inhaled deeply and lifted Jess’s head up with his index finger. “Sure. They’re my friends. And if that’s what you’ve been worrying about, then I’ll take care of it Mrs. Wentz.” Jess smirked at the sound of her new name. “Thank you Mr. Wentz.” She said in response tapping his nose. She reached up and planted a forceful kiss on his lips.

Patrick was standing next to Grace, watching Pete and Jess dance. They looked so happy. Patrick stood in front of Grace and offered him her hand. “Want to dance?” Grace sniggered and took his hand. They started swaying back and forth to the music. Patrick wrapped his hands around her waist and Grace leant her hands and head on his chest. Grace sighed and shut her eyes. She felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She groaned and opened her eyes. Pete was standing behind her. “Can I have a word?” Grace nodded and followed Pete outside. “What’s wrong Pete?” Pete took a deep breath and dragged his fingers through his hair. “Look, Jess told me. I know about...” He said as softly as he could, pointing in the direction of her stomach. Grace bit her bottom lip and leant against the wall. “What the hell am I meant to do Pete?” Pete walked up to her and wrapped her up in a tight hug. Small tears escaped her outlined eyes, making Pete’s chest slightly damp. “Tell Trick. I’ll come with you, if that makes you feel better.” Grace nodded and followed Pete back indoors, they looked all over the place but couldn’t find Patrick. “Where the hell is he?” Grace muttered opening countless closet doors. The last one at the end of the hall was already slightly open. Grace pushed the door open wider very slightly so she could see inside and stood in silence at the sight. “Have you found him?” Pete said, reaching the teenager. Tears were welling up in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Pete asked putting his hand on her shoulder. Grace shoved his hand off and ran away. Pete looked into the concealed closet. “Patrick, what the fuck!?”

Sorry for the shortness but this cliffhanger was needed.

WHAT HAS PATRICK DONE!?

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Jess chewed her lips and looked down at the test. It was positive.

“Pete Come on! You’re taking longer than Jess to get ready!” Ryan shouted, knocking on the solid oak door. “Two minutes.” Pete shouted back. Pete was so nervous, but he knew he shouldn’t be. He loved Jess, more than anything. He remembered the first time they went out.

*Flashback*

“I’ve had a really nice time tonight Pete.” Jess whispered as they reached her apartment. Pete let go of her hand and let her unlock her door. “Good. I’ll call you.” Jess nodded and watched Pete walk away. She ran out of her apartment and stopped Pete at the steps. “Hey Pete?” Pete nodded. Jess wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Pete wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. “You could always stay the night.” Jess said with a smirk. Pete smirked back. “Who am I to deny that offer?” Jess giggled and led him into her apartment. Let’s just say, their clothes were found all over the apartment.

