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

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You:: *Alex Gaskarth*

You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Grand Theft Autum/ Where Is Your Boy?: Fall Out Boy

*Alex POV*

I held her tightly for what seemed hours. I didn't want to let her go at all but I knew that we needed to get into the bus so we could leave for California to do Bamboozle Left.  She was the first to break up the hug. She wiped under her wet eyes. "Right, I need to find somewhere to stay." She insisted. "Jasey, you can stay on our bus if you want?" I suggested. She looked up at me, smiling a little. "Thanks." I took her left hand and escorted her inside the bus. Jack was waiting nervously for us, his knees shaking. He looked up and sighed in relief when he saw we hadn't killed each other.

"You guys okay again?" He asked. I nodded as did Jasey. "She's staying in my bunk Jack." His eyes widened. I sighed. "I'm sleeping on the couch." He smiled at both of us, standing up. "Come on Jasey. I'll show you your sleping quaters for this evening." She chuckled and followed Jack to the bunks. I smirked a little, sitting down on the couch. It wasn't comfortable, but for Jasey I would do pretty much anything. Jack came back a  few minutes later, smiling still. "She's getting ready for bed. She wanted some of your clothes so she has a clean pair of boxers and a shirt of your's, is that cool?" I nodded as he sat next to me.

"Don't try and rush her." He said protectivly. I raised my eye-brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Jack sighed. "I know you'll want to get back with her at some point, just don't rush things." He adviced. I noddded as he tapped my shoulder and stood up. "You think she wants to get with me now?" I asked as he headed towards his bunk. I swear, you could hear his eye's rolling. He turned back around. "Alex, she wants to be with you for sure, but give her time to get over everything first before you even make a move."

I noddded, so he really didn't know about the kissing and sex we had earlier. "Night Alex." He called as he went to the bunks. "Night Jack." I repiled, curling up on the couch. I didn't mind sleeping in my clothes or without a blanket, so I quickly drifted off to sleep.

*Jasey POV*

Alex's bunk was the exact same as Trace's. Maybe a little bit bigger. I clambered into it and shut the curtains. I laid down, tucking myself under the covers so I could attempt to get some sleep as the driver's drove us to California. As normal, I put one of my hands under the pillow but there something there. I leaned on my elbow and pulled the black fabric out from under the pillow. It looked like a t-shirt as I unfolded it and laid it  on the pillow. My eye's widened.

I knew this t-shirt. I used to own this t-shirt. It was my Blink-182 shirt I kept at Alex's for whenever I stayed over (which was quite often back then). I tight fabric streched over the pillow as I laid it out tighter. Why did Alex have this? I quickly tried rolling it back up to stuff it back under his pillow, when it crunched. I sat up with the shirt on my lap. I shook it and two pieces of paper fell out. One I knew immeadiatly. I unfolded the letter I had left years ago, re-reading my harsh words. I swallowed back my tears as I stuffed it back inside the t-shirt.

The other piece was a picture that we took at a photo kiosk in a mall one time. We were pulling funny faces in the first one, in the second one Alex and me were posing like scene kids. Our fringes were over our eyes and we were pouting like pre-madonna's. In third, Alex had his arm over my shoulder, pulling him close to him. Lastly, in the fourth one, we were kissing. My hands shook as I held the slipply card, staring at everything we had.

I heard movement that wasn't coming from the bus driving, so I quickly stuffed the picture, letter and shirt back under Alex's pillow. "Stop it Christie." I heard Zack sleep talk across the hall from me. I chuckled lightly. When I heard it was quiet again, I drew the curtains open and hopped out, hoping not to make any noise. I crept down the hall to the front lounge and slid the door open. Alex wasn't asleep either. He smiled up at me. "What's up with you dreamyhead?" He asked sleepily. I smiled at the sound of my old nickname.

"Couldn't sleep." I repiled, sliding the door closed. He nodded. "I was until Zack decided to have a wet dream about Christie." I giggled and sat next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head.

*Alex POV*

I storked her red hair, rubbing my cheek and nose against it. She wrapped herself around my middle, grasping me tightly. "I'm sorry Alex. I really am." She said into my chest. I smiled weakly. "I know you are. You don't have to apologize anymore." She nodded. "I still feel terrible for doing that to you." I kissed her forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear. I noticed something. I stroked the small ink tattoo on the side of her neck. "When did you get this?" She chuckled, touching my hand.

"I went with Trace, so I had one too." She shifted her head and lifted up her hair so I could see it properly. It was three small stars and one bigger heart. Inside the hearts was a cursuive letter A. I followed it's outline. "What does it stand for?" I questioned. She smiled. "Alex. The A stands for Alex. The three stars stand for Trace, Holly and my mom. Everything important in my life." I nodded as she looked back at me, fixing that side of her hair.

"I guess we still loved each other, no matter how much we hated each other." I stated. She nodded. "I never hated you. I just didn't like you sometimes." I chuckled at her response. I ruffled her hair. "You're such a charmer." I said. The intense heat grew around us. I could hear Jack lecturing me already, but it was already too late. Before I could rationlise anything, Jasey had her hands on either side of my face and kissing me lightly.

She pushed me down onto the couch, already yanking at my clothes. I was tugging at hers, tossing and turning, kissing and squeezing, trying to get to each other as quick as posisble. In a matter of minutes, we were together like we were earlier but this time, we managed to finish what we started. Afterwards, I held her tightly against me, playing with her hands and comparing them to my own. Just like I used to.

Liana promised not to tell anyone about the small possibility that Pete actually might be Sammy’s father.

Out of the three possibilities, I really didn’t know who I wanted. I didn’t come out of my room for the morning, as I was just trying to think who I wanted it to be, and who I thought it was. Deep down, I knew who it was. Whenever I look at her, I saw him but now I see a bit of all three of them. Will’s features, Gabe’s lanky body, Pete’s personality. In a way, she belonged to all three of them.

Someone knocked on my door at around 8 in the morning. I gulped and got off my bed and answered it. It was Haley and Nicole. “Hey guys.” I greeted. They didn’t look happy. “Can we have a word?” Haley asked. I nodded and let them both into my room before shutting my door. “Okay, why the hell didn’t you even tell anyone one of us about this?” I looked from Nicole back to Haley, then back again.

“What are you talking about?” I stuttered. Nicole rolled her eyes. “Your baby Grace.” She forced out, biting her finger. I looked down. “The baby you’re having Grace. Patrick’s baby.” Haley said softly walking up to me. I smiled a little at the sound of Trick’s name. “I wasn’t going to have it, I mean. We just got signed and I thought I was going to get rid of it.” I explained. Nicole’s eyes widened. “You were going to have an abortion?” She questioned.

I nodded. “Patrick managed to find me and stop me before I did anything. He convinced me that it’ll be okay. Pete said we can record around me.” I reasoned. Haley hugged me. “How did you even find out, I mean. When did you take the test?” I gulped and looked around for an answer, or just prayed for a distraction. “About two days ago.” I quickly answered. “I was late, so I tried that reason and it was the right one it seems.” They seemed to believe me. “Patrick just announced it downstairs, so we thought we’d hear it from you.” Nicole said, hugging me from the side.

I nodded and hugged them both. “You coming downstairs then honey?” Haley asked. I shook my head. “I’ll be down later. I promise.” I swore. They glanced at each other but nodded. “See you then.”  Nicole said, dragging Haley out of the room. I slapped my forehead when the door shut and fell back onto my bed. Patrick didn’t have to do that. I needed to get this whole Sammy thing out of the way first before I even announced to anyone I was having a baby.

Ten minutes later, my door opened. I looked up and Patrick was standing there, smiling sweetly. He shut the door and came to sit on my bed. He rubbed my leg. “Hi honey.” He said. I looked at him, smiling weakly. “Hey.” I croaked. He glanced to the floor, chewing his lips slightly. “Patrick, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up so I opposite him.

He inhaled deeply and took my hands. “You ready to find out who Sammy’s real father is?” I stopped breathing, my eyes widened. “The results...” He nodded. “They’re talking to Pete now. We can go in and find out, or you can hear over the phone.” I didn’t say anything at first. “Grace?” I shook my head and looked at him.

“Do you want to hear it from them, or over the phone?” I gulped. “I’ll come down and get the phone.” I said quietly. He nodded and walked me down the stairs and into the kitchen. William and Gabe were sat at the table, waiting nervously to find out if they were a father. I walked into the kitchen, leaving Patrick in the dining room with Willa and Gabe.

Pete was talking on the phone. “Yes, I understand...” He looked at me. “She’s right here.” He held the phone out to me. My hands were shaking when I took it. “Hello?” My voice came out in a small whisper. “Hello Grace, I’m Martha. You remember?” I gulped. “Yes, I remember.” She sighed in relief. “Oh good. Okay. Your result’s came back in about 30 minutes ago. Would you like to hear them now?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly.

