I miss you

Part Thirteen: Pretend you don't know me so well, I won’t tell if you lied

Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you

Andy sat with Destiny watching wearily as she went though drink after drink that Joe kept supplying her. It was now 6:30 and Destiny was proving herself to be quite a football fan. She jumped up and down cheering with Marie as the Bears scored a touchdown in the first fifteen seconds of the game.

After Patrick arrived, Andy decided on just letting bygones be bygones and walked up to Patrick, giving his friend a hug.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were going to show,” Patrick said to him. Andy shrugged.

“I had nothing else to do,” he said. Patrick nodded, his eyes landing on Destiny who was currently cheering at the TV. He smiled softly. After making awkward small talk with Andy, Patrick walked over to Pete and Dirty where they were still playing the video game.

Andy stayed with Destiny for a while, until she continued getting drunker and louder. He was suddenly aware of everyone’s eyes on her and decided to move away from her for a while, going over to the lump of people he was more comfortable around.

Patrick sat alone for a while after getting bored watching Pete and Dirty’s game which quite honestly just got violent when Charlie decided to start interjecting. He walked to the opposite side of the living room away from Andy and Destiny. Andy watched Patrick sit as far away from him as possible and felt a little guilty, but not a second later did a cute blonde girl sit down beside him and start a conversation.

Destiny was feeling very drunk by half-time but smiled goofily as she watched Patrick’s eyes glued to Prince’s performance on the TV, he was so cute sometimes. Once half-time ended and Patrick was able to pay attention to the girl once again, she put her arms around him and he grinned continuing a close conversation with her. Destiny felt herself scowl. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Andy suddenly avoiding her because of her loud behavior, but she was in the mood for a fight. Destiny went to stand but Marie grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going? Please don’t tell me you aren’t leaving me here drunk and alone with my even drunker boyfriend?” she slurred. Destiny giggled, but yanked her arm away from Marie’s grip.

“I have to go take care of something,” she said. Destiny smoothed down her hair and fixed her shirt, unaware of Andy’s eyes on her actions. She took a deep breath and tried her best to sober-face, walking across the room and stopping in front of Patrick and this girl. Patrick stopped talking when a shadow overcame him and turned to see Destiny glaring at him.

“Can we help you?” The blonde girl asked of her. Destiny turned to look at the girl and shot her her best bitchy smile.

“Yeah, you can start by getting the fuck away from my man,” she said. Patrick laughed in disbelief.

“Um…what?” he said, and the blonde girl smiled.

“I believe a minute ago you were hanging all over some other guy, so I think you need to leave us alone,” the girl replied turning back to Patrick. Patrick took a deep breath, he really didn’t want to deal with drunken Destiny today; he hated her like this.

“Excuse me? You don’t fucking know me so don’t try telling me what to do. Now get away from my man!” she yelled. The blonde girl stood quickly and got face to face with Destiny. The two girls stared at each other for a minute before Destiny reached her hands up to grab the girl's shirt.

“Whoa! Stop!” Patrick said suddenly, standing up and getting in between them. Destiny raised her fist to Patrick, but he grabbed her before she could hit him.

“Destiny! Stop! Don’t pull this shit here, I though we were passed this,” he said. The blonde girl stepped around beside Patrick.

“You know her?” she said, eyeing Patrick angrily.

“Obviously, stupid bitch,” Destiny said. Patrick glared at Destiny before turning to the other girl.

“Yeah, this is my EX-girlfriend, and she needs to get a hold of herself before her new boyfriend gets suspicious over what’s causing her to act like this,” he said. Destiny pulled her wrist away.

“Fuck you, Patrick. Andy isn’t even my boyfriend, so…just fuck you,” she said, turning and storming away from him. Patrick watched her walk up to Pete and start bitching her face off. Pete was trying hard to get her to calm down, but she just kept going. Andy came over a few seconds later.

“That bitch tried to tell me what to do! Who the fuck does she think she is? Seriously, like, what the fuck?!” Destiny was spouting.

“What happened,” Andy asked. Pete shook his head; he knew Andy didn’t want to hear that Destiny was fighting with a stranger over Patrick.

“I think she needs to go home,” Pete said softly. Destiny whipped her head around to stare at him.

“What? Un-fucking-believable, Pete. I knew you’d take his side. You just want me out of here because you know I’ll win,” she yelled.

“No, Destiny. I want you out of here before you start causing even more of a scene,” Pete said, glancing around the room at everyone staring at them. Joe was sitting on his couch with Marie and Charlie.

“Don’t kick her out! I want her here, she’s fun. Let her fight, I’m in the mood to watch someone get their ass kicked!” Joe yelled from the couch.

“Shut up, Joe! You aren’t helping,” Andy replied, “Come on, let’s just go, okay,” Andy said to Destiny, reaching for her hand. She pushed him away and walked up to the blonde chick.

“I am NOT leaving before this slut does,” she yelled. The whole apartment was silent, watching Destiny throw a hissy fit. The blonde girl got in her face again, which caused Destiny this time to lash out in pure anger, grabbing the girl by her shirt once more, this time shoving her away.

“Destiny!” Patrick yelled once more. He put distance between the two girls again, this time the blonde girls face went red.

“This is total bullshit. Thanks for inviting me, Marie,” the girl said, then grabbed her coat and stormed out.

“That’s right bitch. I fucking win,” she yelled at the closed door. Andy walked over to where Patrick was holding Destiny by her shoulders, staring at her as she spouted any mean thing she could think of to say at him.

“You never fucking paid any attention to me. I was always second best in your fucking life and I wouldn’t stand for it. Jesus, no wonder your ex cheated on you! Did you ever think that maybe it was you? For one fucking second, instead of blaming your job and your lifestyle, maybe it was you after all?” she yelled at him, and Patrick just stood there, hands on her shoulders, listening to every word.

Joe cringed from his spot on the couch, “I think we need some music. Loud, loud music,” he said, walking to his stereo and turning on some loud metal. Andy stood beside Patrick, feeling in a daze. He didn’t know this Destiny, and he didn’t like her. Patrick saw Andy and passed the now fuming Destiny off to him.