*End of Flashback*

Pete smiled at the memory and dragged his fingers through his hair. “Pete, it’s Patrick. You ready?” He heard Patrick shout through the door. “Uhh Yeah! Two seconds and I’ll be out!” Pete yelled in response. “You ready Hemingway?” He asked looking down on his bull dog who barked in response. He was the ring bearer, it sounded so stupid but Jess thought it was a cute idea. He grabbed Hemingway’s leash and walked out of the room. “I’ll take Hemingway.” Ryan said, walking Hemingway toward the church. Patrick was still standing there. “Let’s get you married hey?” He whispered, tapping his shoulder. Pete nodded as they walked towards the church. Everyone was inside waiting, he walked to his spot and stood there with Patrick by his side. Ryan was sat with Hemingway in the front row along with Joe, Andy and the rest of Panic. Cobra was there too, along with The Academy Is.... Everyone was sat down chatting quietly. “You alright Pete?” Patrick asked. Pete nodded and was startled when music piped up. The doors opened behind him and the bridesmaids all walked in the black dresses, personally picked by Jess. Then in came Jess, she looked stunning in her wedding dress. It was a white strapless number and was a corset on op then flowed out into a flattering skirt. Pete’s mouth was wide open, she looked so beautiful. Jess was smiling under her veil, she was walking down the aisle, she was about to marry Pete Wentz. But her mind kept floating to Patrick and Grace. Grace sat in the front row, next to Clara. She was really worried for her, she couldn’t handle a child at her age could she? She reached the alter and looked into Pete’s deep brown eyes. The ceremony went by with only a few words said between Pete and Jess. “I do.” Pete whispered looking into Jess’s eyes. Jess was starting to well up and Pete just wanted to hug her but he squeezed her hands tighter as the priest said “You may kiss the bride.” Pete smiled, lifted her veil and planted a soft kiss on her lips. They hear Joe cheer from the pews, making a complete ass of himself as no one else did. Pete chuckled as they walked down the aisle, linking his arm with Jess. They ran outside the church and clambered into a small vintage car. The driver was about to drive off when Jess shouted. “Wait! Wait! I have to throw the bouquet!” She stood up in the car, which was thankfully a convertible. Pete gripped her waist and watched her shut her eyes and throw the flowers behind her into the crowd. Jess turned around and looked at the crowd and saw Grace had caught the roses. Jess glared at Grace, making Grace uncomfortable. She knew what Jess was telling her. Pete and Jess started waving and drove to the party and everyone stated getting into their cars, following them. “You ready to go?”  Patrick asked put his arm around her waist. Grace nodded and smelt the flowers. “I hope you’re not excepting a marriage proposal?” Patrick whispered in her ear. Grace chuckled and leant her head on his shoulder. “Don’t panic. I’m not. As much as I love you, I’m not thinking of getting married for a while yet.” Patrick pecked her temple and opened the car door for her. “You are such a gentleman.” She said with a smirk.  “That’s me.” He said in response, shutting her door. He clambered in started driving towards the venue. Grace fiddled with the flowers; she had no clue how the hell she was going to tell Patrick. “You Okay?” Patrick asked turning into the parking lot. Grace snapped out of her thoughts. “Uhh, yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Patrick raised his eyebrows and undid his seatbelt. “You look a little distracted is all.” Grace got out of the car and felt the cool breeze over her skin. She looked down at her stomach, thinking about how Patrick might react. “Coming in?” Patrick said like an over-excited child. Grace nodded and let herself be dragged into the hotel where the reception was taking place.

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Three months passed and Grace still hadn’t talked to her parents. There was one phone call, asking them to pack up her things and Patrick will have it shipped over. Grace missed them but felt that Patrick was her new family. Today was Jess’s wedding day and Grace was zipping Jess up. “How you feeling about today?” Grace asked, reaching Jess’s shoulders. “Nervous but I’m excited. I can’t believe I’m actually marrying Pete.” Grace smiled and checked herself in the mirror. “Believe it. You’re marrying Pete Wentz. Pete mother fucking Wentz.” Grace suddenly felt really faint. “Grace, are you okay?” Grace nodded and put her hand on her stomach. She quickly covered her mouth and ran straight into the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. “Grace, are you okay in there?” Jess asked knocking on the door. “I’m fine. Just a stomach bug or something.” Grace splashed some cold water on her face and walked out of the room, facing Jess who had her arms crossed and her heeled foot was tapping. “What?” Grace asked fixing her make-up. “You know what? How long have you been throwing up?” Grace sighed and leant against the dressing table. “About a week, not long. It’ll pass.” Jess still wasn’t impressed. “I’m going to ask this once. Have you and Patrick used protection?” Grace put her head in her hand. “Well, have you?” Grace couldn’t look at Jess, but managed to shake her head. “Are you two so fucking stupid?! Come on! You could be pregnant!” Grace shut her eyes. “No, I can’t be. You don’t understand Jess...” Jess was fuming. “What don’t I understand!?”

“I can’t have kids! Alright. I can’t have kids.” Jess stared at her. Grace was already starting to tear up. “Grace. I’m so sorry. Why can’t you have children?” Grace looked up at the ceiling then back at Jess. “When I was thirteen, I had a real bad stomach cramp. It wouldn’t go away and it pestered me for about a week so my mum took me to the doctor and they said it was something to do with my reproductive system. Basically, I’m not meant to be able to have children. So I thought that protection wasn’t really necessary.” Jess side hugged Grace and leant against the desk. “Does Patrick know you can’t have kids?” Grace shook her head. “No, but he wants them. I can tell.” Jess sighed. “Right, we need to get you a test and then we‘ll talk to Patrick. Okay?” Grace nodded and smiled at Jess. “Thanks. But this is your day. You’re getting married.” Jess smiled and grabbed her phone. “I know. But I need to make sure you’re okay otherwise I’ll walk down that aisle wondering.” She texted Joe. ‘Hey Joe, this is a stupid question but could run down to the pharmacy for me and grab a pregnancy test. Trust me, it’s not for me. Jess.’