I heard the fumbling of someone messing about with different papers. “Okay. I must ask you if you’re you want to find out this way. Many prefer a more personal approach.” I sighed. “Please, just tell me.” Pete looked at me and took my spare hand.

“Miss. Siska, Mr. Saporta proved negative and Mr. Beckett proved positive. Sammy’s real father is William Beckett.”

I didn’t know whether I was glad and relieved, or shocked and horribly surprised. “Thank you.” I said quickly, hanging up the phone. “Well, who is it?” Pete immediately asked. I looked at him. “He needs to hear first Pete.” He gulped and nodded.

I took a deep breath before stepping out into the dining room. William and Gabe both looked up. Looking at William now, I could see all of Sammy’s features. I knew all along that he was her father, even when I found out I was pregnant. I knew it was him. I gulped. “Will.” I said quietly. “Yeah?” He asked, worry prominent in his tone. “She’s yours.”

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“Popcorn?” Joe asked. Laura nodded as Joe started ordering popcorn and huge soda’s for them to devour. “How could one man eat so much popcorn?” Laura asked as they flooded into the theatre. “I have a never-ending stomach that’s lined with Chinese food. So, I can eat any amount of anything. And weed helps.” Her eyes rolled as they sat down. “That does no good for you Joe. Weed isn’t great.” He shrugged. “Works for me.” Laura shook her head and stole a handful of popcorn as they settled into their cinema seats.

The film started and everyone went quiet. The film was said to be scary but Joe just found it amusing while Laura always jumped. At one point Laura jumped straight into Joe’s chest, scared stupid by some guy with chainsaw. She looked up again into bright blue eyes. They stared down back at her as he got closer and closer. Laura sat back in her own seat quickly before Joe managed to touch her. He sighed and picked up his popcorn bucket from the floor. He glanced over at the tense and awkward girl next to him. He smiled and did the cheesiest move he could think of.

He pretend to yawn and stretched his left arm in the air, he then rested his arm on Laura’s shoulder. He felt her shoulders move as she chuckled. She shook her head, still laughing quietly and tapped his hand. She didn’t move it, because she felt comfortable with him touching her. Just not kissing him yet. Joe relaxed and settled with his arm around her, watching the teenage girls scream as a psychopath chased them through some woods. He felt something hit his cheek.

He looked in Laura’s direction and she indeed did have popcorn in her hand, aimed at Joe’s face. She was chuckling throwing small lumps of popcorn at him. He deflected some with his arms but there was defiantly some in his hair. He grabbed a handful himself from his popcorn bucket and threw them at Laura. She looked like a small child playing with her best friend. She continued throwing popcorn at him until he threw some back. “Don’t throw things at me Joe.” She quoted. He laughed, looking away for one moment. The next minute, it was like a popcorn waterfall over his face. He gasped and looked in Laura’s direction.

She was holding the now empty popcorn bucket. She was laughing hysterically at him, pointing at his hair. Joe rolled his eyes and started tickling her sides. He learnt from the amount of times he’d seen Grace tickle her, she was ticklish pretty much everywhere. “Stop it!” She screamed. Every other person in the cinema looked at them, telling them to be quiet. Joe didn’t and continued tickling her until she fell on the floor with him on top. A light shined on them, coming from a theatre worker and a torch. “Okay you two; get out now before you make more of a mess.” They were laughing as they were escorted out of the theatre and outside.

“Oh god, that was so funny.” Laura said, leaning against the wall. Joe was looking the window, using the reflection to pick all the popcorn bits out of his hair. “God, this is gonna take forever to get out.” He complained, straining each curl straight and yanking out the popcorn with his spare hand. Laura laughed louder. “What?” Joe asked, walking up to her. “You sounded just like a girl just then.” He shook his head and leaned one hand on the brick wall. “What am I going to do with you?” Laura shrugged, still chuckling. He smirked evilly, but in a good way. He bent down and lifted Laura over his shoulder. She screamed as he started carrying her away. “Put me down Joe!” She yelled. “Never!” He yelled back as he walked back to his smart car.

“Melody. What are you doing?” Grace asked as she sat down on the floor with her daughter. Her son sat on her lap. The three year old smiled at her mother and showed her picture. Grace took the glittered covered card and looked at the drawings on it. It was a picture of Jess and Pete. In wonky writing above them was ‘Welcome Bronx.” Even though she couldn’t spell properly she had spelt it all right. “Aw, Mel. That’s so nice for your Uncle Pete.” She smiled and hugged her mother’s neck.

“Mommy?” Grace nodded, stroking her son’s blonde hair as he was lying on her stomach. “You’re having a baby like Auntie Jess?” She nodded. “Yeah honey.” Melody put her ear to her mother’s stomach. “Daddy says the baby kicks when it wants to say hi. Will he kick for me?” Grace smiled and shrugged. “Trying saying hi, maybe you’ll feel something.” Melody clapped her little hands and leant her cheek on her mother’s bump again. “Hi little baby. I’m you big sister Melody. I can’t wait for you to come out.” She said sweetly. Melody felt a small tap on her cheek. She gasped and sat up, clapping. “Baby kicked for me!” She exclaimed. Grace chuckled and kissed her young daughter’s forehead.

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In the next hour, Will and Gabe both had their blood drawn which was immediately sent off for testing. They said it would take at least 12 hours for the results to come through, so Pete suggested we all head back and get some shut eye.

William and Gabe were staying in a hotel near-by so we dropped them off with an awkward silence. When we got back to the house, I avoided everyone and went straight to bed, hoping to get some peace. Patrick tried coming up with me so he could comfort me but I said I needed some peace to think.

I just laid down in my bed with no lights on, just replaying the times I sleep with Will and Gabe, trying to decide who was Sammy’s dad – and more importantly- who I wanted it to be.  I pretended to be asleep when both Trick and Pete kissed my forehead saying goodnight and when Liana came to bed. I heard her on the phone, most likely to Brendon who was flying down tomorrow. After she hung up, I heard her creep to my bedside and tap my shoulder. “Goodnight honey.” She said quietly before getting back into her own bed.

I covered my head with the duvet and shut my eyes, just praying for sleep to take me over.

I hate being drunk, but I just enjoy the buzz. It gives you the happy feeling inside that erases any problems you might have. Whenever Pete brings me, he tells the bartender not to let anyone buy anything for me but they always do. Vodka after vodka until Pete drags me back to his house to sleep off my hangover. I wiped my mouth to get rid of any vomit that might be lingering there and stumbled out to sink to wash my face and rinse out my mouth. I had to balance myself on the walls until I could open the door. As soon as I did, I barged into someone. “Whoops!” I giggled.

The guy sighed and held me straight. “Come on Grace, I think someone’s had enough.” I knew that voice. “Petey. I forgot you were here.” I slurred. He breathed deeply and lifted me up into the bridal position. “Whoa! You could have asked first you silly man.” I gabled, slapping his chest. “Yeah, well. Let’s go.” He started carrying out of the club and down the street for a couple of blocks. The cold air made me want to throw up again, but I managed to keep it down. “I want to go home.” I whined with a slur. “You’re coming back with me until you’re sober and don’t stink of vomit.” He replied, rolling his eyes. “I do not. I smell of pretty flowers.” I said cheerily. He smiled slightly. “Sure you do honey. Sure you do.” I leant my head on his chest. “I love you Pete and don’t you ever, ever forget that.” I slurred. “I love you too.” He said with no emotion.

I reached up to touch his face and kissed him. He was taken a-back but replied more forcefully then I wanted to remember. The rest was a blur, a drunken memory which I had blocked. The last thing I remember was waking up in Pete’s bed. I opened my eyes and I saw his bare back with his tattoo sitting tensely beside me. I caressed his back and his position suddenly changed as he took my hand and kissed my palm. “You’re awake.” He whispered. I smiled weakly, trying to sit up. My head throbbed and I had no clothes on, but I didn’t think anything of it then.

I woke up, covered in sweat. I sat up quickly and looked beside me. Liana wasn’t there so it must be morning. I pulled the duvet off my body and went to the window, opening the curtain. The sun shone brightly, but it was covered slightly by clouds so it was early morning.

I went back to my bed, finding an outfit Pete had left me. It was my black shorts, pink tights and his white ‘Break Dance, Not Hearts.’ Shirt. His hoodie was lying next to it. The tartan bat-heart hoodie that he had obviously left for me. The bat-heart stood out, bringing my faded dream to a clearer memory. I remember that bat-heart on skin, on top of me.

I remembered Pete’s face has he was on top of me, his smile when I said that we could.

His breath in gasps.

My eyes widened.

I collapsed onto my floor, leaning beside my bed. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” I said in hysterics, trying to catch my breath. Liana walked back in, towel drying her hair.

She dropped the towel and ran to my side, leaning down. “What’s wrong?” I gulped, looking away. “Gabe and Will. They might not be Sammy’s father.” Liana gasped. “Who the hell could it be?!” I didn’t reply so Liana shook me. “Who else could it be Grace?!”

“Pete. I slept with Pete.” I admitted.