“You wanted her so bad and her she is, in all of her drunken glory,” Patrick said to Andy. Andy shook his head. He didn’t sign on for this at all. Maybe Patrick was just better equipped to handle her. Andy suddenly felt stuck. He liked Destiny a lot and loved being around her, but this was more than he was willing to handle.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I…sorry,” he said to the pair of them. Destiny let her mouth fall open.

“Andy? What?” she said, sadness quickly replacing her anger.

“I thought this was what I wanted, but…I just can’t do it. It’s just not me. I’m sorry,” he said. He walked over to Joe and said goodbye, leaving the apartment without another word.

Andy felt stupid, really stupid. He should’ve known better than to assume the Destiny he always saw on Patrick’s arm was all that there was to her. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t handle the way she became when she was drunk; he just suddenly realized that this wasn’t what he wanted. He wasn’t the type to ever settle down and he wasn’t going to start now, with a girl that made him feel good, yes, but with a girl that wasn’t willing to move on and try to work with him to make a relationship happen.

Destiny watched him go thinking that it was finally over. The closure her and Andy needed on whatever they had been feeling was done. Destiny turned to Patrick and then looked at the floor. She had been so stupid.

“Patrick…” she said.

“Shut up, Destiny. I don’t care. You are such a bitch, sometimes,” he said, grabbing his coat and leaving as well. Destiny felt tears jump to her eyes…

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I'm leaving your town again

AN: huge thanks to 'Stine-face. She rules.

 

Part Twelve: Sometimes love is addiction

 

So don't make me cry
cause this love don't feel so right

 

Andy hung up the phone and felt triumphant. Had he won? …was this even a contest? It didn't matter actually; he just wanted to hold Destiny. He couldn't help but feel butterflies at the thought of her body on top of his once more, the scent of her hair and she threw it out of her face. He was surprised how much he genuinely liked her, she was completely different from any girl he had ever liked before and for some reason it was more powerful than anything he had ever felt previously. Maybe it was because he had taken her right from someone else, or maybe it was because he actually adored her every step. Where Patrick only enjoyed her when he had the time to do so, at least that’s what it seemed like to him.

 

He jumped in his car and drove down to the city, meeting Destiny at her tiny apartment. Andy was surprised that he didn't feel bad at all, he had expected, after coming to blows with Patrick backstage and them causing a total scene over her, that he would steer clear of risking another fight, but he didn't want to. He wanted Destiny and was happy that she was coming to him and leaving Patrick. He wasn't sure if he was going to want her traveling with them like she did on the FOE tour, but he wasn't worried about that right now. Today was SuperBowl Sunday and there was a party at Joe's Wicker Park apartment and he wanted to bring Destiny as his date. He wasn’t sure if Patrick was going to be there or not, and to be honest, he didn't care. He just wanted to be with Destiny, something about just being in her presence made him excited. He walked up to the door and buzzed her apartment and she opened the door for him. He hopped up the stairs two at a time and couldn't wait to see her.

 

Destiny got home as fast as she could; realizing that she probably looked exactly like the emotional wreck in which she felt. She got home and fixed her hair as best as she could and threw on some light make up. She didn't want Andy to come all this way and then be afraid of her face. She opened the door and smiled, she was surprised at how happy she was to see him. When she left the tour she had thought she never wanted to see him again, but seeing him standing there made her feel okay again, it made her feel wanted once more.

 

"Ready to go to Joe's?" he asked her. She let him in the door and then turned to look at him.

 

"Joe's?" she questioned, walking to her bedroom and Andy followed.

 

"Yeah, he's having a party to watch the Bears kick ass, you want to go?" he asked her, sitting down on the bed. Destiny felt herself blush when she saw him take a seat on her bed, images of their fling on the bus running through her mind.

 

"Sure, it will be nice to see everyone again," she said, deciding to put in a little more make up since they were going out. A few minutes later she emerged and looked at Andy with a gleam in her eyes. She was so stressed and frustrated over Patrick, she wanted to let all of that steam go. She walked over to Andy and straddled his lap, leaning into him and placing her lips on his. Andy returned the kiss, running his hands up the back of her shirt, before moving her off of him and onto her back on the bed. He placed his body over hers and she reached her arms up placing them over his waist, pulling his chest closer to hers, where he could feel her nipples hardening and pressing against him. She groaned as their skin made contact, an almost tangible shock startling them both.

 

            He moved his left hand from the bed and reached it down caressing her thighs, causing her to gasp into his lips. Andy moved his kiss away from her mouth, his hand still softly rubbing the inside of her thighs, keeping just enough distance from her to make her go crazy. He ran his tongue over her neck, making Destiny sigh softly as she let her hand slide underneath his body and she pushed his hands and lips away from her, pushing on his shoulders to make him lie back.

 

            Andy grinned as he watched her eyes begin to glaze over. He pulled her shirt over her head, smiling as her starched hair stuck out in all directions, giving her a devil-may-care look that was driving Andy crazy. She reached over and pulled his shirt off, his multi-colored tattoos making her feel a little dizzy. He was the exact opposite of Patrick at this moment and she was losing her mind over it, she just wanted him to fuck her without any kind of disregard for anything else in either of their lives. She reached down and undid her belt, pulling her jeans and panties off and Andy pulled his off as well. Destiny then slid her left leg over his waist, leaning down to kiss him roughly, gently grinding her damp panties against his bare hard on. He groaned and slid his hands over her hips then across her ass, pushing her closer to his body. 

 

            He brought his lips up to her neck finally trailing his kiss along from her neck to her chest leaning down to gently suck on her breasts. Andy began to grind his hips up to her and she took it upon herself to slide him inside. They both groaned deeply as there bodies entwined and Destiny began to rock her hips up to him, helping him hit the perfect spot inside of her. Andy reached up and grabbed her breast, pulling at each nipple as she moved up and down on him, gripping him as tight as possible.

 

            "Holy shit, Andy! God…" she groaned. Andy nodded quickly, rocking his hips up, just enjoying the sensation of her throbbing all around him.