Joe opened his phone and read the message. “What is it?” Brendon asked. “What the hell? I’ll be right back.” Brendon looked at Joe. “Is it Jess? What’s going on?” Joe showed Brendon the message and put a finger to his lips. “Do not say a word.” Brendon nodded and watched Joe leave from the outside of the church and run to the pharmacy across the street. He grabbed the first test he saw and hid his face as he forked out $3 for it. He ran back to the church and went to the back where he knew Jess was getting ready. He knocked on the large oak door and saw Jess open it. “Joe. Thank god. You are a saviour.” She took the test from him and shut the door. “Right okay. Grace follow the instructions. I’ll be outside waiting.” Jess threw the test at her and Grace caught it. She walked into the bathroom and followed the instructions carefully. “Okay. Three minutes.” She murmured to herself. She took a deep breath and put the test by the sink. It was the longest three minutes of her life. Grace looked at the test and her breath got extremely shaky. She shut her eyes and with her spare hand, she unlocked the bathroom door. “Well? Are you...” Grace inhaled deeply and handed her the test.

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Grace pulled the duvet over her and put the phone to her ear. “Umm, hi dad.  You okay?”

“No I’m fucking not! What the hell are you doing?!” He sounded furious. “I’m with Patrick. He was just joking dad.” She slapped Patrick’s arm as hard as she could. “He didn’t sound like it. What were you doing?” Grace bit her bottom lip and looked at Patrick. She mouthed ‘Help’ to him. He shrugged and tried to think. ‘Tell him the truth.’ He mouthed back. “One sec dad.” She covered the phone with her hand. “Have you gone clinically insane? He’ll kill me and slaughter you.” She hissed at him. “You are living with me. Tell him everything.” Grace sighed and nodded. It probably was for the best. “”Dad, I’m not going to lie to you. I was...” How the hell could you tell your over-protective father that you were having sex? “Were you two...” He gulped. “Having intercourse?” Grace shut her eyes and whispered “Umm, yeah.” There was silence on the phone. “Dad? You there?” She heard a crash and lots of shouting. “Grace? Are you there?” Her mother asked. “Yeah, mum, I’m here. Where’s dad?” Her mother sighed. “He’s gone for a drive, to calm down. What the hell are you thinking? Having sex at your age, with a man a hell of a lot older than you!?” Grace shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “I love him. He didn’t force me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She wished she hadn’t told them the truth now. Patrick, by this point and put his boxers back on and was sitting on the other side of the bed., his head in his hands. “Okay, but why did you tell your father? You know how over-protective he is of you?” Grace shook her head, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I thought it’d be best to tell him everything and let him get over it. But, I didn’t tell him everything.” She heard her mother gulp. “Oh god.” Grace shut her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “Patrick asked me to move in with him. And before you say anything, I’ve already said yes.” Grace looked behind her at Patrick and held out her hand. Patrick took it and squeezed it for support. “I can’t believe this. Your brother’s just moved out and now you. I’m not letting you stay there; you’re too young for this kind of relationship.” Grace sighed in frustration. “I’m not too young. He loves me. And I love him. Let me do what I want, please.” Patrick crawled across the bed and put his arms around her shoulders. “Grace, you think you love him...”

“No. I don’t think I love him. I know I love him. And if you won’t support me, then don’t bother calling me.” She hung up and threw the cell across the room, making it break. The tears that formed in her eyes were slowly flowing down her cheek. She wanted to sob, but she never did. She never could, even on her own; she hated it worse if she cried in front of people. She just took another slash at her arm. “Babe, it’s alright. Cry if you want.” Patrick whispered in her ear. She moved her body around to face him and let loose tears fall. He laid her down and kept her in his arms. “If you want to, cry. You need to.” She gripped to Patrick like a life-jacket and sobbed. He crawled under the duvet and held her closer, stroking her hair.

Patrick woke up and the early morning sunrise flooded into the room. Grace was still in arms, clutching onto him. He pecked her forehead and slowly got out of bed. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a strong cup of coffee. By god, he needed it. He sipped it slowly when his girlfriend’s form slipped out of the bedroom door. “Hey.” He said softly as she sat down on of the stools on the island counter. “Hi.” She whispered in a raspy voice. “How you feeling?” She wiped her red, bloodshot eyes and stretched. “Could be worse.” Patrick chuckled and sat next to her. “I’m sorry about last night.” She whispered, playing with her thumbs. He quickly put his arms around her and pecked her temple. “Don’t be. You needed it. I’m the one that should be sorry. I fucked up big time.” Grace looked up at him. “No duh. My parents hate us. Next time, let me answer my cell.” She couldn’t believe she was smiling, after everything with her parents. She was still smiling, but just the thought of Patrick made her want to smile. “I love you Patrick. You know that right?” Patrick nodded and hugged her again.

