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

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Anyways, part thirty-two.

After drinking endless cans of red bull and eating a whole tub of ice cream; Will and Grace were comfortable together again. “Look at that. Look at all that blood. Oh dude...” Will said. Grace laughed and looked at her watch. “Dahm, it’s nearly midnight. I better head off to bed.”

“Don’t be a spoil sport! We have The Omen left!”

“I get tired because of junior in here.”

 “It looks like you have two in there.”

“You really know how to flatter a girl.” She started laughing and Will caught the contagious laugh. Their faces were extremely close. Will stopped laughing and leaned his face in closer. Grace could feel his light breath on her cheeks. “I’m..erm...going to go now.” Grace whispered trying to lift herself up. Will quickly placed his lips on hers, very gently at first but he started licking her bottom lip. Grace pushed him away. “This never happened.” She had tears in her eyes as she jumped up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that...”

“It never happened Will. Okay?”

“We can’t just ignore this. We need to talk about it so it doesn’t happen again!” Grace sighed in frustration. Will took a few steps closer towards her, causing Grace to retreat. “Just leave me alone Will! I’m going to bed and don’t you dare follow me.” She ran into the room and shut the door behind her. Her back slid down the door and the tears were falling down her face, smearing her make-up. She dragged her hand through her hair and put her head on her knees, wrapping herself into a ball. “I’m so sorry Patrick.” She whispered to herself. She banged her head on the door before raising herself to her feet. She removed her make-up and yanked her clothes off her body, pulling on a pair of pyjama shorts and one of Patrick’s t-shirts. She smelt it and clambered into bed. She took off her glasses and placed them beside the picture on the bedside table. She took the picture in her hands and stroked the smooth glass. The picture always made her smile; it was her and Patrick at the beach kissing. Jess took the picture and it smeared when her tears fell on the glass. She wiped them away and put the picture back on the bedside table and settled her head on the pillow, settling into an uneasy sleep.

William tided up the room to fill the time; anything to get his mind off what he had done. He sat back down on the couch and dragged his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply. “What the fuck Will? What the fuck did you do?” He muttered quietly to himself. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly two am. He sighed and stood up; a noise from the door came to his mind suddenly. The lock turned and the door opened slightly. Will grabbed whatever he could, it was dark and he couldn’t see what he had grabbed. The light switched on and Will lifted his weapon to his head and a scared and concerned Patrick looked up at him. Will sighed in relief and lowered his hand. “Jesus Patrick. Don’t do that.”

“It’s nice to know my girlfriend is being protected. Even if it’s with a banana...” Will looked down at his hand. “It was dark; I didn’t know what the hell I was grabbing.” Patrick laughed and pulled his suitcase into the living room. “And I thought you were in New Zealand or somewhere like that?”

“We were, we came back a few hours ago. I’m here for about a week until we start the whole America and Asia thing.”

“Why didn’t you come straight back here?” Patrick unzipped his suitcase. “I quickly saw my mom and I had to get this.” He pulled a small box out of one of his socks and stood up. He passed Will the box and motioned him to open it. “Damn Patrick. That’s one nice ring.”

“It’s a promise ring.”

“Jess helped you pick it out?” Patrick smiled and nodded before taking the box back. “You think she’ll like it?”

“Patrick, if you gave me a ring like that, I’d promise myself to you.” Patrick beamed and put it in his pocket. “She sleeping?” Will nodded and let Patrick walk away. He put his head in his hands, he never felt guiltier in his life.

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Sorry! No postage for a while. I was meant to post earlier but I got to obssessed with the I Don't Care Video! I swear I've watched the video about hundred or so times! It's realy  addictive. I went to London yesterday, that was okay I suppose. We wwent on the London Eye. I couldn't move, I now have a new fear of heights. It said we were going to the Tate Modern (I've alway really wanted to go) but no, we sat outside it. What joy. We were dragged to the Globe Thearte (Shakespere) and I was sat in front of a wooden pole an behind we sat an annoying guy who  keeping poking my back. *sigh* On the way back, we got caught in traffic and it took us SEVEN HOURS to get home. I had a red bull. BIG MISTAKE. I couldn't stop laughing and eventually I got yelled at for bing too loud at ten-thirty at night.

Anyways. On with this hmmm?

A/N:  Cassie=Black. Pete=Red. Patrick=Blue. Ryan=Green. Haley= Pink.

Chapter 6

They had replaced me already. With a guy. He didn't look like a hunter. He was too graceful looking. He smiled up a me. His features were unaturally perfect. If I didn't have Patrick's arm around my waist, I may have fainted. "Hey. So you're the famous Cassandra Wentz!?" He said excitadly, walking up to me. He held his elegant hand out and I took it. His hands were soft and held mine tightly. He beamed and let go. "And you're...?" He said to Patrick. "Patrick Stump." Ryan nodded and shook his hand. Haley was standing near  the back, trying not to draw attention to herself. Ryan noticed. "Hello." Haley raised her eye-brows at his open hand. She took it gently and looked in my direction. I chose to ignore it. "I'm Ryan Ross. I'm new around here." Haley scoffed. "Problem?" He asked rudely. "Nothing Ross. Nothing at all." He glared at her and then smiled at me. "I didn't mean to take your place here. I hated fighting them alone and they offered..." I smiled. "I don't mind. I was planning on moving in with my brother anyhows." "What!?" Bob exclaimed behind Ryan. "You can't! Mikey will be so upset." I chewed my lips together and sighed. "I want to be with Pete. He is my brother after all." Bob nodded. "You don't mind if Ry has your room then?" I shook my head. "Just let me grab my stuff." At that moment, Gerard and Frank came into the room arguing over some random geeky thing. Frank looked up at me. "CASSIE!!!" He ran over to me and picked up. He spun me around before I felt Ryan's stern but beautiful hands grip my waist and pull me back down to earth. "Thanks Ryan." I huffed. "No problem Cass. Just helping out." We both smiled. Man, he was cute. "I'm going to go and ermm. Get my stuff now. Haly's!?" she looked up from the stone floor and followed me up the stairs.

There waas something right about him. I could sense it. He was thinking how cute Cassie was. Not to mention how many times he looked at her ass. Dick. I hoped Cassie would fall for Patrick. Patrick was hard to break through but when his layers break down; he's such a sensitive and sweet man. I hoped Cass wasn't thinking of hooking up with this Ryan. She didn't need anymore trouble. Cass opened the furtherest door down the end of a large hallway and introduced at it as her room. Basic. The bed was unmade and was probably the only piece of furtiture in the room. She pulled a large duffer bag from under her bed and stuffed her items of clothing in it. There wasn't a lot. She had pictures too. Her and Pete together as children, her parents. "I miss them a lot y'know? I can't let go of them." She was starting to well up. I puut my arm around her shoulder and comforted her as best I could. "Hey come on. They were yoour parents. They gave you life. You're allowed to miss them." She smiled and put the picture carefully on the top of her duffel bag before swinging it over her shoulder. We walked back down the stairs where more men were gathered than before we left. I was introduced to Ray and Mikey. They seemed nice enough but they were aware that I was different. they didn't say I was a vampire, but I was different in their minds. I should know, I could read them. Patrick took cassie's bag out to the car so  she could properly say goodbye to her friends and new found aqquentices. "Hey Cass?" Ryan yelled as we were walking out the door. He was gonnn ask her out on a date. "Do you wanna hang out some time? Get to know each other?" Please say no. "I'd like that. Thanks Ry." On that note we left. This wasn't gonna end well.

Ryan is so beautiful don't cha think? Did you see his smile? Ryan this. Ryan that. She's only just met the dude and yet she falls head over heels. Girls, what  are you going to with them. Haley was real quiet on the drive back. I was worried so she gave me a sort of reassuring nod in the reflection of my mirror. It didn't convince me much. We pulled up home and Cassie took her bag from the boot but I nicked it off her. "Come on. What gentleman wouldn't carry a girl's bags?" She giggled and followed me up the stairs. I put the bag on her bed and let her start digging through. I shut the door and came almost face to face with Haley. "Haley? What's up?" She bit her bottom lip, her left fang poking through. I gulped. "I don't trust this Ryan guy. I don't like him, he was a strange aura." I sighed. "Stop overeacting Haley. Ryan seems like an okay guy. Whatever makes her happy." She raised her eye-brows. "But you won't be happy Patrick. Let her know yeah?" She said, holing the edge of my denim jacket before flattening them down again. I nodded. She didn't believe me but left anyway.