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After three more long hours of contractions, the doctor finally came in and after checking Jess’s dilation, was ready to go. “Okay then Jess, you ready to deliver this baby?” The doctor asked the pained woman lying in the bed. She nodded. Jess grabbed the railings and pushed as hard as she could. Then fell back. “Okay Jess, that’s great. The first and last are always the hardest.” The doctor said from between her legs. She lurched forward again, screaming through her clenched teeth. Pete was still rubbing her back and stroking her hair when she was lying down. Jess fell back, out of breath and crying. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t.” She pleaded. “Yes you can Jess. You can do it.” Pete reassured her. “Okay Jess, you can stay lying down now. So if you want to push really hard for me.” The doctor said. Grace grabbed Jess’s hand as she pushed. Her hand was numb when Jess relaxed again. The doctor smiled from between Jess’s legs. “Okay Jess, I can see the baby’s head now so one more big push should do it.” Jess nodded.

“Ready. Three. Two. One.” Jess screamed and yelled until she fell back breathless. “Congratulations, you have a baby boy.” The doctor said, taking the thing over to the nurses. Pete, for one looked ecstatic. “We have a son baby. We have a little boy.” He repeated to Jess. Jess smiled, still trying to catch her breath. Grace smiled and let go of Jess’s hand. The nurse brought the small newborn over in the blue blanket, handing him straight to Jess who had, with Pete’s help, managed to sit up. She took the small baby in her arms with Pete hovering over her. “He looks so much like you.” Jess whispered, looking lovingly into Pete’s eyes. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, putting his finger on his son’s hand. The chid wrapped his small hand around his father’s finger. “Well, hello there Bronx.” Grace raised an eye-brow. “Bronx?” She asked. Jess looked over at her, a sarcastic smile on her face. “Pete wanted an unusual name, but I said Bronx was okay as it’s not child abuse.” Grace chuckled, watching the couple coo over their newborn son.

Joe was asleep on Andy now by this point and Patrick was pacing up and down. They had been there for at least, nine hours and there was no news whether the new Wentz child had arrived, or was still in Jess somewhere. Grace finally emerged, the dark circles under her eyes overpowering her face. Patrick raced to her side, wrapping her up in a hug.  “Wake them up Trick.” Grace ordered sleepily. He kicked Andy’s leg, which resulted in Joe waking up when his cushion disappeared beneath him. They both looked up at Grace, who cleared her throat. “I’m pleased to announce that you guys have a small little nephew.” Joe clapped and Andy cheered briefly before falling back to sleep. “What did they call him?” Joe asked. Grace blinked quickly, leaning on Patrick’s shoulder. “Bronx.” She said, holding Patrick while she tried staying awake. “Surely that’s child abuse.” Joe stated. Grace chuckled and shut her eyes.

Everyone headed home quickly, except from Pete and Jess of course who had to stay with Bronx. Joe and Andy just crashed at Patrick’s, save them the long journey back to their place. Laura was wide awake with the kids when they all collapsed through the door. Grace and Patrick headed straight for their room; Andy hit the other spare room while Joe napped in Laura’s room. “Sorry about the mess and stuff.” Laura said for the third time as Joe lay down. “It’s fine. I’ve lived with Pete and Patrick remember?” Laura chuckled as he collapsed on the bed. Laura was about to shut the door when Joe quickly asked. “What time is this movie?” Laura smiled. “2. But you’ll be asleep.” He smiled, even though half his face was covered by the pillow. “You’ll be surprised how much sleep I need.” He said, seduction in his tone. Laura shook her head and shut the door.

“Melody, keep it down. Your mum and dad are trying to sleep honey!” Laura half shouted, half spoke. “Sorry Auntie Laura.” The young girl said, sucking on her fingers. She smiled as the girl went back to her dolls on the floor. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Laura turned around, facing a bright and cheery Joseph Trohman. “Grace is up, want to go now?” Laura smiled, grabbing her bag and coat. Grace was walking down the stairs as they shut the door. “Bye then.” She said, walking into the living room to watch over her children.

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: *Alex Gaskarth*

I know she hopes I choke on this last drink,
drop dead before my influence gets to her head...
She said, "I'll love you forever, or find something better.
It's all just the same as when we sleep together.
We wake up with headaches, and trouble remembering
what went wrong..."

Stay seventeen,
the party scene has got the best of me and you,
we've got to let this go...

The Party Scene: All Time Low

*Jasey POV*

I needed to pull myself together. No, what I needed was for Trace stop banging on about the possibility of us having kids with my fucking ex-boyfriend around. Well, Trace doesn't know it was Alex that fucked me up. So he would bring it up if he thought it was an okay time. I wiped my eyes quickly and stood up, straightening out my clothes before taking a deep breath. I opened the cubicle door and no one was in there. "Trace?" I asked. I pulled open the bathroom door and Trace was there, leaning against the wall. "Hey. Are you feeling better?" He said sweetly, rubbing my arms. I nodded, looking behind him for Alex.

"I'm sorry to bring it up again honey. I should learn to keep my mouth shut." I heard Trace say. I nodded. "It's okay. Just wait until after this tour's over, yeah?" I said, still looking over his shoulder for Alex. "Listen, Fall Out Boy are still doing their set, want to go and watch?" I shook my head, finally giving up on searching for Alex. "I'm okay. I'm gonna go back onto the bus. You can watch though." He smiled and hugged me, leaning his head on mine. "Okay, just be careful." I smiled and nodded. "I will. Go have fun." He leant down to kiss me but I had turned away before he could.

"Love you Janey!" I sighed, biting my lip. "You too Trace!" I ran outside and headed straight for the bus. I needed to think really hard about who I was going to pick. Trace or Alex? Alex or Trace? I climbed onto the bus and headed striaght for my bunk, hoping to have some peace. I opened the curtains and was confronted by none other then Alex Gaskarth. "Alex, what the hell are you doing in my bunk?" I asked as he fiddled with his phone. "I just had an interesting phone call from my friend Haley." I gulped. "And what's that got to do with me exactly?" I asked quickly. "Haley Williams from Paramore. She never mentioned you were her step-sister."

I looked away from him. "See, she knew how fucked up I was. I told her about you, and she didn't even fucking mention you!" He yelled, pointing at me. "She knew how much of a fucking drunk I was! How messed up I was! She knew everything about you, and she never even said anything about you! Probably because you were so fucking happy in your new life!" I slapped him, the vibration of my hand and his cheek stinging my hand. "You want to know how fucking messed up I was." I pulled up my sleeves, revealing all the old memories he left with.

*Alex POV*

I didn't realise how messed she was over our break up. I stared at the ancient scars on her arms. You had to look really close to actually make them out. "See, you weren't the only one that was messed up Alex." I softly stroked down her arms. "I missed you so much, especially about a year after I left. Trace was there to pick up the pieces." I nodded, holding her amrs. "I want to be with you Alex, but Trace was there to catch when, as it were." She took her arms away. "Jasey, you have to do what makes you happy. If that means being with me, then you have to do it,"

"We can't stay seventeen Alex, no matter how much we want to." She said, touching my arm. She kissed her other hand and brushed it against my lips. "See you around Alex." She whispered. "Jasey, please. I love you." I pleaded. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I love you too, but it has to be this way." I nodded, chewing my lips together. I left the bus, knowing that was probably the last time me and Jasey would ever touch in a loving way again. The cold air was a complete contrast to the humid air of the afternoon.

I headed back to the ignoring Jack's inqustion to where I've been, how long they've been looking for me. I went striaght for my bunk, crawling up into a ball, hugging myself like I was keeping myself together. Jasey had her decision, and it wasn't me.

*Jasey POV*

It took alot not to cry, but I knew I had made the right choice in picking Trace. He loves me and I loved him, maybe not in the same way as Alex, but it was enough to get me by. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My calming mood was interrupted by Trace slamming the door shut, who seemed shocked but was most definatly furious. "He was the guy in Maryland, the one that fucked you up!" My eyes widened, trying to grab Trace's arms. "Alex fucking Gaskarth!" He hissed as I managed to restrian him.

"Trace, calm down. Nothing happened. I told him it was me and you." He didn't seem to believe me. "Janey, I was planning on spending the rest of my life with you! But I can't do that if you really want him!" I stared at him. "Trace, I want you. Just you." He chuckled sacastically. "I want to be with you Alex, but Trace was there to catch me. Sound familar?" I gulped, letting his arms go. "Trace, it was a long time ago." His eye-brows raised. "Does he know Jasey? Have you told him your little secret?" I looked away from him. "Oh, this is just too good. He doesn't know about Holly!" My mood turned from upset and worried to furious.

"Do not mention her!" I yelled, tears making another appearence. "You were planning on telling him right?" I sighed. "That's my business." He smiled evily. "You were never going to do it. You're such a bitch Jasey." I slapped him harder then I had slapped Alex. He covered his cheek. "Don't you dare, ever, talk about her like that. Holly didn't deserve what happened, you know she didn't. So don't call me a bitch for protecting her!" I spat at him. He shook his head. "Y'know, everyone thinks you're so innocent in all this Jasey. But I know you aren't." He pushed me aside, reaching under my pillow, gripping the picture he knew I would keep there.