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After everyone congratulated Jess and Pete, they went their separate ways. Clara and Joe walked back to their place like Melissa and Andy. Jess wouldn’t leave Pete’s mouth alone and seemed to attach herself to them whenever he looked at her. I think everyone left so they didn’t have to see Pete and Jess make out. When Jess finally detached herself from Pete she looked behind him to Patrick. “We’re gonna go home. Hemingway will be worried and I need to get this man into bed.” She said still holding the edges of his jacket. Pete chuckled and let himself be pulled into a taxi and be smothered in kisses. Grace was still smiling as Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist behind her. “This defiantly has been my best birthday ever. I was there to witness the proposal of Pete Wentz. My friends are gonna be so jealous.” Patrick snorted and lifted her hair from the back of her neck and planted a small kiss where the necklace joint was. “And I still can’t believe I’m moving in with you. What the hell are my parents gonna say?” Grace sighed putting her hand on her forehead. “Can you forget about your parents for one night?” Patrick sighed and held onto her tightly. “I would but you don’t know my parents. They’re going to flip. And not in a good way either.” He leant his head on her shoulder and pecked her collarbone. “Do you want to go for a walk in the park?” Grace smiled and nodded. Patrick held her hand walked her down the street until they found a small child’s park. “Let me guess, you came here as a kid.” Grace asked, sitting on one of the three swings. Patrick nodded and sat on the swing next to her. “My park sucked. I mean, really sucked. Drugs and needles fucking everywhere.” Patrick smirked and started swinging. “Are you challenging me Stumph?” Patrick nodded as they started swinging higher. “I’m gonna jump!” Grace screamed as she let go of the swing chains and landing on the grass. Patrick followed and landed next to her. “Jesus, I’m too old for these kind of things.” He stated taking deep breaths. “No, you’re not. You’re 24. That’s young.” Grace replied, lying on her side. “Thanks.” He whispered shutting his eyes and putting his hands behind his head. Grace edged closer and leant one hand over his heart and her head fitted by his chest. She exhaled deeply and shut her eyes. “We’d better you home before you fall asleep on the dirt.” She heard Patrick mutter before she felt him stand up. He offered her his hand and she took it and they walked back to the restaurant where Patrick’s car was parked.

They reached Patrick’s door and he was about to unlock the door when Grace stopped him. She reached behind her neck and unclipped her necklace. “Allow me.” Patrick chuckled and let her open the door. Sure enough, the door opened and Grace gripped Patrick’s sweater vest, pulling him inside. She threw the necklace on the table beside the door and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He raised his eye-brows and kicked the door closed. His arms slithered around her waist and he pushed her towards anything they could land on, which happened to be the floor. They landed with a soft thud and Patrick started kissing at her collarbone. Grace pulled off his vest and undid his tie, throwing them across the room. Patrick kissed her lips again, his hands following her legs reaching the suspender clips. “What are you trying to do to me?” He whispered in her ear. She laughed and let him unclips her stockings, rolling them down her legs, kissing them as he went. He pulled off her converses and pulled her down so he was kissing her lips again. He took off her glasses and put them wherever he could and threw her, well his, hat away. “Hey.” He whispered, moving her fringe out of her face. “Hi there.” She replied. “Pete and Jess are going have such a great life together. I can sense it.” Patrick laughed. “Pete and Jess are probably humping each other’s brains out right out now.” Grace nodded in agreement and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. “I love you Patrick.” Patrick smiled and kissed her again as she undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Grace arched up against him as he pulled his shirt away. When Patrick stopped kissing her she stood up and pulled Patrick with her. “Can you give me a hand unzipping this thing?” Patrick smirked and stood up. He slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall between them. Patrick kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. Grace bit her bottom lip, smiled and turned herself around so she was looking at him. She grasped the top of his jeans and pulled him into the bedroom, un-doing his belt and unzipping his jeans quickly. Grace knelt in front him, pulling his trousers down. She held onto his hips and pulled herself up. Patrick planted a forceful kiss on her lips as they landed on the bed. He was straddling her, his hands holding him up beside her head. She pulled away his boxer shorts and moved her hands back up his chest. Patrick smiled into the kiss and quickly pulled away her underwear. She smirked and held onto his shoulders as he pushed into her. Where is your boy tonight? I hope he’s a gentleman, maybe he won’t find out what I know; you were the last good thing about this part of town. “Patrick, my phone.” He smirked and continued, reaching over for her phone. “Hello, this is Patrick. I’m afraid Grace is very busy at the moment and can’t talk. If you could call back when she’s not underneath me, it’ll be very much appreciated.” Grace sniggered; it was obviously Pete or someone like that. “Uhh, Grace?” He stopped and pulled away from her. “What? Why did you stop?” Patrick handed her the phone. “It’s your dad.”