How easy was this going to be?

After Haley left, the house was kinda quiet. I imagined that it would be quite loud with Cassie now moved in. After she ate with the rest of the guys, she said she wanted to go to bed. We let her. She looked sad. I hoped nothing was said to make her feel depressed in anyway. I made my drink and I was gulping it down when Andy approached me. "Pete, I think there's something wrong with Cass..." I wiped my my mouth and swallowed. "What?" He sighed. "I think she's crying in there. Do you wanna go see her?" I put the cup down and walked up the stairs. I knocked on cass's door and opened it slowly. No crying. She was sound asleep. I walked over to her bedside and knelt downin front of her face. I moved her bangs out of her eyes and kissed her forehead. It felt so nice to have her back.

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The days dragged on for Grace but she and William got closer as they realised how much they actually had in common. The days turned themselves into months and somehow Grace found that she only had two months left until Patrick came home. He’d call everyday when he wasn’t performing or doing interviews. At the moment they were in New Zealand and were coming back to the USA for the remainder of the tour.

“Hey Gracie! I’m back!” Will shouted as he entered the home bearing bags full of goodies. “Hey Bill, what the hell have you got there?” She took the carrier bag into the kitchen and emptied the carrier bag. “Wow, cookie dough ice cream, crisps, red bull and horror movies? Girl’s night in?” Bill clapped his hands. “Hello, I’m a guy!”

“Well tonight you can be an honouree girl. I’ll call Jess, see if she fancies a girl’s night.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled Jess’s number. “Heya. Me and Will are planning a night full of junk food and ice cream. Fancy coming?”

“I’d love to, but I’m a bit pre-occupied at the moment. See you later...” She hung up pretty quickly. “Looks like it’s just you and me Bilvy!” William clapped his hands together and dived to the phone. “Take-out pizza?” Grace nodded and put her hands on her ‘bump’. “What does baby want hmm?” William gave her a weird look. “What? It’s quite visible now so it’s defiantly in there.” He chuckled and ordered pizza before Grace put the ice cream in the freezer and the red bull in the fridge. “So, what movie do you want first?” “Dawn of the Dead. Obviously. Zombie movies are always the best.” William knelt down an put the DVD in the player. “No chick I know would watch this unless she was trying to flirt.” “Ha! I laugh in the face of horror movies. I hate cheesy chick flicks compared to scary zombie flicks.” They sat down on the couch and started eating the crisps Will had bought. Grace jumped into Will’s chest. “Holy shit! I forgot that bit. Look at all that blood!” Will’s stomach tied into knots, as she gripped his already tight shirt. He gulped and wrapped his arms around her. He looked down at her; he was scared about what could happen. He liked her, he knew that when he first saw her in her bed sleeping. She looked up at Bilvy and smiled and he replied awkwardly. “You okay Will? You seem a bit flushed.” The door went and Will jumped up. He paid for the pizza and put them on the table in front of the pair. He picked up a slice of the extra cheesy pizza and sat back down, further away from Grace. He didn’t want to be tempted to do anything rash; this was his best friend’s girlfriend who was carrying his best friend’s child. “Do I smell or something Will?” Grace asked, grabbing a slice. “No, I just prefer to sit here.” Grace pouted. “Fine, I’ll move.” Will sat back down next to Grace but as far as he could without causing suspicions. “Oh man! Look at all those guts a stuff...” She brought her feet up to the couch and leant head on his shoulder making William inhale sharply. “You uncomfortable with this or something?” He gulped and shook his head. “No, no...not at all.” Grace took another slice of pizza. “I’m eating for two now.” Will smiled and rubbed her head. They laughed nervously. Will leaned into her and pecked her forehead awkwardly. She giggled nervously and inhaled deeply. They watched the rest of the movie in silence.

Chapter 4

The tall man unlocked the front door to his friend’s house. He was looking after his friend’s pregnant girlfriend while he was on tour. He put his duffel bag on the couch and stretched. He looked around the room and ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair.  “Anyone here?” He yelled through the house, heading towards what he knew was the bedroom. He opened the door and looked at the bed, sure enough there was a young girl sleeping, hugging a pillow like a life jacket. He glanced at his watch; the hands showed him that it was 11 in the morning. He didn’t know whether to wake her or not but decided too. He walked up to the bed and shook the girl’s shoulder slightly. “Umm, Grace?” She stirred and grabbed the man’s hand. “Patrick? What are you doing up?” The man panicked slightly as she moved body so she was lying on her back.  She opened her eyes and saw lanky man with deep brown eyes staring back at her. She dropped his hand and grabbed her gasses from the bed side table, placing them on her face. The blurred vision quickly turned clear. “Holy shit! What the fuck? Get out now or I’m calling the police!” The man jumped back in horror and put his hands in the air. “Whoa, hey. Chill out! Patrick asked me to come here!” Grace jumped out of the bed and glanced at the man. “You’re William Beckett and I’ve just made a complete ass of myself.” She put her said in her hands and sighed. “I’m so sorry. I’m not very with it first thing in the morning.” William laughed. “It’s alright. Just thank the lord you didn’t hit me with a baseball bat or something.” The teenager chuckled. “I’m going to put my stuff in the spare room, if that’s okay?” Grace nodded and William left the room. She fell back onto the bed and groaned. “I’m such an idiot.” She dragged her fingers through her knotted hair and sat up again. She pulled her baggy shirt over her head and opened her and Patrick’s closet and grabbed another t-shirt. Unaware, William leant against the doorframe, just watching the girl until she threw her t-shirt onto the floor. Bill was no pervert. He walked back into his room and pulled all his clothes out of his duffel bag and threw them into the closet. There was a small tap on his door, he turned around and Grace was standing there in a Fall Out Boy shirt and a pair of, what looked like Patrick’s jeans. “Hey, I just wanted to see if I didn’t scare you too much and if you’re alright?” Bill smiled. “I’m fine, and in my business, nothing can really scare me. I’m normally being bombarded by screaming fan girls.” Grace laughed. “Is the room alright?” Bill nodded and walked up to her. “Anything I can do?” Grace stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head. “Anything you need to do? If you wanted to work, you could use Patrick’s office.” Bill grinned and nodded. “That would be awesome thanks.” Grace smiled and shut the door, her phone buzzed in her back pocket. “Hey, miss me already?” “Ha ha. I thought you’d be missing me!” Grace smiled. “I am Trick. You left, what seven hours ago and I miss you like crazy.” “Hey. I’ll be back before you know it. I forgot to mention that William will be there some when today.” “Yeah, he woke me up and I threatened to call the police.” She heard Patrick laugh. “It’s not funny Trick! I scared the poor guy to death.” “You just woken up. Yeah, scary stuff.” “You’re such an idiot. But I do love you.” “I’ll call you later okay, when the guys aren’t around. I love you.” “Love you too. Bye.” The line went dead and Grace put the phone back in her pocket. She walked back into the guest room where William was sitting on the bed, chatting on the phone. She shut the door.

Hiya! How are all of you? I'm really hyper as my Overcast Kids stuff came today, oh yeahhhh. I'm the defintion of cool. AND, my FALL OUT BOY TICKETS CAME TODAY!!!! OMG!!! I'M GUARDING THESE FUCKERS WITH MY LIFE.

A/N: Cassie in Black & Pete in Red.