 

            Suddenly Andy couldn’t take it anymore and slammed himself deep inside of her. Destiny pumped still, trying hard to reach the climax Andy had already found. Andy stuck his fingers in between their bodies, touching her sensitive spot before hearing her call out his name, her orgasm intense enough to cause her to lose her breath…

 

            "You made it! I didn't think you would come," Joe said, opening the door to see Patrick. Patrick smiled and nodded, embracing his friend quickly before letting his eyes roam around the party. It was only four in the afternoon, the game didn't start for another two hours and people were already trashed. He rolled his eyes at Dirty and Pete who were in a fierce battle of sorts on Joe's Wii, and then spotted what he was dreading. Andy and Destiny were sitting in a corner with Marie, Destiny looking a little glazed over and tousled. Patrick felt his face burn, but decided against saying anything, because he let her go. He let her run to Andy. To be honest, he wanted to see her get hurt; he wanted her to know what it felt like…

 

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but you can make me unreachable…

AN: Big ups to Christine for being an idea ping pong buddy. Thanks, Pinky!

 

Part Eleven: Can't you feel it rolling off your lips, tensing up your shoulders

 

Well, if it's love (it's love)
Make it hurt (I deserve it)

 

Cautiously, Patrick opened the door once more, seeing Destiny differently. Destiny thought talking to Andy was going to fix things, it would make her feel better, but it hadn't. She was standing in front of Patrick and her mind was still reeling over Andy. Why was he so important to her? She didn't understand and she wasn't exactly sure she wanted to understand it either.

 

            "Patrick," she breathed out. He nodded and stepped aside, letting her into the heat once more. She studied him, from his white socks, up his sweatpants, over his t-shirt and to his glasses. Suddenly she felt nauseous, puking sounded like the best idea. She dropped her bag and coat, and bolted for the bathroom down the hall.

 

            Patrick watched her dash off with no feeling he could recall. He heard her wretch inside the bathroom and shook his head, going into the kitchen for a glass of water.

 

            Destiny sat back and leaned against the shower door, taking deep breaths. Patrick had never made her feel this nervous before, she was feeling completely abandoned, she was sure there was no way Patrick was ever going to love her again and she as sure there was no was she was ever going to be able to love him again like she did before, and it was making her sick. The first time she ever felt like she could truly be with someone for the test of her life and it was impossible. Slowly she stood up and walked to the stairs making her way to Patrick's bedroom. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed some toothpaste, rubbing it on her tongue and teeth. She shivered, cold in her t-shirt now that she had tossed her coat off so she walked around the corner into Patrick's closet to borrow a hoodie, she didn’t think he'd mind. She walked to the back and grabbed a plain black one and was walking out when she noticed a few clothes hastily tossed in front of what appeared to be a fist size hole in his wall. Destiny zipped up the hoodie and felt her stomach acids churn again, running straight for the toilet. As she took a deep breath, she tried to remember the last time she had upset herself this badly and realized she never had. She was puking her face off over Andy Hurley and Patrick Stumph…how ridiculous could this get?

 

            Slowly, she stood and trudged down the stairs after wiping more toothpaste on her tongue and walked towards the kitchen, hearing Patrick banging around. She peered around the corner to see him looking through cabinets and she giggled softly, he was adorable when he was frustrated. He stopped when he heard her laugh and turned to her.

 

            "I have nothing to eat in here," he said quietly. She smiled at him softly, over come with guilt and frustration.

 

            "Patrick…I…" she began stepping towards him. He shook his head.

 

            "Don't," was his reply as he handed her the glass of water. She took a sip and stared at him, and then sat the glass down.

 

            "Do you love me?" he asked her. Destiny felt her eyes well up. She nodded, never tearing her eyes away from his. He sighed, "Then what's the problem? Why did you have to do this to me? You promised," he said, looking down at his feet. Destiny watched him, intently searching for the right words but found none. The truth was, she has no idea why she did it. Patrick didn't do anything wrong, Andy was just…a test she failed. That was all…she had failed.

 

            "I'm sorry, baby. It wasn't you and I broke that promise I made to you and you don't deserve me. You need someone who will treat you right, who will stay faithful to you despite what she may be feeling for someone else..." she said. Patrick didn’t lift his eyes from the floor.

 

            "Stop saying that I don't deserve you because it doesn’t make a difference if I do or not, Destiny. I love you. As ridiculous as it is, I still love you and want nothing more than just you. This past month as been so…" he stopped, pulling his gaze from the floor to the wide, sad eyes of his ex-girlfriend. She knew what he meant. She reached forward and took his right hand in her left.  He quickly pulled his hand away and Destiny frowned.

 

            "Patrick…" but he shook his head once more.

 

            "Leave," he replied, backing away from her and walking in the direction of the living room. Destiny stood rooted to her spot in the kitchen. Leave? Destiny shook her head. She wasn’t leaving again. He blamed her for running away last time, telling her that was just how she dealt with her problems but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction this time. She walked around the other side of the staircase and to the office where Patrick had placed himself at the computer.

 

            "I am not leaving this time. If we love each other like we say we do, why can't we try to fix this, right here and now?" she questioned him. Patrick stood up from his computer to face her.

 

            "How do you plan on going about doing that, exactly? You've made it perfectly clear to me that you can't commit and that you can't keep your pants on," he replied to her. Destiny took a deep breath to calm herself. Patrick tended to speak irrationally when he got upset, so she was letting his snide comments go.

 

            "I don't know exactly how to prove it to you, but I swear I'm over Andy. We just talked and we both know that each other was a mistake okay? I love you and I just want another chance. He's out of my life and I can't even express how sorry I am. I'll do anything to prove it to you," she said, approaching him slowly, giving him her best smile. Patrick stood with his arms crossed, trying hard to let her smile melt him, but he couldn't help it. Why she always had to be so sexy and gorgeous was beyond him. He didn't blame Andy for wanting to be with her, but he did blame Andy for acting on it, or at least for not saying no to her advances. She continued to stand in front of him, smiling very softly, watching as his harsh glare began to edge away. He let his arms fall to his sides and was about to reach to her for a hug when he phone began ringing.