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After hours of preparation, the girls were ready. Jess in her normal corset black number, Clara in a more colourful blue mini dress, Melissa was in a long black dress that slinked over body effortlessly while Grace had never felt so strange. She was wearing a mini red dress which went out into puffy skirt, black suspenders with converses. She couldn’t let them go; she had to keep something which made her feel partly normal. Jess had trimmed her hair into a more choppy style and put in black highlights on the under layers of her hair. Her glasses still rimmed her eyes and she kept Patrick’s hat on, so she still looked like herself. Her hands were sweating on the way to this restaurant, she didn’t know how to feel but she was pretty certain that she was going to throw up very soon. “You alright Grace?” Jess asked looking at her from the mirror. She nodded slightly and pulled on the sleeves of her hoodie. “You look awfully pale. You sure you’re okay?” Grace sighed. “I’m fine Jess! Stop worrying.” Jess sighed and continued talking to Clara and Melissa. They pulled up at this real quiet restaurant in downtown Chicago and got out. Grace could see Patrick sitting down in a booth with Pete, Andy and Joe. They were already munching breadsticks and drinking what looked like wine. “You okay sweetheart?” Jess asked taking her hand. Grace nodded as they walked into the restaurant.

“...That’s what she said!” Patrick shouted at Pete. Pete stuck his tongue out him and waved his hand out towards the window. “The ladies are here!” Pete exclaimed causing the whole restaurant to look at him. “Jesus Pete. What am I going to do with you?” Jess said from above them. “Shift Patrick so I can sit next to him and keep him under control.” Patrick nodded and let Jess sit next to him then he got back down and looked around. “Where’s Grace?” Patrick asked Jess. Jess pointed towards the bathroom door and Patrick looked towards it as the young girl emerged. She looked different, so much more grown up. She started walking over, biting her bottom lip. She smiled at Patrick and sat down next to him. “So Patrick, what do you think of Grace’s new look?” Grace was fiddling with the edge of her hoodie, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “I think she looks great. She looked great before though.” He whispered lifting her chin with his index finger. “No need to thank me. But you can thank me later. You haven’t seen the main act yet.” Patrick glanced at Jess then back to Grace. “What is she talking about?” Grace shrugged and drank down her glass of water.

The waiter came and went. They ordered lots of random food, vegan and vegetarian food as well for Grace and Andy. Grace had finally relaxed and started eating without being pushed into it by Patrick. The food came to the table and everyone ate anything they could get their hands on, Pete was the messiest of all. Closely followed by Joe. Jokes were cracked and chatter was made. “This has been my best birthday ever. Thanks you guys.” Grace said raising her glass. “Who says it’s over yet?” Pete said leaning over Jess and Patrick. “What could make this day any better?” Pete coughed and Patrick looked at her with his emerald eyes shining. “Oh god. What’s going on?” Grace asked looking at Jess for support but she just raised her glass and observed. Patrick took a box out of his jacket pocket. And placed it between them on the table. Grace drew a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a ring box. “Open it then.” Patrick whispered shaking his head towards it. Grace inhaled deeply and picked the box up. She traced her fingertips over the lid and slowly opened it. “Could you hurry it already?” Pete yelled from behind Patrick. “That’s what she said!” Patrick replied. Grace laughed and opened the box fully exposing a thin sliver chain with a key on it. She gasped. “Oh god Patrick. It’s beautiful.” She wrapped her spare arm around his neck and pecked his cheek. “That’s not it.” Grace gave him a confused glance and watched him point towards a small note tucked under the key that hung on the chain. Her hands shook as she opened the note and read every word slowly. Tears were springing in her eyes and a smile crept over her pale lips. She eventually squealed and wrapped herself around Patrick, kissing him deeply. “Save it for the bedroom, if you please.” Clara jeered. Grace stopped, much to Patrick’s dismay and nodded. “I’d love to.” Patrick smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist. The note had landed on the floor open, it read ‘And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me. The same way I think of you. This is a love song in my own way. Happily ever after below the waist.  Take this key and unlock my door everyday as if it’s own.’