Chapter 3

I leant against one of the buildings for shelter; in case they came back. We'd just fought off three of them, it was tough but we're a strong group. I took uneven, slow breaths to try and calm myself. I looked aroound the building so I was facing the centre of the crossroads. I couldn't believe my eyes; 4 men fighting at least seven Dandies. "Hey guys." I hissed, pulling Bob's collar. "Check this out." They followed my gaze and met my shock. "But I thought..." Frank said hesitantly. "That's whatwe all thought, Ray said. I observed them, they certainatly knew how to fight. The last one fell to theground and a man who seemed to be wearing glasses plunged a knife into his body. He celebrated breifly with his friend but I felt a shiver fall down my spine. My hands turned to ice as three more Dandies appeared out of the shadows. I froze with fear. "You guys go, I want to speak to these dudes." Gerard grabbed my shoulder. "We're not leaving you alone." My lips formed a stern line. "I want you guys out of here...NOW!" I didn't exactly yell but I made myself clear. Bob, Ray and Frankie started walking away but Gerard and Mikey stared at me with concern. The brothers put their hands on each of the shoulders. "We're not leaving you here alone, you could get hurt. What if they aren't the good guys?" I shrugged and pulled Gerard's hand off me first, quickly followed by Mikey. "For me? This once?" Mikey bit  his lip cautiously but nodded. "Let's give her ten Gerard." He nodded and put his face very closely to mine. "If you aren't back at the house within half an hour, we'e coming to get you." I smiled gratefully and watched them walk away. I glanced back at the group, the main fighter in a red hoodie was being restrained from attacking him. "Come on Pete! He's winding you up! He doesn't know where she is!" The one with afro like hair said. The leader smirked and I suddenly felt like I was being pulled towards him, much against my own will.

William emerged with Brendon and Spencer out of the shadows. These guys were the lead Dandies. I glanced at Brendon the most; he was theone who bit me. He was the most feared vampire apart from William who pretty muched runned this city. Everyone feared him except me. "Well done Peter. You've certainatly changed since the last time I saw you. You have such a fight about you..." William said softly but teasing me. I tried to keep my cool. "Give us one reason why we shouldn't knock you to the ground right now?" Andy muttered. He hated William as much as I did. "Well Andrew, you see, Peter certainatly wouldn't want anything  bad to happen to me." I looked up at him. "Care to explain?" William smirked. "You see Peter, when I saw you all those years ago, you were so uncontroallable." He started circling me. "But what struck me was the love you held for your sister. Cassandra wasn't it?" My hands turned into fists. "Why does it matter to you Beckett? She meant nothing to you." He tutted behind me. "Dearie me Peter. Are we losing our touch? You see, your sister was very important to me and still is." I turned quickly. "Why's that?" He chuckled sourly. "Peter, your sister was the only perrson I'vee bitten that didn't change into one of us." My fists were close to flying. He bit my sister, but she didn't change. That means she could still be alive. "Where the hell is she  Beckett? What did you do to her?" He grinned darkly. "I know exactly where she is. But you see, she's having a problem with my friends right about now..." I therw my fists at him. Joe managed to contain me. "Come on Pete! He's windng you up! He doesn't know where she is!" He still had that smug grin on his face. "On the contuary..." He waved his right wrist in the direction of a large building and a young girl, probably around Patrick's age appeared beside William. He gripped her waist with his arms, sercuring her place in front of her.

I was stuck in front of the leader. His face hadn't aged, his features were as defined in real life as in my nightmares. I was frozen with fear and his cold breath against the skin of neck sent shiver down my limp muscles. "William. Let the girl go..." The one I believe was called Pete asked in a whisper. He cackled. "You see Peter, she hasn't changed has she. She's still beautiful with such delisous blood..." He flew at me with his fits annd onewith longer blonnde hair and a hat pulled him back. I felt his nose trace a line down my throat and I winced when he gracefully passed my scar. A scar which he left. He laughed. "So young and weak. Dearest child, have no fear..." I inhaled deeply and forced my fist into his stomach area causing himm to double over and let me go. I ran away from him, unaware I was standing next to Peter. His friend's shot guns at William and he hissed before disappearing in front of us. "I'll be back for you Cassandra..." I heard his voice echo in the wind. I breathed  deep and looked around at the four men. They stared at me. I gulped and nodded in their direction before pulling my hood up and starting to walk back to the guys. My legs were still unstable, so I fell onto the icey pavement. Peter came and lifted me up at once. "Are you alright?" I looked into his deep brown eyes and nodded. He smiled slightly and lifted me to my feet. "Pete." He said, sticking his hand into my direction. I took it. "Cassie."

Patrick was right. We would find her tonight. As she shook my hand, I looked at her facial features closer. Her aurbun hair had turned darker and her eyes and gotten lighter so they were almost golden. But this was definatly Cassie. The glance she gave me was the glance she used to give when we were younger. "Thankyou Pete. I better be going  back to my friends." She started walking again and quickly stumbled. She was still scared. I ran to her side again. "No way. Come back with us, we'll look after you." She glanced nerveously at me. "I'll be fine, please, just let me go home." I pulled her back to her feet and let her walk a few steps. I turned my back on my sister, but she obvisouly didn't know that. The guys ran behind  me, asking me to come. I turned aroung and Cassie had fallen again, but this time, she had passed out. I lifted her and we started walking back towards the car. I investigated the countours of her face as we walked. She had matured so much over six years. But she was still Cassie. "Cassandra, it's Petey..."

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1.I’ve got that lefty curse, Where everything I do is flipped, And awkwardly reversed  (We've got a big mss on our hands- The Academey Is...)

2. I've been here before a few times, and I'm quite aware we're dying. (Always-- Blink 182)

3. Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time (Carry that Weight- The Beatles)

4. I'm good to go, but i'm going nowhere fast, could be worse i could be takinng you there with me. (Saturday- Fall Out Boy)

5. Oh the shark babe, has teeth dear, and shows them pearly whites. (Mack The Knife- ????? ??????)

6.Oh no, I know that I can make you stay, but where's your heart? (Famous Last Words- MCR)

7. Are you gonna take me home tonight? Down beside that red fire-light? (Fat Bottmed Girls- Queen)

8. We hold in our hearts, the sword and the faith. (Desert Song- MCR)

9. AHHHH! And when your hearst stops beating, I'll be here wondering, did you get what you deserved? (Dead!- MCR)

10. I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today yeah. The girl who's driving me mad is going away, yeah. (Ticket to Ride- The Beatles)

11. Sucess has it's price and can you hear me now? (Being From Jersey Means Never Having To Say Your Sorry- Cobra Starship)

12. Just let me ask hey, have you heard of religon? It's called the chruch of hot addiction. (The Church of Hot Addiction- Cobra Starship)

13. She said don't! Don't let it go to your head. Boys like are to the dozen, boy's like you are to the dozen she said. (You're so Last Summer- Taking Back Sunday)

14. The IV and your hospital bed, this was no accident. (Camisadio- Panic at the Disco)

15. You were the only face i'd ever know, I was the light from the lamp on the  floor. (Everything We Had- The Academey Is...)

16.my hands shake cause today, i know you're gonna break my heart and, my life without you in it, is a life thats not worth living. (Here I Stand- Madina Lake)

17. Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. Help. (Help!- The Beatles)

18. Another day is going by, I'm thinking about you all time. But you're out there and I'm here waiting. (I'd Do Anything- Simple Plan)

19. Hanging out behind the club on the weekend, acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends.  (The Rock Show- Blink 182)

20. Last summer, we took thress across the board, but by fall we were a cover story now in stores. (Thriller- FOB)

21. Flash! Ahhhhh! Saviour of the universe. (Flash- Queen)

22. Oh, well imagine as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridoor and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help an exchanging of words. (I Write Sins, Not Tragedies- Panic at the Disco)

23. Hope this is the last time, coz I never say no to you. (Dead on Arrivval- FOB)

24. There you go, your always so right, it's all a big show, it's all about you. (Shut Up!- Simple Plan)

25. Take back what they've taken if you wanna play it safe.Keep on money makin', gotta save for rainy days. (Smile For The Paparazzi- Cobra Starship)