"I think Alex deserves to see this." He hissed, barging out of the bus. I followed him, trying to pull him back by his arms. "Trace, leave it please. I'm begging!" I pleaded. He yanked the door to All Time Low's bus open and stormed inside. "Trace, please leave him!" I cried, tears flowing down my cheeks. "What the fuck Cyrus?!" Jack yelled, as he was sat in the front lounge. "Oh, you can have her back!" He yelled, throwing me onto the floor of the bus. "Jack raced to my side. "You don't do that to girls you dickhead!"

The rest of the guys heard and raced to the front lounge. Zack in his working out gear, Rian looked half-asleep and Alex's eyes were sore where he had been obvisouly crying. Trace smirked darkly at him. "Oh Alex, you remember Jasey don't you?" He stared at him. "That's enough Trace." He hissed, helping Jack lift me up. "Okay, get out Cyrus." Zack said, threatening him. Trace stared up at him, knowing he would be a pulp if he even dared. He threw the picture at Alex's feet. "Have fun with her guys." And as soon as he was here, he was gone.

"Jasey?" Jack asked. I looked up in his eyes and smiled weakly. "Hey Jack." I said weakly as they sat me down on the couch. Rian had taken Alex's place next to me. Jack hugged me hard, before kissing my forehead. "You've changed honey." I nodded. "I know. You have too Barakat. No more two-toned hair." I said, ruffling his fringe. "Jasey, what the fuck is this picture?" Alex asked. I looked up at him. Zack looked at it too. "Hey, that's a cute baby." Zack said, taking the picture from Alex. I didn't look at any of them. Jack got given the picture. "Jasey? Is that you with that baby?" I looked at Alex, who had I think clicked what the picture was.

"You had a baby?" Alex asked. I didn't answer. Jack flipped the picture over. "Jasey Rae and Holly. 2005." He said quietly. Alex stormed to his bunk. "Alex, wait!"

*Hello there everyone. Hope you're all okay. This chapter's pretty long mainly because of the amount of lyrics I've used. xD Comment/Buzz and enjoy*

:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: *Alex Gaskarth*

Now I'm a changed man
But as a boy I was so true
The world can't protect you
It's true
Not like money will
You want some bread now?
Just promise me
You'll never make me believe you
It's true
No one hears you in this room
It's Warmer In The Basement: Cobra Staship

*Jasey POV*

I like watching everyone's set at shows. I watched Hey Monday's set and quickly made sure I was settled for Metro Station's set. Trace always made sure I was there to watch him perform so as you can tell. Whenever Trace went on tour, I did as well. I was seen as the band mascot I suppose. The lights went down slightly and I heard the audience scream as Trace, Mason, Blake and Anthony ran on stage. I was leaning against the wall on the left side of stage, so no one in the audience could see me. They started off with Seventeen Forever.

"One mistake for being together..." I quietly sang along before I felt someone wrap their arms around my middle. I ripped their arms away and spun around, facing Alex. "Leave me alone." I hissed. He chuckled. "That's not what you said earlier..." He whispered. My nails dug into my palms as I restrained myself from slapping him. "Forget it happened. It won't happen again." I spat. He was still smiling. "You know what? I never thought you were so experimental with sex, I mean in a public place with your fiance just down the hall and...."

I quickly covered his mouth and pushed him against a wall. "Listen to me Alex, earlier should have never happened. Can you please forget it happened so we can both move on?" I pleaded. "Please?" He nodded as I took my hand away. He quickly leant down and his lips collided with mine. I don't know how long we were kissing for but when Alex let me go, I slapped him. During this whole fight, I had managed to miss most of Metro Station's set so Trace was just saying goodnight to the crowd when I appeared at the side of stage again. He quickly handed over his guitar, grabbed a towel and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hey babe." He said, rubbing his head with a towel. I smiled. "Hey. Good crowd?" I asked as we walked back to their dressing room.

"Amazing. You enjoy it?" No sorry, I was too busy enjoying my ex-boyfriend's mouth. "It was great. I'm goning to watch the rest, if that's cool?" He nodded and went to talk Mason. My heels clicked as I walked back to the stage and All Time Low's set. They were playing Dear Maria, Count Me In when I managed to get to the side. I watched Alex perform and was immeadatly enchanted. His lips that had just touched my own were singing so beautifully. He glanced to the side and saw me watching.

"Hey you guys, I feel like an oldie. Who's up for that?" He asked into the mic. The crowd screamed. "What were you thinking my friend?" Jack asked. He smiled at me. "How does everyone like Jasey Rae?" The crowd went insane. They burst into the song that I never listened to, and always skipped.

Lights out,
I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes,
To speak up,
Speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

Now there's an aching in my back;
a stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense and confidence,
to bring an end to promises,
that I make in times of desperate conversation,
hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end.
Just say when.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.
Call me a name,
Kill me with words,
Forget about me,
It's what I deserve,
I was your chance,
to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car,
and left you to,

Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.

*Alex POV*

I glanced back in Jasey's direction and she was crying her eyes out. I felt so gulity but she needed to know how I felt. "Hey Alex, I think we have time for one more song. Want to get your guitar?" Jack stated. I nodded, pulling the strap of my eletetric guitar off my shoulder and running to the side of stage to get my acoustic. Jasey was there, hiding her face as I handed my guitar to the tech and collecting my other one. I ran back on stage, strumming my guitar at the same time.

"Uh, I want to dedicate this song to someone very special. You know who you are. I love you." I said as I started the chords for Remembering Sunday. I looked over at Jasey who was trying so hard to hide all of her emotions. "I wrote this song about a bad experience in my life and I just want to let someone know, if you want me. I'm waiting."

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days
Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs
Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in
Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me
Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut
Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside
Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me
The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be
I'm not coming back (forgive me)
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling)
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy, I'm)
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head
Well I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home

The crowd screamed as we all waved goodbye. I quickly ran off to find Jasey had already gone. "Dude, why did you wanna sing Jasey Rae?" Jack asked as we started walking back to our dressing room. "I thought I saw Jasey in the crowd." I lied quickly. Jack's jaw dropped. "Was she close to the front dude?! I wanna see her again." I shrugged as we walked past Metro Station's dressing room. "Fuck you Trace! I don't need this from you!" I heard a woman yell. The door flew open and Jasey stormed out and past me. "That chick has some temper." Zack muttered, walking past.

I ran after her, even after hearing Jack yelling at me to leave it. I followed her into the bathroom's we were in earlier. I opened the door and kncoked on the door to the locked cubicle. "Jasey, let me in. It's Alex." I heard her small choked sobs. "Just leave me alone Alex. Please." She pleaded. The door opened and Trace walked in. He gave me a small smile and knocked on the door. "Janey, let me in babe. I'm sorry to bring it up again." She sniffled. "Just leave me alone Trace." She hissed. I tapped his shoulder and singalled we should probably leave her alone for a few minutes to calm down.

"She has some temper." I stated as soon as the door was shut. Trace chuckled, but didn't smile. "Kids were always a touchy subject with her." I raised my eye-brows. "Huh?" He leant against the wall. "Yeah, I just suggested that after we got married we could try for some kids." I nodded. "Why? Don't must girls want to be mom's?" He sighed. "She hates me talking about it. It's her personal business, y'know?" I nodded and left Trace by the bathroom. Why did Jasey hate talking about kids? My phone rang. "Hey Haley, what do I owe this pleasure?"

This wasn’t right. This was all wrong and messed up. I suddenly opened my eyes, pushing myself off him. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Sorry.” We both said in unison. I wanted to scream and shout at him, he was a married man but at the same time, I wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be alright. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He said, kicking the wall.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Basically meaning, I won’t tell Ashlee if he keeps it quiet around Patrick. He looked up at me. “This all such a fucking mess.” He said, running his fingers through his tattered hair. I nodded and put my hand on his arm. “Pete, I don’t love you lie that. You know that...”

“Please don’t remind me. I just thought if I actually made a move, you might...” I wiped under my eyes. “Pete, it’s not going to happen. Just please, you have Ashlee. That woman loves you to death, she’s having your child. Go back to her.” I whispered, before opening the door.

Liana was leaning against the wall by the door. “One down, one to go.” I said, bounding up the stairs. “He’s in our room, just so you know.” Liana shouted up to me when I reached the top of the stairs. I smiled and quickly ran back down the stairs and hugged. “No, get up there and tell the father of that child it’s still there.” She said, swallowing her tears. “Thanks for being there Li.” I said, hugging her tighter. “Go, now you stupid girl.” I nodded and ran back up the stairs.

I inhaled deeply as I opened the door to my room. If any fan saw the man that was sitting on my bed, they’d be scared. He was sobbing quietly, his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked up at me, his eyes so sore. I swallowed everything in my mouth and shut the door. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before looking at Trick again.