Grace couldn’t feel any happier. She was moving in with Patrick and she’d be with everyone she loved. Grace handed Patrick the necklace and let him clip it up for her as she turned her back to him. “I love you. You know that?” She whispered leaning into his collarbone. Patrick nodded and looked over at Pete. “Well, in this time of romance.” Pete got off his seat and bent down on the floor. On one knee. “Stand up Wentz.” Jess muttered taking a sip of wine. He pulled a small ring box from his pocket and placed in his palm. “Jess, we’ve been through a lot together. I love you and I can’t stand being without you. Will you marry me?” Jess choked on her wine and looked at Pete. “What drugs have you been given?” Pete laughed and opened the box, getting back into his seat. “I haven’t. I’m being deadly serious.” Jess’s breathing got quicker as she placed her hand on his forehead. “You haven’t got a temperature. Oh God, you are being serious.” Pete nodded and got the ring out of the box. “Well?” Jess smiled as he slid it on her finger. The perfect fit. “What do you think dickhead?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and Clara was sure, tears were forming in her eyes. “Aww. Mr and Mrs Wentz.” Melissa cheered raising her glass. Everyone followed and kept the perfect memory of happiness and romance.

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Pete had checked that Jess had started the plan in motion. He motioned behind him to Patrick, Joe and Andy. “They’ve gone.” They walked back towards the food court and sat down at a table. “Me and Patrick will go get the stuff if you guys keep look out, okay?” Joe and Andy nodded as Pete took Patrick’s hand and walked towards the jewellery store opposite the food court. They entered the store and started looking around the glass cabinets. “Can I help you sir?” A young woman asked Patrick. “Uhh, yeah. I’m looking for a thin sliver chain thing to hang this on?” He handed her his spare house key. The woman smiled and took out exactly what he had asked for. “That’s great. Thanks.” The woman smiled and took it to the cash register. “Pete, have you found one yet?” Pete nodded and pointed to the item in the glass cabinet. “That looks great Pete. She’s going to love it.” Pete smiled and got the woman to get it out for him. It looked even more perfect out of the cabinet. “I’ll take it. Thanks.” They paid for both items and walked back towards the food court where Joe and Andy were still sitting, playing rock, paper, scissors. “Mission accomplished?” Joe asked and Pete nodded his head.

Clara and Melissa dived into Hot Topic and looked at the various items of clothing leaving Jess and Grace to wander around the shop. “I’ve always wanted to come in here.” Grace whispered picking up t-shirts. “I love it in here. I met Pete in this store three years ago.” Grace smiled. “So you guys met in here and started dating?” Jess nodded and picked up a pack of hair dye. “You know, this hair colour would really suit you.” Grace took the box, it was a light purple. “I’ve always wanted to have purple hair.” Jess took the box and read the instructions “I’ve dyed my hair so many times, I’m sure I can do yours.” Grace nodded in excitement. “Thanks.” They continued looking around the shop, picking up random band t-shirts and skirts. Grace was never a serious shopper, she personally didn’t like it, but she really enjoyed it with Jess, Clara and Melissa. “Hey Grace?” Melissa asked from the other side of the store. “Hmmm?” Grace replied walking over to her. “What are those two women called in England who make people over?” Grace thought for a moment. “Trinny and Susana?” Melissa nodded. “How about we give you a makeover? As it’s your birthday?” Grace was nervous but nodded. Jess clapped her hands and grabbed a dress that she had looked at ages ago. “This is perfect, don’t cha think?” Melissa and Clara nodded and shoved Grace into the changing room with it. Grace came out of the changing room and let Jess zip her up. She looked at their reactions. “Do I look that bad?” Grace asked worriedly, staring at herself in the mirror. “No. You look so beautiful. Patrick’s not gonna know what hit him.” Grace snorted and twirled around, she did actually feel attractive. “You really think so?” All three girls nodded and made her get the dress. Next stop was Clandestine (Well, when you know the guy who created Clandestine. You get a pretty hefty discount.), Jess knew the stock better than anyone. She’d even seen the future stuff. “Pete showed me this hoodie a couple of weeks ago. I think it’s really cute.” Jess said picking up a grey hoodie with the batheart design, but it was like a bug with eyes on either side of the hood. “I love it!” Clara yelled racing up to it. Melissa looked at the girl’s t-shirts while Grace looked at the guys. “Why are you looking at the guys shirts?” Jess asked, walking up behind her. “Oh, you’re gonna think I’m crazy. But I prefer to wear guy shirts.” Jess giggled and pulled out a black t-shirt and placed it against her skinny frame. “So do I.” They laughed and bought so many hoodies and shirts, no one had any room left on their arms. Jess wanted to get some new underwear so they went into Victoria’s secret. Grace felt so uncomfortable among the barely there garments. “I’m gonna wait outside.” She muttered backing out of the store but Melisa grabbed her hand. “No way birthday girl. We need to find something to go under that dress.” She said, waving her finger in Grace’s face and pulling her back into the store. Grace still felt uneasy but looked at the more ‘there’ garments. The girls made her buy suspenders, new pants and a padded bra. “Patrick’s not gonna believe it when he sees you.” Jess said walking out of the shop. Grace chuckled nervously and followed the girls outside the mall. The girl’s started walking back to Jess’s car which they all came in. They noticed that one was missing. “Grace, you coming?” Grace shook her head and leant against the wall. “I better wait for Patrick.” Jess smiled and grabbed her arm, making Grace wince as she grabbed one of her old scars. Thankfully, Jess didn’t notice. “I texted Pete. We’re meeting them tonight at this small restaurant downtown.” Grace’s mouth formed and ‘o’ shape as she stepped into the car. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and texted Patrick. ‘Help me!!!!’