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Beep. Beep. Beep. The pair groaned as the alarm next to them erupted into life. It was five thirty in the morning and Patrick had to get ready as the bus would be there for him in an hour. Patrick switched off the clock and looked at his girlfriend next to him. “Babe. I have to get up now. Do you want to get up too?” Grace sighed and pulled the duvet off her and blinked. “Jess is going to have a hard time getting Pete up. Your first stop Starbucks?” He giggled and nodded. He got out of the bed and dived into the bathroom while Grace woke up. She was most defiantly not a morning person. She pulled herself out of bed and flattened her horrendous bed hair in the mirror while she waited for Patrick to come out of the shower. Five fucking thirty. How the hell could people get up this early every morning? She thought. Patrick came out of the bathroom and Grace ran into it, throwing up in the toilet. “You okay?” Patrick shouted through the door. “I’m fine. Just the stupid sickness. It’s bugging me now.” She heard him laugh before she switched on the hot water and let it run down her skin. After putting her wet hair in a ponytail, she grabbed a pair of sweats and an MCR shirt. When she pulled it over her damp body, she looked at the shirt again. It was the same shirt she wore when she and Patrick first met all those months ago. She looked terrible. She walked out of the bathroom and Patrick was putting his laptop in his backpack ready for the tour. “Hey.” He said, smiling up at her. “Hi.” She replied blinking her eyes. “The bus is going to come and pick me up soon. What do you want to do for half an hour?” Patrick asked, walking to her and holding both her hands. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re the one used to this. I’m not.” She was already starting let small droplets of water out of her eyes. He smiled and wrapped her up in his arms, letting her weep softly for a minute or two. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She nestled deeper into his chest and inhaled his smell. “I know, but I’m really going to miss you.” He lifted her head and wiped her tears away. “Come on. I really hate it when you cry.” He was starting to cry as well. “Why don’t we both stop crying and enjoy this time we have together?” Grace suggested. Patrick nodded kissed her softly. “I love you. Remember that okay?” Patrick chuckled and pecked her forehead. “I love you too.” He kissed her again and moved his hands down her silhouette, memorising every aspect of her body. “I’m going to miss you like crazy...” He said in-between kisses. She smiled through her tears. He moved down so he was kneeling in front of her belly. He lifted up her shut and kissed it. “Patrick, don’t do that.” Grace smirked. “I’m saying goodbye to my baby. I’ll be home soon, I promise.” He rubbed his hand over her stomach before standing up and embraced Grace again. Patrick’s phone started ringing. “Hello? Hi Pete... You’re outside now? Okay, I’m coming.” He hung up. “Coming outside with me?” Grace nodded and held his spare hand while he pulled the suitcase with the other. They shut the front door and, sure enough, there was a large bus waiting outside the home. Patrick chewed his lips and looked down at Grace again. She was in tears but trying not to show it. “Have fun yeah? And if you don’t call me, I’ll kill you.” Patrick could tell she was making light of the situation but he could read her emotions perfectly. He kissed her again; he could taste both his and her tears. “I’ll call you tonight okay?” Grace nodded and watched him clamber into the bus. She could see his outline in the blacked out window. The bus drove off and Grace walked back inside, she wasn’t crying as much as she thought she would. She clambered back into the empty bed and took Patrick’s pillow to her face. She fell asleep smelling his smell.

Heyy. I just had this idea for a vampire fanfiction involving MCR, FOB and guests. Here's the first chapter. Of course, 'A Little Less Than  Sixteen Candles...' shall continue.

A/N:  Black is Cassie's POV while Red is Pete's POV.

Chapter 1

*I'm lying in my bed, I'm eighteen but I know a lot about the world. My parents, Lisa and Peter, are vampire hunters. They go out a lot, getting rid of the evil on the streets. My older brother looks after me when my parents go out. "Cassie. Cassie, please wake up!" I heard my brother hiss in my ear. I stirred. "Leave me alone!" He shook me harder. "Cassie, they're here." My body shot up. They were here. He took me into his arms and crawled into my bed with me. He pulled the duvet over us and held me tight. I was shaking with fear and yet he seemed so calm. I heard the banging on my door as they tried to force my door open. "I'm scared Petey."  He held me tighter, even though I thought it wasn't possible. I heard them whispering; they were going to break down my door. SMASH. My door flew open and I was blinded as the duvet was pulled off us. Three men. Their eyes lusting with thirst and their fangs sharp and bright. I froze. The leadder seemed to lust further towards me. He motioned to hhis follwer who ripped my brother from me. "Petey!" I screamed as they dragged him out of my room. The leader leant his face closer to my throat. I felt his nose trace a line from the base of my neck to my jaw. "So fragrent. But yet, so young." He moved my aurbun hair out of my face and looked into my dark eyes. I heard my brother yell and scream. I waso scared, I couldn't move. "Petey..." I managed to murmer. The leader looked down at me and traced the countours of face. His touch was cold but compaissonent somehow. His fangs sunk into my neck. I felt no pain.  The bright light shown through my mind.*

I shot up, sweating. My repeating nightmare had ended again. Now 24, that was my life six years ago. I couldn't remember the events that soon followed but I knew exactly what happened. My brotther disappeared. My paarents were found, slaughtered in the garden. I pulled the blanket off my body and looked at myself in the mirror. My life had changed so much since then. "Cass! You up yet!?" I heard my best friend Mikey shout. "Yeah Mikes. I'll be down in a minute." The moon shone through my drawn curtains. I pulled off my sweaty pyjama's and pulled on my work clothes, if you could call them that. My black combat trousers hung on my hips, steadied by a studded belt equipped with everything I would need for that night.  I pulled on a plain black vest along with my red hoodie. It was my brother's favourite before he disappeared. I tied my hair up in a ponytail before bounding down the stairs, into the basement.

I live with five guys. Mikey, my best friend, found me after I went hunting on my own. I do fend for myself but they nursed my many wounds. I moved in with hiim and his 'clan' you could them. But they were vampire hunters. His brown hair was flat against his circluar face and his glasses perched on the top of his nose. "Hey Mikes." I said, grabbing a stool and sitting against the counter. He gave me a glass of water. "I'm alright. The rest of the guys are getting the stuff ready." I nodded. I drowned the water and followed Mikey into the prep room. Ray was punching a punchbag rythmatically. "Hey Cass." He said, acknowleging my presence before returniing to his punch bag. "Hey Ray." His afro like hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat as he contined to tone his already muscaluar body. Bob looked up from the swords he was putting on his belt. His blue eyes glittered in the dim light as he smiled. I nodded in response. Gerard, the leader, was playing with wires on one of his hand-made weapons. I squezzed his waist from behind. "Hey Gee." I shocked him and sparks flew from the gun. "Do not do that Cassandra. I'm trying to concentrate." He's the only one that calls me Cassandra. I sigheed and placed myself next to Frankie who was playing with one of Gerard's smaller weapons."Hey Franks. You sure it's safe to be handling that?" He stuck his tongue out at me and went back to the weapon. He pushed on of the buttons which shot sparks out of it's barrel which just missed Mikey. "Fank!  Come on! You know not to play with anything that could cause harm to anyone around you." He scoffed at Mikey's comment. "Says the one not allowed anywhere near toasters." Mikey flipped him off as I removed the weapon from his dangerous hands. "Who are we going after tonight?" I asked Gerard as he smiled down on what I assumed was his finshed weapon. "The Dandies are said to  be out tonight. Let's grab 'em while we can." He answered. I nodded and stood on my feet, pulling Frankie up with me. I placed the weapons Bob had organised for me on the attachments on my belt. I pulled up my hood and glanced at  my five compainions. Ray opened the door and we walked out into the cold night.

My eyes shot open. The familuar smell welcomed me as I awoke from my nightmare. I looked up at Patrick's wrist which he held close to my nose. He loooked down aat me with smpathy before leaving. I jumped out of my coffin like bed and dressed in tight black jeans, agrey shirt and a red hoodie. I felt my neck as I streched. The scar glided past my finngertips. It made we become one of them. But I'm nothing like them. I don't lust blood. I used to but Patrick helped. He found me five years afo, lusting over blood I couldn't have. He took me back to his home which he shared with his friend's Joe and Andy. He made me a blend which included garlic and holy water. I stopped lusting after that. He invited me to live with him, as I was in such a state. He knew about my past, what happened to my family. He and his friends are helping me look for her.