 

            Destiny snarled at the noise, but reached in her pocket to see who it was and her face fell immediately.

 

            Andy.

 

            Involuntarily, she glanced up at Patrick wide eyed who immediately crossed his arms again. Destiny pressed ok and brought the phone to her ear.

 

            "Yeah?" she said, trying to sound casual.

 

            "Hey, I need to say something to you," he said softly. Destiny continued to stare at Patrick; she could feel her face turning red. He shook his head and pulled his hat lower over his eyes

 

"Yeah out of your life, huh?" He said, turning his back on her and sitting back down in front of his computer.

 

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?" Andy asked her, clearly aware of the silence she returned to him.

 

Softly she replied,  "Patrick...I'm at Patrick's."   Patrick huffed loudly at the screen then turned back and stood up, feeling his temper rise again. He pointed out the door

 

"I told you to leave 10 minutes ago. We could have saved you the embarrassment and me the mental damage by thinking for one second you were telling the truth. Get out, Destiny!" he yelled at her. She let the hurt show on her face and felt completely torn. Hang up on whatever Andy needed to say or stay by Patrick. The choice should have been obvious, but it wasn't. Then Andy began speaking.

 

"Dest, I really need to tell you this. I tried to get it out of my system. I did. But the more I was telling myself not to think about you, the more you consumed my mind. What does that mean?" She let her mouth drop slightly, and stood still staring at Patrick who continued to point her out the door.

 

"Think about it Destiny. You know you've been doing the same thing. You know you don't want to forget it.  Because I know I don't. Can he say that? Can he tell you that no matter what he does, you consume his mind? No, because you know you are always going to be second in his life. You know it, I know it, and even the idiot Wentz himself knows it. And Patrick knows that to. So why are you going to sit there and let him lie to you when he tells you you are the most important thing in his life, when you know it's a lie? I don't need this band, Dest. I can do a million and one other things. This isn't my EVERYTHING. Yes, I love this band with my whole heart, but it doesn't consume my life. And you know, I would always out you before any of this celebrity thing. Before any of this 'rock star duty'. And you know Patrick needs this band. It's almost all he's ever known, it’s the only life he's lived since leaving high school, he wouldn't know how else to be," Andy spouted off. Destiny didn't hide her surprise over his words, but she also couldn't help thinking about how true they were. She put him on mute and brought the phone to her side, staring half-lidded at Patrick.

 

"If you can stand there right now and tell me I am the most important thing in the world to you, then I'll stay. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you and I work correctly," she said. Patrick nodded.

 

            "And if I can't," he questioned. Destiny smirked.

 

            "Then you're not the boyfriend I thought you were, Patrick. You aren't the man I fell in love with," she finished. Patrick returned her glare.

 

            "Then go ahead. Think that, I told you earlier then you will never, and I mean never, be more important than my job, with or without you, I still have my band. I still have my career. It's always going to be there for me when you can't be." Destiny nodded, she was satisfied that Andy was right after all, if she wasn't important enough for Patrick to give her all that she needed in a relationship, then so be it, he obviously won't miss her when she's gone.

 

            "So that means when I'm right in front of you on someone else's arm, you won't miss me? You won't wish that was you because you have your music? Then fine, Patrick. Kiss me goodbye," she replied. Patrick's heart sunk to his feet. He didn't want this. He didn’t want to see her around with Andy when she should've been his, but he was stubborn and he wasn't going to take it back that easily.

 

            "Fine. See ya," he said. Destiny grinned at him through her pain, she wanted him to see her triumphant, not hurt. She turned her back on him and brought the phone back to her ear.

 

            "Andy? I'll meet you in an hour," she said and then hung up, still feeling Patrick's cold green eyes on her back…

 

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I wanted you for nothing more
Then hating you for what you were
If that's what you wanted to hear

So, i gave you guys a mental image of Destiny, so I decided to give you a mental image of Addison too. This is her: and again, real person. Sorry I kinda made you a slut.

“Looking for a Song to Sing” by getupngo

 

Chapter Six: “When a look can only read contempt”

 

They say blood is thicker than oceans

 

That evening, Addison was able to just go about doing her job, the pressure and anxiety she felt the night before and earlier in the morning was gone. Brendon talked to Bob, who turned around and apologized to Addison for not asking her side of the story.

 

            While the band finished their set, Addison was busy trying to set up for the meet and greet that was going to take place not long after the show was over. She hated meet and greets, just because she knew what it was like to meet your favorite band and to have ten or fifteen people rushing you along and shouting ‘no pictures!’ at you.

 

            As the boys signed each item that sat down on the table, Addison stared blankly and the back of Brendon’s head, pissed at herself for letting his lips control her again. She was hoping Brendon didn’t say anything about them being back together to anyone, especially Jon. She was still holding on to this strange hope that he would somehow come to her and want to try being together, but something in his attitude was making her believe that someone already told him.

 

            Once the meet and greet was over, they were all headed towards the hotel for the night. Brendon pulled Addison into the back room once everyone was settled on the bus and drug her down to him. She rolled her eyes as she fell down on his lap facing him. He attacked her with kisses and sighed, thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Brendon wasted no time; she felt his slightly calloused hands slide across her stomach and arched into his touch, forgetting all about the things around her. Brendon took his kisses from her lips to across her neck, causing her to groan softly. She reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head, barely breaking his pace. He worked his hands around her back and unhooked her bra before reaching down to pull off her t-shirt. Addison gasped softly as Brendon attached his lips to her chest. She let her fingers travel across the back of his head, raking through his hair. She let him linger for a moment, before grabbing his face and pulling him away, standing up and taking her jeans and panties off. Brendon half smiled as he watched her seductively remove her clothing. He leaned back and pulled his pants of as well, and then she placed her now naked body over his lap once more, where Brendon let his fingers travel to the moistness between her thighs. Addison gasped and kissed along his jaw line slowly, reaching her hand into his boxers and began to stroke him gently…

 

            Ryan began walking to the back of the bus. The hotel wasn’t far from the venue and he was going to tell everyone to grab their stuff and get ready for some sleep. He found Spencer and Jon in a bunk, they were looking at the latest interview they had done. He stayed with them for a second, before moving on to the back room, to tell Brendon and Addison to get their shit together.