Patrick felt his phone buzz as he got home. Pete quickly followed him as did Joe and Andy. One new message ‘Grace <3’ He opened the message and chuckled. He hit the reply button as he put his keys down on the kitchen counter. ‘You’ll be fine. See you later. Love you x’ “God, can’t you two be separate for a few hours!” Joe complained grabbing beer out of the fridge. Patrick flipped him off and put his phone back in his jean pocket. He sighed and went into the lounge, grabbing the seat next to Andy. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” He muttered re-adjusting his hat. “It’s your night, not ours.” Andy stated relaxing. “No. I can’t believe I left my innocent girlfriend with you guy’s three wild and crazy girlfriends.” Pete shrugged and settled in the chair. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Patrick shook his head and felt his phone buzz again. One new message ‘Grace <3’ He opened the message. ‘I’m going to get you for this Stumph. You wait and see x’

What could happen next? Dun Dun Dunnnn!

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Grace was asleep. Patrick couldn’t help but stare, she’d been sleeping in his bed for two weeks now. Today was her sixteenth birthday. Grace had an argument with her parents a few days ago about her coming home for her sixteenth birthday. She refused and insisted she was staying with Patrick. So, he wasn’t in her parent’s good books so he didn’t push asking them if he could ask Grace to come live with him. He was going to ask her anyway, he was so determined to. “Could you stop staring at me when I’m asleep? It’s not the prettiest sight.” Grace muttered, interrupting his thoughts. He sniggered and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I think it is.” He pecked her lips lightly and whispered “Happy Birthday, by the way.” She smiled and opened her eyes slightly. “Thanks.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and held on to his hand. “Jess called earlier. She thought it’d be cool if you guys went shopping today.” Grace shut her eyes again and pulled her fingers through her hair. “Sounds cool. But A, I would rather spend the day with you and B, I have no cash.” Patrick sniggered. “Tell you what, if you go shopping with the FOB girls, I’ll go with the guys. Then we’re in the same place but not together. Then, we’ll go out tonight or something.” Grace opened her eyes again and smirked at Patrick “That’s perfect. Do you know if my parents have called yet?” Patrick shook his head. “They haven’t yet.” Grace sighed and rolled into Patrick. “They hate every fucking decision I make. They don’t trust me at all with my own life.” He smiled and pecked the back of her neck. “You are only just sixteen. Give them some time to get used to you growing up. You’re still their little girl after all.” Grace bit her bottom lip and sighed. “I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m sixteen. I’m in a committed relationship. My parents are just so old fashioned.” The man chuckled and squeezed the sixteen year old tighter. “They just want what’s best for you.” The girl sighed, releasing that he was right. “What time is it?” She asked rolling away and sitting up, crossed-legged. “Around 10.” Grace licked her lips and looked down at Patrick. “You know you said I’m a little girl?” Patrick raised his eye-brows and moved his body so he was lying on his side. “Yes. Why?” Grace pushed him down onto his back and straddled his waist. “Do you want to see what a big girl I am?” Patrick chuckled as she leant down and forcefully kissed his mouth. He replied with more hunger and wrapped his arms around her neck. Her vest was quickly removed and his t-shirt was also removed breaking the kiss for a moment. Grace sloppily planted kisses along his neck down his chest while Patrick’s breath was getting heavier and shallower. Patrick hated not being in control and when Grace reached his lips again, he flipped them so he was on top. He quickly pinned her wrists down and started sucking at her neck and collarbone. Ring, ring, ring. “For fucks sake.” Patrick muttered getting off his girlfriend and reaching over to the cell phone on the bedside table. Grace chuckled and sat up as Patrick answered his cell phone. “Hey Pete...Yes, I’m fine...She’s right here...What now?” He glanced at his watch. “See you in an hour then.” Grace wrapped her arms around his back and pecked the back of his shoulder. “What does Peter want?” Patrick rested his hands on hers and leant his head back. “We’re meeting him at the mall in an hour. Or, so I’m told.” Grace sighed and looked into his eyes. “We better get changed then. Unless you want to go to the mall topless.” He smirked and stuck his tongue out at her. “I could if you wanted me too.” She laughed and ruffled his hair. “I don’t mind, it’s the little kids I’m worried about.” He forced a sarcastic laugh. “Funny.” She nodded and pouted. “I thought so.”