He had moved so he was stood up beside my bed. I ran into him as he ran into me. I started crying with him as we held each other. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” I repeated in hysteria. He nodded, holding my face up. “I didn’t get rid of it, you managed to stop me.” I said quietly, holding his face. He exhaled deeply, smiling widely before leaning my head on his chest. “You’re still pregnant?” He asked, wiping his cheeks in my hair. I nodded, wrapping my arms around his middle. He sighed in relief. I shut my eyes, inhaling his friendly scent.

We had a lot of talking to do, since it looked like we were having a baby an all, but Patrick mostly wanted to help me find out who, once and for all, who Sammy’s dad was. We decided I would tell Will and Gabe tonight and get them a paternity test the next day. I managed to get myself decent looking enough to head back downstairs and announce to my band, Ashlee, William and Gabe the news about Sammy. “I can’t do it Patrick. They’ll all hate me.” I said as he dragged me into the living room. “You can. I promise.”

I nodded and walked into the room where there was just Gabe and William sat with Pete. “They need to know first.” Pete said, guessing my confusion. I sighed, swallowing every ounce of my pride. “I’m surprised you managed to get here Will.” I began. He shrugged. “I wasn’t coming until Pete said you had something important to tell me.” He said, glaring at me. Patrick’s grip on me tightened. “Um, yeah I do.” I said. “Please, do continue.” He said, ushering me.

“Gabe.” He looked up. “Yeah hon?”  I sighed. “You know when you saw me, you thought you knew me from somewhere?” He nodded. “Well, I have met you before.” I started.

“I was thirteen when I met you, at your last Midtown show in Chicago. You were quite drunk and, well, we slept together.” I admitted. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “What?” I inhaled. “That’s not it either. You see, after that I slept with William, because we liked each other and that resulted in a pregnancy.” I said quickly.

I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “You were pregnant? That’s why you left Chicago?” Will inquired. I nodded. “Did you have the thing?” I looked up at Pete, who sighed. “Yes, she did. I was with her.” Gabe and Will looked up at him. “Where is he or she?” Gabe asked.

“Gabe, Sammy’s Grace’s daughter. She’s nothing to do with me.” He said, pointing in my direction.

They both stared at me. “Which one of us is the father?” William asked. “I don’t know. You guys need to have a paternity test, so the dad can donate to Sammy.” They both looked shocked and horrified. I looked away for a moment.

“I’ll do it.” Will stated.

I stared at him. “Test me. If she’s mine, I’ll donate. I’ll help look after her.” I looked at Gabe. “I’ll do the same.” I nodded and looked at Pete who had grabbed his car keys. “Hospital guys. We can have this done right now.”

“Once and for all.” I whispered. Patrick kissed my temple. “Once and for all.”

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My second time seeing Fall Out Boy. :)

I must say, it was definatly more fun then the first, even though the first will always be dear to my heart as it was so special.

Okay, I woke up at seven in the morning as due to excitment, I couldn't sleep. Although, it take me three hours to get ready. xD In my yellow jeans, Folie A Duex tour shirt and red Converse (Yeah, I'm cool. xD) I was ready to get to my friend's house, Laura (lauralikelollipops). When I got to hers, whih as about 11 am, we pretty much straight away left for Cardiff. It's only about an hour and a half's drive, but it is techniqually in a different country. xD

We has something to eat and then went to queue. Even though we had Early Entry (God, I lov ebeing an OCK) we were in the queue by 2 in the after noon. We joined my friends at the front who had been there since 8 that morning and who hadn't seen since I went to Birmingham to see Fall Out Boy. (19th October 2008).  So after about 2 hours worth of queing and one hilarious thing (Little ginger kid throwing popcorn at this guy's van, with two guy's inside shouting boo.) we went in to get or Early Entry wristbands and stuff.

I gave my name to the dude and he gave me two bright yellow wristbands and told me to queue just across the room, by the big sign saying OCK EARLY ENTRY: QUEUE HERExD

We talked to a few kids in the line and waited until 5.30, when we were meant to go in but ended up not going in until 6.15.  Me and Laura quickly ran into the arena and grabbed a good spot, holding the barrier where Joe would stand right in front of us. We both bought a t-shirt and waited. The Meet & Greet guys were already in there, which included my friends. Jealousssss.

So, Hey Monday came on at about 7.30. To be honest, when I went to the gig, I didn't like Hey Monday, but seeing them live, I can safely say I'm a fan. xD They were so good, honestly, they were amazing and Casadee! My lord, that girl can sing. The bassist (I don't know his name), I blew him a kiss because he was always over our side and then kept staring at me and blowing me kisses the entire set, which made me smile. He was quite cute. :P

I always whore myself out at gigs. xD

SET LIST

Set Off

Run, Don't Walk

Should've Tried Harder

6 Months

Josey

Candles

Homecoming.

Then, we had one of my favourite bands, Kids In Glass Houses. They were really good, better than I thought they would be. The lead singer, Aled, after I again blew him a kiss blew me one and kept lifting up his shirt a little so we could check out his Calvin Klein boxers. ;)

And, it didn't help that he also had his flies un-done during the entire set. xD

SET LIST

Raise Hell

Dance All Night

Lovely Bones

NEW SONG

Easy Tiger

Saturday

Give Me What I Want.

Then, after half an hour the lights went down and the screaming began (Even though I was screaming when Diaz was tuning the guitars on stage). FALL OUT BOY WERE ON STAGE. Pete actually didn't talk much on stage becuase they had a lot of songs to get through but one thing happened wihich doesn't normally happen.

PATRICK TALKED! :o

Yes, you heard me right. Patrick Stump talked on stage. Made my life. He said he was going to tell us a story about why he doesn't talk much on stage because he did a bad job 6 years ago as they could only afford on microphone. xD Then he said he did this impression of Hairy Kerry (American baseball player i've been told) and since no one really knew who it was he asked us if we knew Family Guy.

After lots of screams Patrick's voice came out as Peter Griffin, and my lord, it was scaryingly uncanny. LOIS, GET THE MEDICAL DICIONARY AND LOOK UP FORK AND LUNG. TIME IS A FACTOR LOIS.

I swear, I laughed, scremed and hyperventalated all at the same time.

This kid got dragged out, a boy it was, between me and Laura, and he lost his trousers. We had to find his trousers and I accidently touched his area. HA!

Then, during Dance, Dance Joe winked at my friend Laura (And he loves him, you know you do.) and at one point, Patrick stared right into my eyes for like, 5 seconds. I love that man way too much for my own good.

FOB's set list was amazing, but they left after America's Suiteheart's and I knew that the show wasn't over until Saturday wasn't performed, so I started yelling FALL OUT BOY. FALL OUT BOY. Then, Pete's sercuity guard came on stage asking us if we knew how to do and encore. Soon, everyone was chanting FALL OUT BOY. FALL OUT BOY. Until they finally came out on stage again.

And, I believe Joe was drunk. He came back on and went to the other side to get his guitar and insteadof just running, he did a hilarious FORWARD ROLL TO THE STEPS. Made me laugh so much. Then when they went in Dance, Dance, Joe had no pick because Pete had used them all. xD So he ran and got a pick off this guy.

At the end of Saturday, Pete of course jumped into the audience but on the other side so I couldn't touch him. But it was funny seeing the fangirl's trying to rip his shirt off. xD

SET LIST

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - What a electric opening. I love this song live. :)

Thriller - Gah, blows me away with it's just amazing lyrics.

'A song about vampires.' As Pete lovingly introduced it. A Little Less Than Sixeen Candles, A Little More Touch Me.

Lullabye - On deluxe edtion of Folie A Duex, I was sort of crying.

American Boy Cover - Ha! Always makes me laugh when I hear that song.

I Don't Care - They had these amazing LCD lights in their guitars that flashed. The lighting was just immense.

Sugar, We're Goin' Down Feat. Casadee Pope at the end. - They're voices sound really cool together.

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner - Not a normal song to play live, but I love it. :)

Beat It - Ha, Patrick moaned again. made me smile.

Grand Theft Autum/Where Is Your Boy? - Patrick introduced thsi one asking us to do the diamonds. xD

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bade Bet - Laura and I had a bet going, saying if he could actually go that low. And he can, I won. ;) Very sexy, may I add.

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me - Diaz came out to help with the screaming.

Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes - I was crying, it was just so beatuiful. What FOB do to me.

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Patrick sounds so angry, haha. But I adore this song live.

She's My Winoa - :O No one belived they were playing this. It was so amazing.

America's Suitehearts - Lots of Dancing and jumping were involved. Haha. So much fun, and better live. I swear.

They went off, as mentioned.

ENCORE.

Dance, Dance - Patrick did his little 'Love' thing, which I have filmed. Mwhaha.

Saturday - Of course, all your energy goes into this song beause you know it's the end of the set. Amazing, as per usual.