 

            He opened the door and was met with something he didn’t want to see. Addison was naked with Brendon only in boxers and he was obviously fingering her and she was jerking him off, given the rushed groans escaping their lips. Neither of them noticed Ryan at first, Brendon had has face buried in Addison’s neck and Addison wasn’t facing him. Ryan watched them for a minute, and felt shock inside when he was expecting to feel disgusted at this display, he had thought he hated Addison to her core, but was surprised to find only jealousy resonating deep in his heart. Brendon suddenly looked up, feeling someone staring at them and he reflexively pushed Addison off of him. Addison turned her head and gasped, scrambling away from Brendon’s lap and to the couch, yanking a blanket over her naked body.

 

            “What the fuck, Ryan!? Get Out!” she yelled to him. He stood there staring, his gaze on Brendon.

 

            “You’re back with her? What the fuck is your problem, Brendon?!” he yelled at him.

 

            “Don’t you dare!” Addison interjected at him. He turned his gaze her and gave her questioning look. “Don’t make him feel bad for wanting to be with me because you have so crazy idea about me that makes you think I’m a fucking turbo slut with no care for others feelings!” she shouted at him.

 

            “What makes that idea so fucking crazy? You come here talking some shit about wanting to have a job managing bands and all I’m seeing is a stupid fucking girl just wanting to sleep with everyone. From Brendon to Jon and back to Brendon! Who’s next, huh? Spencer or maybe Bob? You’re a fucking joke and you’re tearing my band apart!” he yelled back at her. She let the look of hurt register on her face and tightened the blankets around her.

 

Ryan wasn’t sure how this happened or why, but suddenly seeing Addison sitting there heaving at him, her face flushed, he wanted to ravish her, forgetting entirely about Brendon. He wanted to slam her up against the wall and have his way with her, regardless of what feelings the rest of the tour was going to provide them. He let his eyes roam from Addison’s barely concealed body; to the boxer clad Brendon, whose expression was one of rage that Ryan barely remembered seeing on his face ever.

 

            “Seriously, get out!” Brendon yelled at him. Ryan felt his face go red, not from embarrassment at the situation, but really from the thoughts racing through his mind. He still didn’t move from the spot where he was standing, he was taking in the pale color of Addison’s skin and the slenderness of her upper thigh that was peaking out from under the blanket she had thrown around herself. Addison was staring at Brendon, trying hard to avoid the look in Ryan’s eyes. She didn’t like it, the suddenly air of lust radiating off of him was making her nervous, but she let her eyes skim away from Brendon, across the table, to the floor and then slowly to meet Ryan’s gaze. He stared at her, and she felt alarmed for a moment, but then she felt funny. She felt almost…excited by him. She shook her head quickly and yanked her eyes back down to the floor. Ryan cleared his throat and turned back to Brendon.

 

            “You are so wrong, man. Way wrong. I don’t want to hear it when she fucks you over again,” he said returning to his defense, before turning around and storming out. Brendon huffed and turned to see Addison peering intently at Ryan’s back, until she quickly scrambled off the couch and pulled her pants and shirt on.

 

            “Addy, where are you going?” he asked her softly, but he could feel her slipping away from him again, he didn’t want to lose her once more, but any idiot could see the electricity between Ryan and Addison since day one, he was pretending not to be shocked by this event. She put her hair up into a messy bun, before turning to look at Brendon his eyes full of sadness and understanding. She walked up to him and embraced him, she held him tightly and he let his hands slip around her slender waist before pushing her away from him.

 

            “I can’t believe I was so blinded by it before Brendon. I’m so sorry, but we can’t be together. I love you though, but we just can’t be,” she said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. Brendon shrugged and nodded.

 

            “I know,” he said. She smiled at his softly before jogging off the bus and into the downpour outside. She spotted Ryan and Spencer walking into the hotel both carrying heavy bags with them. She looked down at her bare feet and felt tears well in her eyes. This was crazy! This was Ryan she was chasing after. Ryan Ross hates her to the core and she felt the same way about him, but that look in his eyes. What about that? She couldn’t deny it and there was no faking it. She continued to make her way through the rain, her feet damp from the ground and she stepped on little pebbles along the way.

 

            Spencer turned his head quickly to see where Jon had gotten to, but was surprised to see Addison making her way towards them. She looked soaked, as they all were, but she was barefoot and her face registered a hurried expression.

 

            “Ryan, you might what to see this,” he said to his friend. Ryan stopped walking and turned around and his mouth fell open as he saw Addison padding toward them. “I’m going to head inside awhile,” Spencer added to Ryan, and he nodded his gaze not removing from the girl approaching him.

 

            Addison stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Ryan staring at her. Shit, this wasn't right, she probably imagined the desire in his eyes, but was surprised to see him put his bag down and begin walking towards her. She held her breath, nervous at what exactly was happening.

 

            Ryan wasn’t thinking with his head right now, there was nothing his mind could tell him that was going to make him stop. His heart was leading him to the brunette girl standing in the middle of the rain soaked parking lot in bare feet. He was in arms reach of her now and did just that, pulling her to him quickly before letting the embarrassment register on his face over the words he had said to her a few minutes earlier.

 

            “It’s okay…” she whispered to him, their lips now inches apart. Ryan suddenly became aware of his heart beat racing, as he felt her breath on his lips and her chest heave against him. He tightened his grip around her and gently, oh so gently, placed his lips on hers. Addison relaxed in his grip immediately, pressing her lips deeper into his and began shivering not only from the cold rain soaking her to the core, but from these crazy thoughts and feelings she suddenly had coursing through her veins.

