The Day I Fell In Love With Patrick Stump (Fan Fiction)

          The Day I Fell In Love with Patrick Stump
              Fan Fiction By: Misty Rene Stone

It was late and I was walking down a street somewhere in Chicago.
“Why couldn’t I’ve had gotten it right the first time,” I said
“Now I ruined it”
I looked around at all the big beautiful houses and wished I lived somewhere like this.
(Thinking To Myself)
“Dumb Misty, why couldn’t you have done better, now you’re a low life girl with one big heartache,” I thought silently.
“ I HATE MYSELF!!!” I screamed wishing that someone would tell me to shut up and hoping it would do the same with my mind.
Suddenly as if out of no where, I heard a beautiful voice coming from the distance.
“One night and one more time, thanks for the memories thanks for the memories “He taste like you only sweeter”’
He mumbled sadly.
“Where is that coming from” I wondered.
As I walked closer, I noticed him sitting on the doorstep of one of the beautiful houses.
“They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers, in hotel rooms collecting page six lovers,” He continued
Part of me wanted to know the song he was singing with the hope of some small talk.
“I know he’s a stranger, but I just love his voice” I said, as I began to scare myself with the way I was acting.
So I got the guts and started to walk down the sidewalk to where he was sitting.
“Hey are you okay,” I said, clearly too happy for the situation.
“I’m fine,” He said.
“You don’t look fine, are you sure your okay,” I repeated more softly than before.
“If you please, I don’t know you and I don’t feel comfortable telling you my problems” He said, starting to get mad.
“ I’m sorry” I said, staring at his brightly colored shoes.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” he said, softening his voice.
“By the way, my name is Misty Stone” I said, handing out my hand.
He shook it and said “Hello Misty my name is Patrick Stump.”
I let go of his big firm hand and said “I couldn’t help but over hear you singing, you have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you,” Patrick said.
I could tell he either wanted me to leave or this wasn’t going anywhere
I was stubborn and continued
“It’s cold outside, is this your house?” I said, looking up at the house.
“No,” He said, “ It’s my friends, Pete’s house.”
“Oh,” I said.
“I don’t know why I’m saying this to you, but I know you don’t care and I’ll never see you again anyways” He said, finally looking at me
“I just got into a fight with my friend, Pete, and he told me, my voice was ugly,” He continued
“That’s not true,” I said, sitting down next to him
It was the first time I truly got a glimpse at Patrick.
“He is so handsome” I thought to myself.
“Thanks, but maybe he’s right,” He mumbled more to himself than to me.
“I’m not cut out for the person I portray” He continued, “ And maybe the person I trusted the most, finally told me the truth.”
“What do you mean,  the person you portray?” I said, looking at his young baby face
“I’m not the rock star that’s always in the headlines or on people’s minds,” He sad even more sadly than before, “I’m a fake”
“Are you telling me you are in a band,” I said excited, “A famous band”
“Yeah, it’s called Fall Out Boy, and I’m the lead singer” He said looking at me once more.
“Wow” I said
“But that might change, all because of that pretty boy inside,” He frowned, “Yeah everyone loves Pete Wentz, while I stand in the shadows using all the lines in the scripts that he forgot to say.”
“That name sounds familiar” I said not helping the situation.
“Yeah he’s the talk of the world, and yet I’m not good enough for his band” He said.
Not thinking, I jumped up and knocked on the door in front of me.
“Who is it?” a voice inside answered
“Its’ your neighbor” I said “You’re dogs keep barking and it’s waking me up”
“No!” Patrick screamed, standing up, “Don’t bother him, I don’t want to see his posed up face”
“It’s okay, he doesn’t know me” I assured him.
I could hear footsteps inside and then the door opened slowly.
“What did you say” said Pete.
“Oh well  um your dogs won’t stop barking and um I…
I didn’t get to finish.
“Oh your still here” Pete said, speaking toward Patrick.
“Whatever, I was just about to leave” Patrick said with a grumpy face.
“Well you have no business here” Pete cried
Patrick gave him the finger and began to walk  to a black SUV parked on the side of the road.
“Wait!” I screamed
They both looked at me
“This is so stupid” I said, as it began to grow angry “ You are best friends and you all are in a famous band, you can’t just break this up.”
“Excuse me, but if you don’t mind, this is none of your business” Pete said, still looking at Patrick.
“But I care and you can say whatever you want, but I’m not leaving” I said.
(Continuing to talk to Patrick)
“I just want to write the songs with my words and thoughts” Pete said, “ Your lyrics just don’t fit the mood.”
“Well I’m sorry if I just don’t fit in”
Patrick said standing with his hands on his waist.
“You write the music and I write the lyrics” Pete continued clearly ignoring Patrick’s last comment.
“It’s always been that way and it will forever stay that way” Pete finished saying
“Oh and you get to make the decisions for the band, why?” Patrick said still mad.
“I don’t but I can write the songs the way I want” Pete Said
“Okay, that’s enough” I said “You are fighting over some lyrics that probably won’t even make the final cut.”
“Anything I write makes my cut” Pete said.
“See there’s your problem, you think you own this band” Patrick said.
“There has to be a way to stop this” I thought silently.
“Let me see the lyrics,” I said at once
“That’s not for everyone to look at just so you know” Pete said beginning to raise his voice.
“Let me see the damn lyrics” I screamed
“Fine” Pete said and he disappeared into the house.
“I’m going to get this sorted out” I said smiling at Patrick.
“Sure” Patrick said sadly
Pete returned with a wade of papers that had only moments before , had been thrown away.
Acting rude Pete threw the papers at me and said “Here are you happy”
The paper said……