Then, after the gig we bought more merch (Laura bought a Clandestine shirt and a poster, I just bought a poster. They have buuny rabbit ears on. :P) and we went home.

That was my night with Fall Out Boy.

Please come back soon. <3

Patrick loved watching Grace sleep. She looked like she did the first time he met her almost 5 years ago. She was currently curled up on their couch with her head on his lap, snoring lightly like she normally did. Her pregnancy was starting to show now, which made Patrick happy. He had always wanted to be a father, and he already had two kids and now another one on the way.

He didn’t want to go on tour, but Fall Out Boy needed too since they’re new record was coming out shortly. It was getting close to Christmas and Melody and Freddie were getting overly-excited that Santa (Normally Pete dressed in a huge red suit) was coming to give them presents. Grace always like to have Christmas just with the family, well in the morning so she could watch her children open their presents.

Patrick stroked her hair, smiling softly whenever she kicked and stirred. “Honey?” He asked quietly, Grace stirred so her face was directed towards the ceiling. She blinked a few times before opening her eyes. She smiled weakly before shutting her eyes and opening them again. “How long have I been asleep for?” She asked stretching.

He smiled and caressed her cheek. “Not long. 30 minutes tops.” Grace yawned and started sitting up before Patrick supported her back. “I’m fine babe.” She said chuckling, sitting upright. He sniggered, resting his hand on her growing belly. “Hello in there?” He asked, putting his face closer to her bump. “Why does everyone put their face down there?” Grace asked, taking Patrick’s hat and putting it on her head. “I like to the feel my baby kick. Problem?” Grace sighed and ruffled his hair. “I’m going to miss you so much when I go back on tour.” He stated, massaging her belly through her clothes.

Grace smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. She swallowed her small sobs. “I’m going to miss you too.” He kissed her stomach before resting his head on her chest. She kissed the top of his head. “I wish you could come with me.” Patrick said, wrapping his arms protectively around her middle. “I can’t babe, it was fine when they were younger but I can’t uproot them again for a tour honey.” Patrick lifted his head up so they were equal. “No need to be so harsh sweetheart.” He said weakly, stroking her cheek.

“We are going to miss you babe. All four of us.” Patrick chuckled, pecking her lips lightly. Grace lurched forward a little, chuckling into Patrick’s mouth. “Way to interrupt the moment kiddo, I actually thought I might get some tonight.” Grace shook her head, rubbing her belly. “You still might.” She whispered, standing up and grabbing Patrick’s hand. He smirked and followed her up the stairs. “Am I getting some tonight?” Patrick asked as they walked into their bedroom. Grace smirked and pulled his t-shirt over his head and started kissing his neck.

Patrick put his hands under her shirt, massaging her expanding stomach. In the mess of kisses and clothes, caresses and squeezes Grace and Patrick were underneath the sheets. Grace was on top until Patrick’s cell phone rang beside them. Patrick let go of Grace’s hips as she clambered off of him.

“Hello?... Pete, what’s wrong? Calm down. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

He hung up, and quickly jumped out of bed. “What’s wrong baby?” Grace asked, pulling the sheets over her chest. “Jess went into labour, she’s in hospital.” Grace, as quickly as she could, leapt out of bed and found her discarded clothes. Grace went and knocked on Laura’s door, asking to look after the kids for a few hours until Jess had the new Wentz baby. “Yeah sure.” Laura said, grabbing her phone. Joe obviously wouldn’t be able to make it for their date this afternoon to the movies with Jess in labour.

She sent him a quick text saying if he was still coming, even though Jess was having a baby at 1 o’clock in the morning. Joe quickly replied, saying he would still come if the baby was born by then but, if it takes after Pete, will be annoying and will take forever to come out.

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“Wentz! I swear we’re getting divorced as soon as this baby gets out of me!” Jess yelled again at Pete as she endured more pain. “Why can’t I have a fucking c-section! Or some more drugs or something!” Pete sighed, holding Jess’s hand. It had no feeling left now since Jess had been in labour for about five hours. Grace was on her other side, rubbing her back. “The pains worth it Jess. Soon, you’ll have a small, cute, pint-sized Pete in your arms and...”

“Why couldn’t we stop at one?! One was fucking enough!” Jess yelled before Grace could finish. She gulped, stifling a laugh. “Pete?” He looked up from his pained hand. “I hope you have a really good lawyer.” She said, getting back to rubbing Jess’s back. “Not helping Grace.” He hissed, caressing Jess’s hand.

“Alrighty, Jess. Let’s check on how dilated you are.” The doctor said cheerily going in-between Jess’s legs. “Oh god. Why can’t I have the thing now?!” She complained. “Well Jess, you’re almost there. You’re dilating well and we can probably start the delivery soon if you keep going at this rate.” Jess nodded, gasping for air. “You okay Pete?” She asked. He nodded.

“Please tell me, how long until we can actually deliver this baby?” The doctor looked at Jess then back to her charts. “Another few hours I’m afraid. Don’t worry Pete, it’ll be over before you know it.” He sighed as the doctor left. “I hope so, I’m going to have a broken hand otherwise.”

“What was that Pete?!” Jess shouted, lurching forward. “Nothing babe, just keep breathing.”

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3. Which band do you feel like seeing right now? I'm in a Panic at the Disco kinda mood about now.

*Hey everyone. I feel so bad for not upating this story in over a week. Really am. I saw FOB on Saturday and had to make sure all my homework was done and stuff. I'll be doing a blog about that soon.

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: *Alex Gaskarth*

Everything you say
Every time we kiss, I can't think straight
But I'm okay
And I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you
Months going strong now, and no goodbye
Unconditional, unoriginal
Always by my side
Meant to be together
Meant for no one but each other
You love me, I love you harder so
6 Months: Hey Monday

*Alex POV*

It felt good to kiss her again. She kissed the extact same way she used to, maybe even with a bit more intentisty which just added to the heat we were creating. I missed her so much, that I craved her now like a drug. I pulled my lips away slightly so that we could breathe a least a little easier. Her face was still between my hands, her eyes still closed. She looked like my Jasey. The one I fell for back in Maryland when we saw her on the swing in the park. "Jasey..." I whispered. "Sshhhh Alex." She whispered. "Let us enjoy this moment." I nodded.

"I'm sorry Alex." She said queitly, I kissed her forehead and nuzzled her hair. "It's alright Jasey. You're here now." Her hands fell down my chest, just grazing 'that' department. I gulped. "I need to go back to him Alex. He's gonna wonder where I am." I shushed her quickly. "Trace can wonder. Let us be together, even for a few moments." She kissed me, hard and unexpected. She pushed my back into the wall on the other side of the wall. Her hands were already up my t-shirt, trying to rip it off.

"What are you doing?" I asked, rubbing my fingers through her hair. She gulped and stepped back, throwing her waistcoat and t-shirt on the floor. "Being together for a few moments." My eyes widened at her body, the only real difference was the small scar on her stomach, or was a strech mark. She leapt on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I gripped her legs as she kissed me and sat her down by the sinks. As much as I knew this wasn't right, I just had to.

In the tangle of hands and kisses, demin and cotton, zips and buttons we were together at last.

*Jasey POV*

What the hell was I doing? I shouldn't be fucking Alex right now, I should be out in the bus with my fiance. But, for some reason Trace didn't exsist and it was only me and Alex, making the same mistakes and making the same messes we made when were seveteen."Alex." I moaned just before he kissed me. His body hadn't changed, just become more muscly and sculpted He had matured pyhsically, emotionally I wasn't sure. I didn't want to mess with him again. This was all so wrong but right at the same time.

"Janey! Are you in there babe?!" I heard Trace call. I pushed Alex off me. His face was as shocked and worried as mine was. "5 Seconds Trace!" I gasped, pulling up my underwear and trousers. Alex handed me my t-shirt and waistcoat and hid inside one of the stools. I wiped under my eyes and combed my hair with my fingers, hoping I didn't look to ruffled. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door. Trace's face lit up when he saw me. "What took you so long babe?" He asked, putting a arm at my waist.

"I felt sick." I lied. "I was relaxing, taking some time in calming myself down." He nodded, feeling my forehead. "You are a little hot. Maybe you should go lie down in your bunk." I nodded as we left the bathroom. I glanced back to the door as Trace started directing out of the arena. Alex came out and walked a few feet behind us. We walked outisde where fans were already queing to get inside. They all started screaming when Trace waved at them from behind the gate. I slapped his chest. "Don't wind them up. Go sign stuff, I'll go back to the bus."

He smiled weakly, kissing my lips lightly. Then he walked up to the gate and started signing stuff through the gate railings. "Close call." I heard some whisper. I turned around the face Alex. "That was a mistake Alex. One big, messy mistake." I said, storming back to Metro Station's bus. "You're the one who started it Jasey. I didn't ask you to take your clothes off." He said, following me. I found our bus in the lot and Alex leant against the door before I could open it. "Alex, just leave me alone. This never happened." I hissed, pushing him aside.