I waltzed out of  my room into a lounge/kitchen room we used as a mechanics room, a gym, well pretty much everything. Patrick was writing in his ledger about the attacks last night, Joe was jamming on his guitar while Andy was drumming a rythum for him. Music is my outlet about my sister. Patrick looked up at me as I started chopping cloves of garlic. "Hey Pete." I nodded in his direction and put the garlic in the blender which was already filled with red liquid. I added a few drops of holy water and blended them together before gulping it down straght from the container. "They're out there tonight Pete." Patrick stated; observing the television set. I wiped my mouth and waked  over to his desk. Sure enough, there they were. Roaming the streets. Our man, Dirty, was filming it for us. He was a vampire like me. He wanted the fear to end. "Let's grab these assholes." I uttered before rolling my hands to form fists. Patrick gave me a curt nod and pulled his gun froom the wall. Joe, pulled aothe one but thankfully,  he was very good with his fists. He pulled his hood over his afro like hair ad streched his  fingers. Andy grabbed a sword and plaed it in the aataachment on his belt. He pushed his glases up his nose and follwed Joe towards the door. Patrick placced a cap  on his head tapped my back. "They might have her man. I have a good feeling about tonight." I nodded and gulped. I pulled my hood up over my straight black hair and rolled my sleeves down oveer tattooed arms. I plaed a cobat jacket over my hoodie and all heaed out into the car. The moon shone brightly tonight. I could see all the stars. I wished that Cassie was out there tonight.

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As soon as Patrick and Grace got back from his mother’s; Patrick had to start packing for tour. Fall Out Boy had a four month tour around America then they had two weeks off then they had a month in Europe before coming home for a while. Grace emptied their suitcase and started packing for Patrick; she was really going to miss him. By the time he came back, she would be seven months pregnant and most likely the size of a beached whale but when she started dating him, she knew that this was his job and she was never going to stop him from doing what he loved. “Can’t wait to get rid of me, hey?” Patrick chuckled watching her fold his jeans and place them neatly in the suitcase. “I don’t want you to go but if I do this then, I don’t know. Maybe it’ll help me realise that you’re actually going.” Patrick came into the room and held onto her hands. “Sweetheart, listen. I didn’t want you here on your own so I’ve invited a friend who’s on break for the four months I’m on tour so to stay here and watch over you two.” He said, putting their hands on her belly. “Who’s this friend of yours? Someone I know?” Patrick shook his head. “You’ve not met him but I’m sure you two will get along. And I really trust him. He’s a great guy.” Grace’s features were covered in confusion. “He?” Patrick nodded. “His name’s William Beckett. You may know him, and please don’t have a fan girl moment.” Grace was stomping her feet and shutting her eyes to stop herself from squealing. He laughed and wrapped her up in her arms, pecking the top of her head. “I knew you wouldn’t mind.” She was still keeping her mouth shut, in case she did have a slight fan girl moment. “Finished?” Grace nodded and took a deep breath. “So, Bilvy is coming to babysit me?” Patrick nodded. “Sorry, but that is so freaking awesome.”  He laughed. “He just asks that you don’t squeal and scream when he’s here.” Grace slapped his arm playfully. “I won’t. I have you to scream over.” He smiled and held her hand. “I love you. You know that right?”

“I think you mentioned a few times....” She went onto her tip-toes and kissed him. He leaned down and slid his tongue between her lips. Down, Down in an earlier round. Sugar we’re going down swinging. I’ll be your number one with a bullet. A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it. Grace reached into her back pocket and pushed Patrick away from her slightly. “Hey, you reached Grace.” Her smile suddenly dropped. “What do you want?” “I wanted you to confirm something.” “What exactly?” Her voice was filled with venom. “Are you pregnant, like all the magazines say and everything?” “It’s none of your business.” She snapped back. “It’s very much my business. Well are you?” Patrick was slightly confused by the phone conversation unfolding in front of him. “Yeah, I am. Happy now?” “No, I’m not. I’m not having this. I’m coming to get you and you’ll have a abortion.” Her features changed from angry to depression. Grace couldn’t believe what they were saying. Abortion. “You don’t have to see this child if you don’t want to but don’t you dare tell me to get an abortion. Have you considered the possibility that I might want this child?” The line went dead that moment. It scared her how the person on the phone could actually think that she would just lay down and have an abortion. “Babe, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Patrick said shaking her shoulders. She looked down on her phone with teary eyes before looking into Patrick’s green. The warmth of his glance comforted her. He was all she needed. “I have. My mother threatened to come over here and make me get an abortion.” He heard the word abortion and knew that this was the scenario as soon as her face changed. “Hey, come on. We’ll be okay. My mom and dad can play double grandparents, if they don’t want to be involved.” She smiled. He was right.

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Patrick dived into their suitcase and pulled a bag, which seemed to have a pile of gifts in them. “Patrick.” Grace was speechless. She positioned the bag beside her and put her arms around Patrick’s neck, hugging him before kissing his cut lips carefully. “Open them then.” Patrick sniggered leaning himself against the headboard of the bed and bringing his legs up so he sitting cross legged. Grace chewed her lips and pulled out the individual packages. She picked up a small one first, tearing the wrapping paper off. The small box opened to reveal a charm bracelet. “Patrick, I... I don’t know what to say... It’s so beautiful.” He smiled, no matter much it hurt and leant over, taking the bracelet out of its box and clipping it around Grace’s left wrist. Some scars were still present but Patrick kissed her wrist, making Grace well up. “Now, have one of yours.” Grace said, wiping away the loose tears she was crying. From under the bed, she pulled out a similar gift bag and put it on Patrick’s lap. He clapped his hands and quickly pulled out a fragile rectangular shaped gift. He tore at the paper that spilled its contents onto Patrick’s chest. He picked up the two photo frames and stared at them both. “I thought they would be good to keep on tour with you.” Grace said chirpily. Patrick stared at the two photographs again; one was of him and Grace, taken by Jess at their house. Grace had her legs over Patrick’s lap, and Patrick had his arm around them, keeping them on his lap. They were both pulling stupid faces and you could see Pete in the background, flipping off the camera. The other was the ultrasound picture Patrick kept in his wallet, but in a sliver photo frame so he could have it on tour. “These are so good. I love them.” He said, putting them down on the floor so they didn’t break. “I know they’re not huge or anything but...” He covered her mouth with his hand. “I love them. I don’t care about how much they cost. They’ll remind me of you two when I’m away on tour.”  After the opening of several other presents they had for each other which included new hats for Patrick and a few new CD’s for Grace that she’s been talking about, the pair were out of gifts for each other. “That’s it. Dahm, it looked like more.” Patrick sighed, digging through his bag. “Shut it. You’re exactly like a child.” Grace laughed as she put her copy of Fast Times At Barrington High on the desk near the end of the bed. “I’m kidding! I love them all, thanks.” He kissed her extremely lightly so he didn’t hurt himself. She shut her eyes and enjoyed these moments they had together like this. They moved all the wrapping paper onto the floor along with presents they had bought each other. “So, what are we going to do now?” Grace asked leaning against the wall. Patrick smirked and reached over to turn on his TV. “Let’s watch crappy Christmas movies.” Grace sighed but grinned all the same.

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On Christmas Eve, Patrick and Grace stayed up after Patrick’s mother and older brother Kevin had gone to bed. “Night guys. Don’t stay up to late.” His mom said at eleven. “Night Mom. See you in the morning.” He pecked his mom on the cheek and put his arm back around Grace’s shoulder. “Night Pat.” Grace shouted as she started climbing the stairs. The older woman waved and continued walking up the stairs. “Your mum’s so nice.” Patrick leant his head on hers and grinned. “I told you she was nice.” Grace shut her eyes and just listened to the movie her and Patrick were watching. “Hey sleep head. Time for bed if you’re just going to sleep.” Grace opened her eyes, much to her objections. “But I’m tired.” Patrick smirked and got off the couch. He scooped her up and carried her bridal-style up the stairs. When he reached his bedroom door; Grace started stirring. “Where am I?” Patrick smiled weakly as he put her on his old bed. “I’m putting you to bed because you look super tired.” She groaned and started snuggling up in the blankets. “Goodnight.” He whispered, planting a small kiss on her temple. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed so he was lying next to her. “Don’t leave. I can’t sleep without you.” Patrick shook his head but chuckled all the same. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, getting up. “No. What your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I doubt I’m the first girl in your bed.” You see, Patrick’s mother had this rule that Grace and Patrick were kept in separate beds, since they weren’t married. “I’ll have to leave really early.” Grace sat up, put her hand behind his head and let their lips collide. He suddenly lost every word he was going to say. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled himself on top of her. Very quickly, clothes were discarded and Patrick’s head was thrown back into a small mountain of pillows. His mouth wide open spilling out curse words in whispers to prevent his brother or mother hearing them. His eyes were tightly shut and opened again slowly. Grace bent down and kissed him roughly on the mouth. Her hands on the skin of his pale chest, making scratches along his body. She shut her eyes and stopped for a moment; she was growing tired. Patrick slipped his arms around her waist and flipped them over. He moved with her, kissing her neck. Tasting the sweat he found there. She ran her fingers through his hair and kept whimpering his name over and over again. “Patrick. Oh god.” He secretly smiled and kissed his way up to her lips, rubbing his tongue along hers. She tangled her fingers with his as he placed them beside her head on the pillow. His pace grew quicker as they both got closer. He collapsed on her, breathing heavy. “Oh fuck.” She shut her eyes and took steady, deep breaths as he rolled off her and lay next to her. He moved her hair off her hot and flushed face, wiping away her smeared make-up. “You look so beautiful right now.” She opened her eyes and grinned. “I very much doubt that, but thank you.” He chuckled and pulled her into a hug. “Happy Christmas.” He whispered as she started falling asleep.