“Through different sunlight’s
Just to back you away from my moonlight
Pens of words I created by your side
Let me show you my mind just to tear you apart once more

*Chorus
Back to the future
Here you stand by me
Sorrow is to keep
But make me your one heartache”

“What’s wrong with this,” I said.
“Nothing,” They both said at the same time
“But here’s what Patrick wants to add” Pete said handing me a second piece of paper
It read……

“Taking me of once again
Again to your place
I know you’re the same
But still I wonder why it must be
I create your dreams and you created my songs”
“This sounds great!” I said “ It makes a great deal of sense”
“Thank You” said Patrick
After talking to them for what seemed like hours, and though it seemed like I was talking to myself most of the time, they ended with hugs and too many sorrys as they smiled at me.
“Thank you” Patrick said
“Same for me,” Pete agreed
“It’s been my pleasure,” I said “Besides I wouldn’t want to break up a good punk band”
As I began to walk away, I heard the door slam sweetly behind me.
I was walking down the street once more, lost in the same thoughts of how I always ruin everything, when I heard footsteps behind me.
It was Patrick Stump
“Did you forget something” I said as I completely turned around.
“Actually I did” He said grabbing my face with his soft hands.
He kissed me on the lips and it seemed like it lasted forever.
Then he pulled away and said “You’ve been wonderful, and thank you again.”
“Y-Y-Yeah sure” I said almost falling to my knees.
He turned around and I watched him disappear back into the house he once felt left out of.
“Bye Patrick” I said “You’ve been great too”


            ________  5 or 6 years later _________

“I’ll see you after the concert” Patrick Stump said “I love you”
I said “I love you too” as he kissed me on the forehead
I watched as Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe Trohman, and Andy Hurley walked out onto the stage while the crowd went wild.
Throughout the concert, dozen of girls screamed out “I love you Patrick”, but I knew he was coming home with me tonight, and every time they said that he would turn my way and smile sweetly.
An hour or so after the concert, Patrick decides he wants to go walking down the already lonely road.
As we are walking I ask “What are you thinking”
He smiled and said in his baby voice “I was thinking I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing” I said
He smiled at me and grabbed my hand and kissed it sogtly and said “Perfect”
So as every happily ever after punk story goes, we walked  life together holding hands tightly till the morning when he was back on the road with his band to the next far away city.

I love you Patrick Stump!