"Oh it happened Jasey." He said, grabbing my arm. "And you know as much as I do that you wanted it to happen." I shut my eyes. "Alex, I'm marrying Trace. Please." He blinked away his tears and let go of my arm.  H ebent his face down. "I love you Jasey. I'll be waiting for you." He said queitly in my ear before retreating back to his bus at the other end of the lot. I gulped and walked in the bus, and thankfully they had go in for a meeting about the line-up or something said Blake's note to Trace and me.

I clambered into my bunk and buried my head into my pillow. This couldn't happen now. I didn't want it to happen now.

*Alex POV*

"Dude, we have to go." Jack said, ushering out of the bus as soon as I stepped in it. I sighed and stepped off the bus again. "Where are we going man?" I asked, glancing back at Metro Station's bus. Trace was coming out of it, with no 'Janey' on his arm. Why the hell did she even change her name anyways? I continued walking into the arena where we met with Cobra Starship, Hey Monday, Metro Station and of course, Fall Out Boy. "Hey guys. You okay?" Pete asked us as soon as we walked in. "Not bad thanks Pete." He smiled. Ashlee was behind him, holding young Bronx in her arms. She waved, rocking the baby to sleep.

"Alright guys, first night and we want no monkey business. Understand?" The manager of the arena said. We all nodded. "Understand that Pete and Joe?" He said, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. Joe smirked. "Oh come on. We're not that bad." Pete chuckled. "One bad hole in a wall, and you're labelled for life as a dressing room fiend." He said. We all laughed. "Gabe, no trying to masturbate on stage. Keep it clean." Everyone laughed again while Gabe gasped. "Whatever man." The guy then looked at me. "Alex and Jack, no discussing whale vagina's or whatever you guys prevertedly enjoy talking about."

Jack chuckled. I smiled, glancing around the room. Metro Station had no warnings, stupid innocent little fuckers. "Well, guys. Get ready, Hey Monday, you're on in three hours." Casacadee nodded, clapping her hands. We all walked to our separate dressing rooms, wishing each other good luck on our first night. "Good luck Trace." I said, shaking his hand. He nodded.

Was it me or did he smell of cheap perfume?

“How did he even find out I was there?” I asked Liana as we ran down the street. Patrick obviously drove so could get to William and Gabe before we could even get to one of them. I leant against a tree for a moment, catching my breath and trying to get my phone out of my pocket.

I dialled Pete’s number, but he wasn’t answering. I even tried Patrick’s so he would stop and consider what the hell he was doing spreading my business. They needed to hear it from me. “Grace, let’s get back to Pete’s. Patrick might be there just calming himself down or something.” I nodded, gulping air as we started walking back to Pete’s which wasn’t far from where we were.

“I’m scared Liana.” I said quietly when we reached Pete’s drive. She held my hand. “It’ll be okay. You’ll see.” We walked quietly back into the house and when Liana opened the door, she said it was safe to come in. I walked in and there was no one in the entrance hall, or kitchen. I drew a sigh of relief. “Thank the lord.” I said in a hushed whisper, sitting down at the dining room table.

“Grace! Is that you?!” I heard Pete yell from upstairs. I heard him gallop down the stairs and I saw his body freeze when he came into the dining room. His eyes were sore and red, his hair a tangled mess where he had seemed to be pulling it out. Fear shone through his hazel iris’s.

“Patrick’s upstairs, in a huge fucking mess over what you did.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t do anything.” I said quietly. Pete clapped. “You were going to have a fucking abortion! I class that as doing something!”

“Shut up Pete! I can’t handle all this right now.” I yelled standing up and walking away from him. He grabbed my arm. “You were going to kill my best friend’s child! My own child is dying in hospital and there’s nothing I can do. Now tell me you can’t handle this right now!” He bellowed back.

I ripped my arm back. “For fucks sake Pete!” I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. “I’m pregnant at 18! I have a child in hospital who doesn’t know I’m her mother! I can’t save her unless I don’t have this baby, because I have no clue who her real father is!” I cried, pushing the chair to the ground.

Liana grabbed my wrists. “Hey, come on. Calm down.” She said softly. I nodded, trying to control my breathing, even for a little bit. “Getting stressed isn’t good for the baby.” I gulped as she let my wrists go. “You don’t know who Sammy’s father is?” Pete asked in a small voice. “I do. It was always this one guy and then I remembered this other guy. And I know you’re going to be disappointed in me, but I know who they are. Where they are. We can save her Pete, I promise.” I said compassionately.

“Two guys? You said it was a drunken mistake!” He yelled. I sighed. “It was! Gabe was a drunken mistake but William wasn’t!” He glared at me. “My friends? MY FUCKING FRIENDS!?” Liana ran up to Pete, restraining him. “Okay Pete, calm down.” She said, holding his wrists before he lashed out. “No, she couldn’t be with me but she could fuck my friends!” Liana looked at him. “You... love her?” I hid my face.

“Yeah, he does.” They both looked at me. “You know, I heard you, when you first held Sammy. You said that you loved me, but it could never happen. And, for once, you were right.” His breathing got harder and sharper. “I’m sorry about Sammy’s dad, but we need to know which one it is, so we can help her.” I said calmly, replacing Liana by taking his hands.

His breathing got calmer, but his eyes were still thundering. “I need you to call William and Gabe, so we can tell them.” He nodded. “Liana, can you leave us alone for a minute?” She nodded and quickly left. “I’ll be just outside.” She said, shutting the door.

Pete let go of my hands and pulled me into a hug. I rested my head on his hard chest as he rubbed my back. “If you’re telling Will and Gabe, I assume that you’re keeping the baby?” I sighed and nodded against him. “You best talk to Trick then; he thinks you’ve got rid of it.”

I let him go and nodded. “Okay. Call Will and Gabe please? Tell them to come over?” He nodded. His hands were still grasping my waist. “Pete let go.” I said quietly. He leant his face down and suddenly his lips were on mine. 

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: *Alex Gaskarth*

And you lock the house to keep your secret from coming out
I wont, No. I'm sorry because you're old news
And my life is holding our heads to this gun
You and your new boy think you can come in and keep me off, but you're wrong
I find myself on the street out in front of your house, you can kiss safe thoughts goodbye.
I'm coming up to break your heart.
You're sleeping with the light on like you're dying to be found out.

We Don't Take Hits, We Write Them: Fall Out Boy

*Jasey POV*

"Trace, you could have said how hot Arizonia is! I would have dressed, well, less." He laughed, throwing his suitcase on to his bunk, so it just missed Blake. "What the fuck dude!? That could have really hurt!" Trace chuckled put his arm around my waist. "Let's get you into some air conditioning then honey." I put my arm around his waist and walked onto the bus. Mason was on his laptop doing god knows what, Blake was still complaining that Trace could have killed him and Anthony was sleeping I think. "Hey Janey!" Mason called as we walked into the bunks. "See ya Mason!" I yelled back.

Trace pulled open one of the curtains of the bunks. "This is your bunk, unless you want to share with me across the corridoor." I slapped his shoulder. "Not with the guys around Trace." He chuckled. "We're going to be there in about an hour, so if you wanna catch some shut-eye maybe?" I nodded and gave him a quick hug. "I'll see you later." I whispered, clambering into my bunk. Trace quickly kissed me before drawing my curtain again.

I sighed, shutting my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come over me. I pulled my hoodie over head and the smell was overwhelming, even after three years of non-stop wear. Memories of him came flooding back to me, filling my head with images of Alex. In a few hours, I might see him again, in the flesh. The butterflies kept flying in my stomach rising through my body, tingling all my nerves.

*Alex POV*

When had finally arrived at this arena and we were the third band there. Basically, we were second to last. Metro Station still weren't here but everyone else was. We'd seen Cobra already and Fall Out Boy were too bus doing press and stuff near-by. Hey Monday were sitting around their bus, resting up for tonight. We were too busy doing shit for buzznet too even pay attention to the world. "Jack! Do you have a bellybutton?" I asked the camera, as I was sat next to Jack on our couch.

Jack lifted up his shirt and started fingering his belly button. "Yup. Looks like it." Everyone started laughing when a horn honked behind us. "Metro Station obvisously wants a big arrival." Jack muttered. I sighed and looked out of the back window of the bus. Metro Station all came out, one with his girlfriend in tow. She was hot. "Dude. Check this chick out." I said, nudging Jack. He sighed, but his jaw dropped when he saw her. "Holy shit. I think I love Metro Station, just for that chick."

I laughed slightly. The girl turned around and my jaw dropped more. She pushed her sunglasses off her face so they were in her hair. Her eyes where glittering the sunlight, but I knew I'd seen them somewhere before. The glittering green reminded me of someone. The girl looked towards our bus and she stared at me as I stared at her. I knew her then when she quickly looked away and back to her boyfriend, I presumed. My eyes stared at her back widely as she walked away. "Alex?" Zack asked. "Dude, wake up. I know she's hot, but dude. That's slightly perverted."