 

            Ryan’s mind was completely blank. He had no words or phrases to even begin to put these feelings into. He was sure, even now, that he hated Addison. He was sure he hated the hair on her head to her wet, bare feet. He felt the hatred begin to escalate as he realized how much he liked her. He was enjoying the sensation of her chest pressing against him, of her damp lips upon his, of their soft tongues entwining around each other. All he wanted to do was hate her even more and it was possible, he was now deciding. He wanted to harm her physically and mentally, but he wanted to make her scream out his name in pleasure. What the hell was happening?

 

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I've found hope
in your hate for me

 

so, christine was all "im posting pics of the characters in my story"

so i was all "god I'm bored. I'm going to do that too."

so, i present to you: Destiny

Disclaimer: This is a REAL person. If someone knows her, tell her I'm sorry. If she complains, i'll find a new one. and apologize to her> sorry i made her exactly the way she most likely is not.

Part Ten: You probably think that I hold resentment for you but, you're wrong

 

After all you put me through
you’d think I'd despise you

 

Destiny left Patrick’s house fuming; she couldn’t even believe he went there. It was totally uncalled for in her opinion. She wasn’t ever implying that she should be more important than his music because she knew that was impossible, his music had been there for him much longer than she had been. But he was right, when she got too hard, she ran away. It would’ve been easy for her to tell her parents she was pregnant, she often wondered how they would’ve reacted, maybe they might’ve actually been supportive or maybe they would’ve kicked her out. She wasn’t sure, all she knew was that now she was alone. She needed someone to talk to and that really only left one person.

 

            Destiny ran up the front steps of the Wentz home and knocked, or more like banged on the front door. She only saw Pete’s SUV in the driveway, his parents were definately away. A few minutes later and grumpy looking Pete answered the door.

 

            “Jesus man, it’s two in the afternoon wake up already,” she said, stepping into the warmth. Pete scratched his head, staring at Destiny.

 

            “I only went to bed at seven, what do you want?” he asked. She turned to him and sighed.

 

            “I need your help, or more like your insight,” she said, following him into the kitchen.

 

            “Okay, about what? And if you say Patrick I’m kicking you out. I’m not in the mood,” he said. Destiny stopped walking and stared at his back as he opened the fridge.

 

            “Right, fuck you then. See you later,” she said, turning to go. Pete let out an annoyed sigh.

 

            “Stop! Come back, what do you need?” he asked, giving in. He could never say no to the conversations he always shared with Destiny, they made him feel worth something. Destiny walked over the island in the middle of the kitchen and sat down on one of the stool as Pete handed her some orange juice.

 

            “Okay, I tried to be mature and I went to his house to talk, and we basically traded some harsh words and now I don’t know what to do. I’m lost without him Pete, I just…I want him in my life and it seems almost impossible now,” she said, sipping her drink. Pete hopped up onto the counter opposite her and bit his lip, thinking.

 

            “Well, what exactly did you say to him or him to you or whatever?”

 

            “Uh, I might’ve implied that I felt like I should come first in his life over his music, which isn’t exactly what I meant. The words didn’t come out right. But what gets me is what he came back at me with. He said, and I quote, ‘at least I don’t murder innocent life.’ Jesus, Pete! He called me a murderer to my face! What I said didn’t deserve words like that! And then he said ‘run away, it’s what you’re good at.’ Like what the fuck? I said one stupid thing and this is what he shoots back at me. I don’t understand.” she replied. Pete looked at her as his eye widened and then laughed in disbelief.

 

            “Holy shit. Wow, okay. Listen, I don’t even know what to tell you. I mean, I’m the king of opening your mouth before you think, so all I know is that you can try to explain it to him. Maybe he didn’t mean exactly what he said either; he does do that when he gets really upset. I would tell you to come to New York with us, but I don’t want things to get awkward and shitty, this is supposed to be a good week. So…shit. I don’t know. Patrick holds mini-grudges so I don’t really know what to tell you to do. This is entirely up to you,” he replied, hopping off the counter, “Now, I’m going back to bed, maybe, hopefully. I’ll see you…around, I guess?” he walked over to her and placed his arms around her shoulders from behind her, pulling her into a hug, “All I know, is that if you guys are meant to be, this shit will work itself out. Look at me and Jeana. It will find a way, promise.”

 

            Destiny’s mind was reeling over what to do, but she reached up and hugged his arms, turning her head to kiss his cheek, “See you and thanks.” Pete nodded then trudged away to head upstairs. Destiny stood up and walked to the front door, stopping for a minute to pet Hemmingway, Pandora and Marley, then left, heading back to Patrick’s house.

 

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            Patrick stood staring at the spot where he had just created a hole in his wall, still feeling his body shaking. He was so upset over her words and he wasn’t particularly sure why they hurt him so much, but he really had no right to say what he said to her. He didn’t even mean it. Abortion was not okay with him, but he did understand her reasons for it and wanted to be supportive of her decisions always, whether they were in the past or in the future.

 

            Finally he walked out of his closet and tried his best to calm down. He wanted her back, honestly, but wasn’t sure he had it in him to forgive another girl for breaking him down, only to have the pain happen all over again, but there was something about Destiny that made him believe that she was worth fighting for and he was willing to do what it took, even if that meant letting her infidelity slide.

 

            Destiny pulled into Patrick’s driveway, her mind going over scenarios, all of them ending in another big fight. She didn’t want to talk to him until she was absolutely sure she knew the right words to say. She wanted to talk to Andy, to make sure that whatever went on between them was now over; she wanted them all to be okay again. She wanted her relationship back and she wanted to go back to thinking Andy was completely creepy, but every time she thought about him and that moment on the bus, it sent shivers up her back and she couldn’t help but feel like she wanted more. That she needed more. It was an awful dilemma for her, she knew Andy and her were without a future, but felt like Patrick was the type of guy she could actually settle down with for the long run. She grabbed her phone out of her bag and stared at the name Andy for a few minutes, wondering if he had gone home for the weekend too.

 

            “Hey,” his voice said softly. Destiny froze; she had no clue what to say to him.