The couple had gotten dressed and were driving in Patrick’s car, a Honda Civic Hybrid, which was Grace’s favourite car. The stereo was playing softly in the background as they pulled up at the mall nearest Patrick’s house. Grace un-did her seatbelt as Patrick walked around and opened the door for her. “Oh, Thanks.” She said smiling and taking his hand. They walked hand in hand towards the entrance of the mall, leaving behind the Chicago sunshine for the air-conditioned thrill of an American mall. “Wow.” She said as they entered the mall. Patrick chuckled. “You sound so touristy.” She pulled Patrick’s fedora hat down her face, so her eyes couldn’t be seen and stuck her tongue out. “I am new to this.” He shook his head and sniggered. He stuck his spare hand into his jean pocket as they continued walking. “Where the hell is everyone?” She asked looking around the corridors. Patrick shrugged “Probably eating.” At that moment, Grace was jumped on by three people. They landed in a large pile on the cold tile floor. “Shit!” She screamed as her hand was torn away from Patrick’s. Patrick just laughed at the sight of Pete, Joe and Andy on top of her. Joe clambered off her, followed by Andy but Pete just stayed there, pinning her to the floor. “Get the fuck off me Wentz!” He did as he was told and stood up letting Grace stand on her feet again. “What did you do that for?” She pouted rubbing her elbows. “It’s my special way of saying happy birthday.” Grace forced a single laugh. “Ha. Your retarded way of saying happy birthday, and probably the most painful.” Pete laughed at her and wrapped her up in a bear hug. “Happy Birthday.” She snuggled into his hoodie. “Thanks.” She replied letting him go. The other two opened their arms out and she ran into both. Letting them go she looked towards Patrick and held onto his hand. “I never thought I would be spending by sixteenth birthday with Fall Out Boy. It’s like a fairytale.” Pete chuckled as they started walking towards the food court. “We didn’t think Patrick would ever find such a kick ass girlfriend to spend time with.” Grace raised her eye-brows. “That made no sense but thanks? I think.” All four men were wearing sunglasses, obviously to keep attention away from who they were. Grace’s glasses were right up against her eyes, so she could actually see. They entered the food court and Grace saw Jess, Melissa and Clara sitting at a table, sipping take-away Starbucks. “If it isn’t the birthday girl!?” Jess shouted as Grace sat down next to her. “Thanks.” She replied as they hugged. After a few minutes of small talk, Clara stood up and grabbed Melissa’s hand. “I’m bored of all this chat. I want to shop already.” Pete laughed and pulled Patrick away. “Come on. I need new eye-liner.” Patrick waved goodbye to Grace as he was dragged off by Pete, quickly followed by Joe and Andy. Jess pulled Grace up and linked arms with her. “Now then. Where shall we start?” Melissa turned to Clara and smirked. “Hot Topic!” They stated in unison. They started walking towards the store. Grace was still taking everything in; the American shops she had always wanted to visit were right at her fingertips.

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