Everything rose to my thoart as I started to run to the bathroom and throwing up inside it. "Dude. Why the hell are you throwing up?" Rian asked. I leant my head against the wall of the small bathroom, taking deep breaths. "Maybe he's just nervous or something." Zack said. But I saw her, and she was with someone else. My Jasey.

I pushed past Jack, Zack and Rian to get outside of the bus. When the humid air hit my skin I looked around for her, but with no luck. My breathing got harder as I ran into the venue where it turns out, Hey Monday were having a sound check. The guy from Metro Station who had Jasey on his arm before was sitting down on one of the chairs that the crew had left. No Jasey though. I ran in the direction of the bathrooms and listened against the door in case she was in there.

"... You said we wouldn't ever have to meet again!" A woman's voice hissed. "I can't even look at him at all without all our memories flooding back. I can't stay on this tour. I can't." I swallowed my pride and opened the door, shocking the woman inside to drop her phone. It was her, she had changed dramatically. Her brown locks were red, she was a lot thinner than I remembered, but still, her face was exactly the same. She was breathing deeply as she scarmbled to pick up her phone. I quickly locked the door behind me. She saw and her eyes widened. "Hals, I'll have to call you back." She whispered, hanging up then quickly switching her phone off.

"Hey."

*Jasey POV*

Is that all he could say to me after locking me in this bathroom? Just a 'Hey.' I gulped though, crossing my arms. "Hi." I choked. He leant his back against the door. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please." I couldn't help but chuckle slightly, but I had to lie. "What about?" I asked. He smiled, slowly walking towards me. "Jasey. I know it's you." he whispered, putting his hand on my cheek. I shivered to his touch. "I'm not Jasey. My name is Janey." I said shakly. He took his hand away, and almost looked hurt.

"You've been trying to hide from me?" I shut my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said quickly, heading towards the door. Alex caught me. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." He whispered in my ear. "I don't. I'm sorry." I lied, trying to get past him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. It was an angry kiss, he was angry that he knew I was lying but I was angry he had found me.

After a few moments, he let go of my arm and put his hands either side of my face so I couldn't go, but not in a horrible 'You have to do this.' kinda way. More a tender 'Please don't go.' My teenage self was over-taking my rational senses and telling me to stay where I was. He was the one to break it off. "Jasey..." He practically purred. "Alex, please. I have to go back to him. I can't." He smiled weakly, examining my hair. "You've changed." He said sweetly. "I know." I twirled is now brown hair around my fingers. "You have too." He smiled again. "Not as much as you. You're less vibrant, less exsentric. More normal, I guess you could say."

I chuckled. "I grew up Alex. It's not a bad thing." He smirked lightly, his hands moving all the way down my body, his hands carressed my clothed skin. His hands grazed my stomach, but stayed there for a few moments. My breathing got shaky. He shot me a confused galnce. "Are you okay?" I hate people touching me there mainly after what happened. "Yeah, it's just. Um." I pushed his hands off. "I can't do this Trace, Alex. He helped me get over everything after I left." His face turned to disappointment. "Who the hell do you think you are? You left me with one note, that was it. No one fucking helped me pick the pieces after you left!"

"Alex. I was scared for you. If we even tried to run, we would get caught by the cops and  my  dad would get you done for kidnapping or something. I did it for your own good!" He laughed scarcastically. "Your own good you mean. Look at you Jasey. You've changed the way you look, the way you act. Your own fucking name! Didn't you want me to find you!?" He toook a smal breath. "Then, you get another boyfriend. A prat at that. I haven't be able to move on. You were the only girl I could ever love Jasey." He said, his tone growing softer as he moved closer to me.

I lifted up my left hand. "Alex. I'm marrying him. I can't do this to him. I love him." He looked like he was about to cry. "Tell me there isn't one small part of you that still loves me. Because, I know you do." I looked down at the floor. "Alex, please don't." I didn't have tme to react before I felt his lips on mine again.

In the waiting room, I was so nervous.

Crossing and uncrossing my legs, biting my nails, tapping my fingers against the wood of the table. Liana seemed more nervous than me, just sitting there looking at the door. “Miss. Siska, the doctor is ready for you now.” I smiled at the receptionist and tapped Liana’s knee. “Shall we go?” I said quietly.

Liana nodded and kept looking at the exit. “Why are you looking at that?” Liana shrugged. “Don’t know. Habit, I suppose.” I nodded and inhaled deeply, knocking on the doctor’s door. “Come in!” A muffled voice called.

I opened the door and a friendly woman looked up at me. “Hello there sweetheart. I’m Dr. Roe, but you can call me Rebecca if you want.” I gulped and nodded. She sat on the desk in front of me. “Take a seat love.” I sat down and Liana did as well. “Okay, before I give you anything to proceed with the termination I must ask you if you feel that it is the right thing to do.” I gulped. “Yes, I’m too young for this right now.”

She smiled sympathetically. “Okay. Is there any questions you wish to ask me about the termination before I give you your first pill?” I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. She sighed and sat back down in her chair. “Okay.” She opened her drawer and pulled out one pill and a bottle of water.

“This pill will stop your hormones which are helping your baby develop and tomorrow, the pill you’ll take is the one that destroys the lining of your womb which will cause bleeding. It could take a few days to a few weeks for the bleeding to start, but it is very similar to a heavy period.” I nodded, my nails digging into the wood of the chair arm.

Liana touched my hand. “Say she takes the first pill then changes her mind and refuses to take the second. What could happen?” Rebecca leaned her elbows on her desk. “Well, I wouldn’t recommend it at all. It could seriously harm the foetus’s development and even cause brain damage in the foetus, which could be fatal in the baby’s future life. That’s why I have to be certain that Grace is ready to go through with this and isn’t having any second thoughts.”

My head hurt I was having so many. Of course I felt terrible for what I was about to do, I felt like a murderer. To my own child. I rubbed my flat stomach and gulped. I imagined the perfect baby. Patrick’s eyes, my hair, his nose, my lips all wrapped in a blanket. I could almost feel it in my arms. The heavy newborn weighing down my arms but I loved it, even in my imagination, it looked perfect.

Rebecca looked at me. “Because it seems that you are dear.”

“What?” I asked, paying attention again. She sighed but smiled. “You seem to be having second thoughts.” I looked at Liana who was biting her nails. I looked back at Rebecca. “No. I can’t have a child right now. I just can’t.” I said quietly, avoiding her eyes.

“Okay then. If you would like to take that pill, then you can be on your way and come back tomorrow.” I gulped but nodded, picking up the bottle of water and the small pill. My breathing was seriously shaky and I couldn’t seem to inhale air properly.

I took a small gulp of water just to get me started and almost choked on it. My coughing was interrupted by the door slamming into Rebecca’s bookcase.

“Grace, please don’t do it! Please!” I heard Patrick yell.

With wide-eyes I spun around and saw Patrick, eyes scarlet and his hair a tangled mess. “Sir, please leave before I call security!” Rebecca yelled.

“Grace, hear me out. You don’t have to do this. We can raise it together. A little family, please don’t get rid of it.”

“Sir, please leave!” Rebecca yelled. Patrick looked at me, trying to achieve sympathy.  “Give us five minutes Rebecca.” I said quietly and Patrick sighed in relief. Rebecca nodded and left the room with Liana, but gave Patrick a seriously dirty look when she was leaving.

As soon as the door shut, Patrick came down and knelt beside me. “You don’t have to do this. Why didn’t you come to me?”

“I was scared of what you’d say.” He smiled, rubbing my arms. “I’m not a monster you know.” I nodded. “I know. It’s just that I’m too young for this again.” Patrick’s face turned to shock.

“Again?” I covered my mouth in realisation of what I just said.

“You’ve been pregnant before?” He accused, standing up. “Trick...”

“When was it?!” He yelled, and it scared me. “When I was fourteen.” I said in the smallest voice I’d ever produced. “Fourteen? Did you have the kid?” I gulped, nodding slowly. “Where is he or she?” I shut my eyes.

“I said, where is this kid!?” He yelled in my face. I gulped, almost to the point of crying. I looked into his eyes. “I thought we had no secrets.” He said more calmly. “She’s in hospital.” I whispered.

I think it clicked. “Sammy? You’re Sammy’s mom!?” I shut my eyes and nodded. I heard the crash of Rebecca’s possessions fall to the floor. “Pete slept with you. How could he?!” He yelled into nothingness. “That’s the other thing.” I whispered.

He stared at me. “What?” He choked. “Pete isn’t...” I said softly, gripping my hands. His eyes grew wide. “Who is?” I bit my lip. “William...”

“That bastard!”

“...Or Gabe.” I finished. He stared at me. “Sammy has two possible fathers, and you don’t know which one it is!” I nodded. “Do they know?” I chewed my lips together and shook my head.

I heard the door open. “Patrick please! Let me explain, don’t go!” I yelled as he stormed out. Liana grabbed me as I fell. “What happened?” I gave her a worried glance.

“He’s gonna... tell William and Gabe about Sammy.”

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