Grace woke up in an empty bed. It was around nine in the morning and she was still undressed from the night before. “Fuck.” She muttered grabbing her clothes off the floor. She zipped up her jeans and pulled on Patrick’ T-shirt, he must have left without it. She opened the bedroom door and looked around, hoping to find some form of life. The house was really quiet. She went to the bathroom and as she washed her hands; she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye-liner was run down her face and her hair was standing on end like she had just back brushed it. She walked back into Patrick’s room and tidied herself up; she tied her hair back and wiped off all her old make-up. She placed her glasses on her face and opened the door again. Still silence. She crept down the stairs and saw Patrick and his family in the kitchen, quietly eating breakfast and sipping what smelled like coffee. “Hey, you’re up.” Patrick beamed standing up. “Yeah. Sorry if I kept everyone.” Pat smiled down at her. “No, it’s fine. Would like something to eat?” Grace sat down in Patrick’s seat as he made her a drink. “I’m alright thanks.” Pat grimaced at Patrick as he placed a glass of orange juice in front of her. “Babe, why don’t you have a piece of fruit or something hmm?” Patrick gave her a small pleading look. “Okay. What you guys having?” Pat grinned. “We’ve eaten dear. Why don’t you and Patrick have some time, then you can join us later for lunch and presents?” The pair nodded as Kevin and Pat left the room. “I’m so sorry about them.” Patrick whispered putting his arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright, they just care about us. Which is nice I suppose.” Grace started eating the apple Patrick had put in front of her. “Happy Christmas by the way.” Grace smirked and looked into his eyes. “Happy Christmas to you too.” Patrick pecked her lips lightly before retreating back to his seat. “I thought that I would save your presents for tonight. When my mom or brother aren’t around to observe.” Grace sniggered and swallowed the bite of apple. “I’m scared now. What have you got me?” He tapped his nose and continued to watch her eat. “Do you mind, I hate people watching me eat? It makes me feel uncomfortable.” He looked away and put his hands in the air. “Sorry. Sorry.” Grace chuckled and shook her head, throwing the apple core into the garbage.

Christmas was fast approaching and the snow was starting to fall. Grace wasn’t used to the chill of the winter. She was now three months gone and Patrick was sure she was starting show, no matter how much Grace tried to deny it. They were going to spend Christmas with Patrick’s family as Grace’s family still hadn’t contacted her. Grace was super nervous, what if his mother didn’t like her? “Grace can you stop worrying, you make my mother sound like a member of the CIA or something.” Patrick sighed as they packing. “I’m sorry if I’m nervous. I can’t help it.” She shouted, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Patrick sniggered and sat next to her. “Come on. Relax; worrying isn’t good for you or junior in there.” He said putting his hands on her tummy. Grace smiled and looked into his eyes. “You’re right. Why are you always right?” Patrick shrugged and got back up. “Shall we finish packing?”  Grace smiled and nodded, grabbing yet another hoodie. “How many hoodies does one girl need?” Patrick asked putting another hat into his suitcase. “How many hats does one guy need?” Grace asked back. “Touché.” They chuckled and packed quietly. Grace started humming ‘G.I.N.A.S.F.S’ making Patrick snigger. “What?” Grace asked zipping up her suitcase. “When have you listened to that record?” Patrick asked lying on the bed. “When you were writing music for Pete’s lyrics the other day, for the new record. I wanted to listen to it so I did. Got a problem with that?” Grace asked sitting cross-legged next to him. Patrick shook his head. “No. Just wondering. Did you like ‘Infinity On High’?” Grace slapped his leg. “Of course of I did, I only listen to stuff I like. I’m very picky.” Patrick giggled and sat up. “I don’t like some of the stuff you like mind. Not a huge Kayne fan. But I do love Nat King Cole.” Patrick put his arm around her waist and leant his head on her shoulder. “What’s your favourite Nat King Cole song?” Grace reached up behind Patrick’s head and rubbed her fingers through his hair. “Almost like being in Love. My favourite song of all time. Fall Out Boy are way up there though.” Patrick smirked as Grace continued to play with his hair. “That’s my favourite song too.” Grace smiled and took off Patrick’s cap and placed it on her head. “Hadn’t we better finish packing?” Patrick sighed and stood up. “We could be done in ten minutes then have some work to do.” Grace smiled weakly and nodded. “Alright.” She knew that his job was really important but she still hated it when he worked on music for Pete’s lyrics or he was working on someone else’s record. After they finished packing, Patrick went to his office and started working on his laptop while Grace dug through her books. She found ‘Pride and Prejudice ‘and sat down on the couch. She put on ‘Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge’ and started reading. “...I’m not okay. I’m not okay. You wear me out.” She felt two arms wrap around her shoulders and two lips kiss her neck. “Trick, I’m trying to read here.” He chuckled and continued. “If you don’t stop right now, I may have to have my way with you.” He started nipping at her neck. “Well, I’m defiantly not going to stop now.” Grace sighed and put her book down. “Aren’t you meant to be working?” Patrick nodded and rested his head on her collarbone. “I got bored. And I’ve nearly finished so I thought I’d come by and see what you’re doing.” She shook her head and put one hand on his. “As you can see nothing interesting.” ‘The Ghost Of You’ started to play, making Grace sing along. “Care to dance?” Grace turned around and looked at Patrick, chuckling slightly. “You dance?” He very lightly slapped her shoulder. “Hey! Yes I do dance, but to Jazz and Slow music only.” He walked around the couch so he was in front of her and put his hand out. She uncrossed her legs and took his hand, letting him lead them into a slow dance. Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and Patrick rested his arms on her hips. “This is nice.” Grace said very softly. Patrick produced a weak smile before resting his head on hers. “It is.” They swayed back and forth slowly until ‘The Jetset Of Life Is Going To Kill You’ played. “Thank you for the dance.” Grace said sitting back down. Patrick sat next to her and put his arms around her. “It’s no problem.” She lay on his chest and started playing with loose locks of hair. “What time have we got to be at your mom’s?” Patrick looked at his watch. “She’s expecting us at six and its three now.”  She sighed.