 

            “Hey. I, um…I just wanted to know…I…” she stuttered, she felt ridiculous. Why was she doing this to herself? Andy wasn’t worth this, he couldn’t be.

 

            “You want to know what?” he asked, his voice actually sounding interested in what she was saying. She cleared her throat and let out a deep sigh.

 

            “Andy, whatever happened between us is over, right? Whatever feelings you had for me are gone? I just can’t take this anymore. This is too much hurt for such a small outcome,” she replied. Andy was silent for a minute, which Destiny took as a bad sign.

 

            “I’m not over you. I want to be badly, but I’m not. This isn’t like me, you know? I fuck and flee for the most part, I don’t hang around, but I want to with you and I know that’s stupid because it can’t work out. Patrick is my friend and he doesn’t deserve for me to do this to him,” Andy replied. Destiny felt herself smile softly.

 

            “So if neither of us wants this, why is it so hard to let us go?” she asked. Andy shrugged to himself, wondering the exact same thing. He had done nothing the past few weeks but think about her, and he hated every second his mind spent on her. It wasn’t okay, not to anyone. He sort of became an enemy for a minute when people found out why Destiny left the tour.

 

            “I think it might be best if we just let go and move on. I hate admitting this, but I want to see you happy, and Patrick makes you happy, I’ve seen it. So, thanks for the memories, but let’s just let it be,” he said. Destiny couldn’t help but note the sadness in his voice and it hurt her a little. She didn’t want to be the reason he was upset, but at the same time she had a feeling he was going to get over it in no time.

 

            “Thanks, Andy. I just don’t want things to be awkward with us if we have to hang out now, you know? I just want everything to go back to the way it used to be,” she said.

 

            “Me too. I got to go, but I’ll see you,” he said, hanging up immediately. Destiny sighed as she threw her phone into her bag, staring over at Patrick’s bedroom. She could see him pacing, thinking that wasn’t the best sign in the world, but knew that this needed to be resolved fast. He was leaving soon and she didn’t want him to go on tour still hating her to the core.

 

            Patrick grumbled as he heard a knock on the front door. He was assuming it was Joe or something, coming to tell him he was bored, but felt surprised and actually a little relived to see Destiny there once more. He wanted to open the door and hug her tightly and forgive her if she would forgive him, but somehow he knew it wouldn’t be that simple…

 

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After all you put me through
You think I'd despise you

"A sense of function, but a disregard" by getupngo

 

Part Nine: I've got to say, I wasted all your time

 

I've got to say I'm on my way down…
Where do I go to fall from grace

 

Destiny didn't hear from anyone on the Fall Out Boy crew for the rest of the Friends or Enemies tour. She kept to herself and just worried about herself and school for about two weeks before realizing how lonely she really had become. It had been to long that she isolated herself from her former friends for a variety of reasons, one of which was why she went to L.A. and it left her wondering what she was going to do on this particular Friday.

 

She got online; looking at Fall Out Boy stuff as she found herself doing the last couple nights…she missed Patrick. Suddenly she knew someone she could call.

 

"Destiny!" the girl said, full of enthusiasm, "How the fuck are you?" she asked. Destiny smiled, it was good to hear a friendly voice.

 

"Marie! I'm so bored, what are you doing?" she asked her.

 

"Um…packing. The tour is going to London tomorrow, I'm meeting everyone over there, even Jeana is going…aren't you going? Wait…shouldn't you be with them?" she asked, suddenly realizing that something was terribly wrong.

 

"Wow, Joe didn't tell you? Patrick and I broke up. I did something terrible, but, have fun in London, yeah? I'll talk to you later," she replied about to hang up.

 

"Wait, wait, wait. Stop, explain. Mr. Head-over-heels broke up with you? Very strange," she said. Destiny sighed. She really liked Marie and didn't want her to think less of her.

 

"I cheated, I was wrong. He had every right to dump me, Marie…wait, Jeana? Huh?" she asked suddenly. Marie laughed.

 

"New year, new leaf I suppose, crazy kids. Who did you possibly cheat with? Like there was anyone remotely engaging enough to cheat with?" she asked. Destiny cleared her throat.

 

"It was with Andy," she mumbled. Marie let out a loud laugh.

 

"Please tell me you're kidding. After all the bullshit you guys gave each other this summer? What the hell, Desty?" Marie asked.

 

"I don't know! First he was creepy then he suddenly became intriguing. He said he fell in love with me, I didn't know what to do. I never want to hurt Patrick," she replied.

 

"Has anyone tried to contact you?" she asked.

 

"Andy did the first day, but I told him I wanted nothing to do with anyone, that I was hurting too many people. So I haven't in over a month. I didn't even know about Pete and Jeana. I'm just out of the loop now," she said.

 

"Dude, come to London with me. I'll tell Joe I invited you. I'm sure we can fix this," Marie suggested.

 

"No, I can't. It's beyond fixable. Thanks though. I originally only kissed Andy, but after Patrick kicked me off the tour, I actually fucked him. I ruined any small chance I had. Tell everyone who cares I said hello. Have a good time, okay?" Destiny said. She heard Marie sigh.

 

"Yeah, I'll do that. You going to be okay here? I can just tell Joe I'll see him in another week if you need someone around?" she suggested.

 

"No, it's okay. Go see your man. I'll see you when you guys get back…"

 

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            A week went by and Destiny was now faced with Super Bowl weekend, which led to a week of insane promotion then they were going back to L.A. before the Honda Civic Tour for three months straight. For Destiny to try and save her relationship, it was now, or never. She knew that if she let Patrick go on tour, the beginning of which had him foreign countries, he was bound to get over her quicker.

 

She decided to take matters into her own hands and went to visit his home. Joe called her when he got in the city to let her know he was going to be home for the weekend before heading to New York.

 

Carefully, she knocked on the door and waiting in the frigid air for him to answer. Patrick was shocked when he looked out his bedroom window to see Destiny shivering in the wind. He opened the door and she peered at him, he was registering no emotion, but stepped aside to let her in. She shook the snow off her shoes carefully before stepping inside and was grateful for the heat in house.