The drive there was awkward. Patrick was worried because Grace was worried. They pulled up onto the drive of the Glenview home where Patrick grew up. Grace felt sick to her stomach; she thought she was going to throw up like she does most of time. “Oh god. I’m going to be sick.” Grace murmured. Patrick got out of the car and opened her door; put his arms around her waist. “No you’re not. It’s going to be fine.” She leant her head on his shoulder and covered his hands with her own. “We better get you inside. It’s pretty cold.” He let her go and helped her out of the car; holding her hand and shutting the door for her. She waited for him to get the suitcase and then lead her towards the front door. “You alright?” Patrick asked just before he knocked on the door. Grace nodded and put on her best smile as he knocked. A woman with Patrick’s hair colour but it was speckled with grey and she had brown eyes, Patrick must have got his eyes from his father. “Patrick, sweetheart, get inside. It’s freezing out here.” He smiled and lead Grace in before going inside himself. He hugged his mother and pecked her on the cheek. “Mom this is Grace, Grace this is my mom.”  The teenager smiled and offered the older woman her hand. The woman smiled and shook it. “Nice to meet you Mrs Stumph.” The woman smiled. “Call me Patricia darling. Patrick, why don’t you show Grace to your old room, you’re sharing with Kevin.” Patrick nodded and pulled the suitcase upstairs. “Follow me then.” Grace smirked and followed Patrick up the stairs. He opened the door right down the ended of hallway. “This is the room I grew up in. It’s really bad but I love it.” Grace looked around the room, it was a light blue with three posters. David Bowie, The Who and probably the geekiest poster she had ever seen. “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” She questioned, pulling a mocking face. “It is a kick ass movie. You know it.” He answered, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “I never said it wasn’t a kick ass movie.” He chuckled and rubbed her belly. “You are so beautiful.” Grace smiled. “Thank you. But when I get bigger you’ll be saying ‘Holy shit, you’re huge!’ Or something like that.” Patrick giggled. “You’ll be beautiful to me, however you look.” Grace turned around so they facing each other. “Thank you.” She pecked lips very lightly, he almost didn’t feel it. “Don’t tease me.” Patrick whined. “I’m not. Hadn’t we better get back to your mother?” He sighed but nodded, leading her down the stairs.

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Getting back into the Chicago home, Grace and Patrick sat down on the couch, trying to think rationally about the prospect of being parents. The talked for what seemed hours and quickly found themselves lying on the couch sleeping in each other’s arms. Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring. Patrick heard in his dream, making him open his eyes. He fell asleep sitting up, with Grace’s legs on his lap. He glanced down at his watch; it was close to eleven at night. He shifted Grace’s legs of his lap and set back them back down on the couch again. He grabbed the phone and quickly checked if Grace had woken up, she was normally a very light sleeper. But no, she was still sleeping. “Hello?” He asked down the phone. “Patrick, it’s mom.” Patrick sighed. “Hey mom, what are you doing calling at this hour?”

“Sweetheart, I saw this magazine at the store earlier. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer and your cell phone was off.”

“Uhh, yeah, sorry, I was out and my cell must have run out of battery. What was in this magazine?” Patrick was so used to stories in magazines about him or Pete or someone else he knew. What was worse was that his mom called him whenever there was one. “It says that your girlfriend is pregnant. But you don’t even have a girlfriend.” Patrick looked down on the counter and saw the ultrasound picture. “What magazine was it in?”

“I can’t remember the name but it was one of those horrible gossip ones.”

“Okay mom. I gotta go; I’ll speak to you later.”

 “Love you Patrick.”

“Love you mom.” He hung up the phone and grabbed his car keys. He wrote a small note for Grace in case she woke up and drove to any open store.

The front door slammed, making Grace open her eyes. She put on her glasses and glanced around the empty room. “Patrick?” She got off the couch and started walking around the empty, dark home. She switched on the living room light and glanced around, looking into the kitchen. Hemingway was lying by his bowls, opening his eyes slightly before shutting them again. The ultrasound picture was on the counter, next was a small handwritten note in Patrick’s handwriting. ‘Just gone to the store. Don’t panic, I’ll be back soon. Love Trick x’ Grace smiled and glanced at the clock above the oven. 11: 22. Her stomach rumbled and she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a yogurt and started eating slowly. She kept glancing up at the clock, watching the hands tick by, dragging time, making it longer. She got herself a small glass of water and sipped it. “Where are you Patrick?” She asked the empty halls. “Do you where he is Hemmy?” The dog looked up at the teenager but quickly put his head back down again. She sat back down on the couch and turned on the stereo. She and Patrick had two piles of CD’s, one was his collection and the other was hers. Patrick’s mainly consisted of Prince, David Bowie and Nat King Cole but there was some Kayne West and Usher in there too. Grace’s was a bit more punk pop; she had all the My Chemical Romance records, Cobra Starship, Simple Plan, Panic at the Disco and of course every Fall Out Boy record she could get her hands on. She found ‘Take This To Your Grave’ and the phone sound played going into ‘Tell Mick That He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today.’ She sat by the speakers, letting it flood the silent room. She started singing along, she hadn’t listened to her Fall Out Boy records for months now and it felt, well, normal to sit, listen and sing along. She was suddenly a teenager again, listening to her favourite band, singing along and well, being a teenager. She was singing along to Grand Theft Autumn/ Where is your Boy when another voice joined in. She opened her eyes and Patrick was standing in front of her. She paused the music and looked up at him. “Hi.” She said as he sat next to her. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He stated, chuckling slightly. “Hey, just because I’m dating you doesn’t mean that I can’t still enjoy Fall Out Boy. And you interrupted one of my favourite songs, so if you don’t mind?” She leant up to the stereo and pressed play. Grand Theft Autumn started playing again and Grace sung along to every single word. Patrick laughed, watching her singing along. The last chord played through the speakers and Patrick switched off the stereo. “So, what was so urgent to get at the store that it couldn’t wait until morning?” Patrick stood up and went to get something off the kitchen counter. He sat back down next to her, taking off his hat and dragging his fingers through his hair. He passed her what looked like a magazine. “What the hell?” She took the magazine and looked up at him. “You tell me.” Grace turned the magazine over and looked at the cover. “Oh shit.”

WENTZ WEDDING AND STUMP BUMP?

During this fabulous day, you think that Pete Wentz, bassist and heart throb of Chicago band Fall Out Boy, would have nothing upstage his marriage to Jess Cadieux. Cadieux was born in Canada and moved to Chicago in 2000. She met Pete while browsing through Hot Topic in 2004. Pete and Jess tied the knot in a small Chicago church near Pete’s home town of Willamette. The best man, vocalist Patrick Stump was also busy with new girlfriend, Grace Stocker. The sixteen year old, small country girl from England met Stump at her home after the band’s rented car broke down near her home is the south west of the country. The pair have been dating in the excess of seven months and Grace is rumoured to be pregnant with Stump’s child. The pair are currently living together in Stump’s Glenview home near friend Joe Trohman, lead guitarist of Fall Out Boy.

The new Mr and Mrs Wentz are currently on their honeymoon is the Caribbean and are expected back in the next few weeks. Can we sense another Fall Out Boy wedding coming very soon?

Reporter: Lisa Assirez

Grace flipped the pages of the glossy magazine. There were many pictures of Jess and Pete at the wedding reception; they only let their hired photographer into the church. There were pictures of her and Patrick dancing. Her back was to the camera so no one could see her face thank god. “How the hell did they find this out?” Patrick shrugged. “Did you see the reporter?” Grace read the reporter’s name again. “Lisa Assirez? Not ‘ex-girlfriend’ Lisa?” Patrick nodded. “She was such a big mistake. She was covering the wedding for the magazine and someone must have let it slip.” Grace banged her head against the wall and sighed. “It must have been Pete. But they were going to find out sooner or later.” Patrick nodded and shifted closer to her. “It’s times like these I wish I wasn’t famous.” Grace sniggered and held onto his hand. “Don’t say that. We wouldn’t be here, together right now if you weren’t famous.” Patrick shifted himself closer so their arms were touching. “Since when did you get so mature?” Grace shrugged and leant her head on his shoulder. “I think getting pregnant can do that to a girl.” Patrick chuckled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “Good morning.” Patrick whispered, cupping her face, pulling her into his lips. “What? Is it that late?” She looked at Patrick’s watch, sure enough it was half twelve. “Well good morning to you too.” She kissed him softly which quickly turned into forceful making out. Patrick pushed Grace onto the floor on her back and clambered on top if her. Their tongues were playing with each other, their hands investigating each other’s bodies through the fabrics of their clothes. Patrick’s hand slid under her button up shirt and her black skirt was riding up exposing her thighs. “Stop Patrick.” She whispered as Patrick’s lips attacked her neck. “Sorry.” He said, getting up. “I’m really tired is all. You did nothing wrong. I’m already pregnant, what else could we do? Get hitched in Vegas?!” Patrick laughed and wrapped her up in hug. “Shall we go to bed?” Grace nodded and went into the bedroom. They both changed into pjs, and settled quickly to sleep with their arms around each other and legs entangled.

Voila!

I've just had a really good idea for this tory which involves drama!

Buzz/Commennt?

Peace and Love x

Song of the day: G.I.N.A.S.F.S - Fall Out Boy

Ten minutes later, Grace emerged out of the bathroom with all her make-up applied and hair dried. She was going to leave it curly today; Patrick loved it when she didn’t straighten her hair to a crisp. Patrick was lying on the bed, flipping through TV channels aimlessly. “Can we go and eat now? I’m starving.” Grace said pulling on her Vans. Patrick smirked and switched the TV off, pulling on his converses. “Okay. If you want.” They walked down to the restaurant and sat down, Patrick sipping coffee while Grace sipped orange juice. Jess and Pete came in a few minutes later, sitting with the pair. “Grace, where the hell did you run off too last night? Why do you have bandages on your hands?” Grace chewed her lips and felt Patrick’s hand on her knee. “I went for a walk. I needed to clear my head. I tripped on something in the road and cut my hands. I’m such a clutz, trust me.” Jess poured coffee into her mug and watched Pete do the same. “Does he know?” Grace nodded and took another spoonful of cereal. Jess smiled at Grace but changed her expression towards Patrick. “You may have worked your way back into her good books but you’re still on thin ice with me Stump. You step out of line again. I’ll see to your punishment personally.” Patrick gulped and nodded his head, keeping his hand on Grace’s knee. “We’re going to the doctors today.” Patrick said after a few moments of silence. “Do you want me with you?” Jess asked. “No, I think I’ll be okay with Patrick there.” Grace replied putting her hand on top of Patrick’s. Patrick smiled at her and pecked her lips softly. They continued eating their breakfast quietly until Grace felt the familiar sense of being sick to her stomach. “Oh god.” She covered her mouth and ran towards the bathroom. She threw up everything she ate in the sink and held her hair back. She rinsed out the sink and made a small glass of water. She spit out the water and took a few deep breaths. “Are you okay sweetheart?” Jess asked putting her arms around her shoulders. “I’ll be okay. Stupid morning sickness.” Jess laughed and took back outside to Pete and Patrick. “You alright babe?” Patrick asked softly putting his arms around her waist. She nodded and leant her head on his chest. He leant his head on hers and sighed. Jess went to Pete and leant her head on his shoulder. “When we have kids, remind me to blame you whenever I throw up.” Pete chuckled and wrapped Jess up in a hug. “Well, we have a plane to catch if we want to go on our honeymoon.” Pete stated pulling Jess up the stairs. “Take care of her Trick. You do anything, I’ll kill you.” Grace smiled and waved as Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist behind her.

The morning went by slowly after Pete and Jess left for the airport. Everyone slowly went back home with hangovers and gripping strong black coffee’s. Grace and Patrick arrived back at his house and Grace quickly landed on the couch. “I’m tired.” Hemingway was next to her, already making himself known in the house. Patrick dragged the suitcase through into their bedroom and went back into the living room. “We had a long night. Why don’t you sleep and I’ll wake you up for our appointment?” Grace smiled and shut her heavy eye-lids, drifting quickly off to sleep. “Shift Hemmy.” The bulldog got off the couch and strolled to lie on the guest bed. At least it wasn’t theirs. Patrick covered her up in a blanket and started unpacking. He switched on the radio and listened to random songs that were played. The time seemed to fly by and it was suddenly half two. Patrick stirred Grace and they drove to the hospital. “I’m so nervous. I mean, will I be a good mum? Am I ready?” Patrick smiled and held her hand. “Calm down. You’ll be fine. And you’ll be an amazing mom.” Grace nodded and they got out of Patrick’s car. “Come on then sweetheart.” He whispered, walking her into the hospital. The coldness and whiteness of the hospital made Grace want to throw up again but she had nothing left in her stomach since throwing up this morning. She squeezed Patrick’s hand tighter as he led her towards the women’s unit of the hospital. Their palms were sweaty as they were told to sit down and wait for their names to be called. They didn’t speak to each other and just grasped each other’s hands. “Miss Stocker?” Patrick shook her out of her thoughts and walked her through to the doctor’s office. “Hi there. I’m Dr. Newman. You must be Grace.” The older woman said shaking Grace’s hand. “Yeah, this is my boyfriend Patrick.” Dr. Newman smiled and shook Patrick’s hand. “Do I know you from somewhere?” Patrick sighed and fiddled with his glasses. “Maybe. I’m not sure.” Dr. Newman smiled and led Grace onto a hospital bed. “If you lie here, we’ll have your blood drawn for tests and we’ll do an ultrasound. Okay?” Grace nodded and laid her head back on the pillow. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked, sitting in the chair next to her. Grace nodded and opened her hand for him to fill with his own. He smiled and laced their fingers together. Dr. Newman came back with a needle. “Oh god. Oh god.” Grace mutter quietly to herself. “What’s the matter?” Patrick asked standing up. “I hate needles. I’m petrified of them.” He squeezed her hand tighter as Dr. Newman put the needle in her arm and the red liquid filled the needle. “Good girl. Well done. Right, if you take off your skirt and cover yourself up with this blanket, I’ll be in to do an ultrasound.” Grace nodded and unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off her, handing it to Patrick. She covered her legs up with the itchy blanket as Dr. Newman came back into the room. “Okay, lift up your shirt please.” Grace raised her t-shirt and let Dr. Newman cover her lower stomach in cold gel. Patrick held her hand again and got up from the chair. Dr. Newman moved the wand over her stomach and a strong beeping was heard. “Here we are, this one’s strong.” Dr. Newman said, smiling at the pair. “What’s the beeping mean?” Grace asked gripping Patrick’s hand tighter. “That’s the baby’s heartbeat. And look, there’s it’s head, it’s hands and there’s it’s feet.” The pair’s eyes were glued to the screen. “Oh my god.” Patrick gasped smiling. He kissed Grace softly on the lips and they went back to the screen. “So, would you like to know the due date?” They nodded. “You’re about 9 weeks into the pregnancy so I’d put your due date at June 12^th. Would you like some pictures?” They both nodded and let Dr. Newman finish her ultrasound before Grace pulled her skirt back on. She sat on the edge of the hospital bed, Patrick stared at the pictures and put his arms around Grace. “He or she’s so perfect.” He said quietly as Grace nestled into his shoulder. “Just like they’re daddy then.” Patrick smirked and pecked her lips. “Thank you.” Patrick whispered in her ear. “What for?” Grace asked chuckling. “You are having my child. You deserve a thank you.” She smiled and jumped down from the bed. Dr. Newman came back into the cubicle and gave Grace a card. “That’s when you need to book your next appointment and I want you eat healthy and exercise okay? It’s also god to take some vitamins, so if you make another appointment at the reception then you can go.” The pair nodded and started walking out of the room until Dr. Newman tapped Grace’s shoulder. “Can I have a word in private?” Grace raised her eye-brows but nodded, letting go of Patrick’s hand. “What is it?” Dr. Newman passed her some small business cards. “Your age does concern me slightly, so I want you to consider all the options available to you.” Grace nodded. “I know it’s hard to think about but you’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. You really need to think about whether you and Patrick are ready for a child.” Grace nodded again and thanked Dr. Newman. She walked through to the waiting room and was greeted by Patrick. “What did she want?” He asked as soon as they entered the car. “She said she wanted me to consider all the options available to me as I’m only sixteen.” Patrick gripped the steering wheel tighter. Grace put her hand on his arm. “Patrick, I’m not going to get rid of it. I can’t do it, it would kill me. And this might be my only chance...” Patrick looked round at her. “What do you mean ‘only chance’?” Grace chewed her lips and shut her eyes. “I’m not meant to be able to have children. But it looks like they were wrong.” Patrick smiled. “I want you to decide what you want to do. I’m not going to force you into a decision. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Grace smiled and leant her head on his arm. “Patrick. I’m going to keep it. Is that okay?” Patrick’s smile grew wider as he nodded. “That’s absolutely fine.” Patrick started the car and they drove back into the deep Chicago evening.