 

"Hey," she said softly. He shrugged at her and crossed his arms defensively. "Okay…" she added, staring at his feet. Patrick let out a disbelieving laugh.

 

"What? You wanted me to just welcome you into my house with loving open arms after all you did to me? Andy told me everything. Here I was, thinking I could get you back somehow, but ended up finding out that you actually took advantage of the ten seconds that you had been single. I actually believed you moved on with him. I still don't understand you did this to me in the first place…" he began, his tone clearly just wanting a conversation. Destiny took it a different way.

 

"Why the hell do you think I cheated on you, Patrick? You're boring. Every time I tried to get closer to you, you shut me out. You're so worried about getting hurt, but you didn't think about the fact that you are bringing all of this pain on yourself," Destiny began. She was ready to be completely honest with him; he needed to know the truth about why this relationship was failing.

 

"You think its hard now? Destiny, I'm going to be leaving until the middle of June in less than a month. Baby, this is only going to get harder. You don't have what it takes to be with me, I knew that from the moment we started dating and all you were doing was bitching at me about not paying attention to you," he replied. Destiny laughed in disbelief.

 

"Oh right, I get it. You feel like you have to prove yourself in this band thing but yet I am still waiting for you to prove yourself as my boyfriend. Which is coming first? The established singer, or the boyfriend who acknowledges his girlfriends existence?" She spat at him. Patrick let his jaw drop slightly. He never really knew Destiny to speak in such low blows, but he squinted his eyes and retorted,

 

"At least I don't murder innocent life." Destiny backed away from him and stared. Did he really just say that?

 

"Get out," she said, "Go promote your album, then go to Japan and forget about me. You don't fucking deserve this life, Patrick. Anyone who can say shit like that doesn’t deserve much of anything. You fucking liar!" she screamed suddenly, getting angry. "When I told you why I was so flustered on the day you bumped into me, you told me you understood! But you fucking lied to me!" she said, picking up the nearest object, which happened to be a small pillow, and flung it at him but he easily ducked it.

 

"Yeah, but I never said I agreed with it, I just merely said I understood," he replied, his tone even, which scared Destiny. She had never seen him like this before. He looked like his mind was racing and any minute now he was just going to explode and beat her ass.

 

"Unbelievable," she said, turning around so she didn't have to look at him anymore and running her fingers through her hair. Patrick just let the venom course through his system. Anyone who knows him knows that when it comes to his music, its one of the few things that sets him off.

 

"How dare you stand there and tell me that you are more important than my job, you will never be more important than my music, Destiny, don't flatter yourself. Jesus, you have a lot of nerve."

 

"Fuck! You are so pretentious! I hate this side of you, Patrick. It's fucking annoying as hell! If someone doesn't fawn over the incredible talents of Patrick Stump, they are suddenly less of a person to you. I'm sorry I ever let this get this far. We don't belong together," she finished. Patrick could do nothing but clench his fists and nod.

 

"Then go ahead, run away. I know it's exactly what you're good at," he said. Destiny stared at him for another minute before shaking her head and turning to leave his home.

 

Patrick watched her leave, his hands now shaking with rage. He unclenched them and walked from the front hallway to his bedroom and into his closet. He paced in a small circle before letting his anger get the best of him, taking it out on the wall…

 

 

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Now when you work out where to draw the line
your guess is as good as mine...

AN: so..um...this is ALOT shorter than I expected it to be. I should've just contunued on from the first part but i couldnt think of anything else while i was writing it, but the rest of the action is RIGHT behind this. enjoy anyway, again, sorry about the length!

            As expected, Patrick and Destiny became inseparable from their first date on. It seemed that even though they shared different views on almost everything, Patrick was addicted to her. He craved the smell of her hair, the sound of her voice and the feeling of her lips on his. He couldn't recall the last time he had ever felt good and truly kissed, he assumed it was back when he was nineteen, when his other relationship was still new.

 

            Destiny fell hard for Patrick quickly, warning herself not to let on, that it shouldn't be happening this fast, but she couldn't help it. She adored every inch of him. Everything he was proud of and all of his silly insecurities, she loved him.

 

            The relationship her and Patrick shared was unique, in the sense that neither of them were specifically prepared for the magnitude at which they were going to fall for each other. Each had expected to like each other, but neither expected to be head over heels in a matter of weeks. It was romances like these that were either

 

            A) Designed to fail

 

            Or

 

            B) Designed to succeed.

 

            Fate could only take the couple so far, the rest of the battles they would face would leave them up to their own forces of will power.

 

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            Destiny came to L.A. entirely for personal reasons. To her parents, she was merely transferring for school, but to her, it was something much more serious.

 

            Destiny hated high school. She did all of her work and kept a B average, just enough to get by and get away to school. After she graduated in 2003, she went to school in her home state of Illinois and loved it. She was even lucky enough to find a boyfriend. She was finishing out her sophomore year after being with this guy since they were freshman and suddenly they found themselves faced with a problem: Destiny was pregnant.

 

            After thinking for nearly two years that this guy was going to be, as he always said to her, by her side no matter what, it was now her understanding that 'no matter what' excluded pregnancy. So Destiny decided to run. She had no one to turn to with her parents being such strict, right-wing people, they would've never approved. So she thought of a way to be on her own to deal with it, transferring school.  She was two months pregnant when she went to L.A. in July, giving her enough time to settle into the new city to find a job. She was eager to take care of things in her own way…

 

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            Destiny spent her summer by Patrick's side, sitting in on studio time, helping him get ready for certain award shows and being a huge support system. Her favorite thing to do became sitting next to Pete while Patrick recorded his vocals; the pair of them would gush over his talent.

 

            It was important to her to be accepted by the rest of the band, she wanted them to approve of her relationship with Patrick and she also wanted to be friends with them. She wanted to love them in the same way Patrick did.

 

            She developed a friendly relationship with Joe first, they were both silly and a little crazy, always joking about times they were drunk and even occasionally partying together, specifically on nights Patrick was holing himself up in the studio. Joe also had his girlfriend Marie with him most of the summer as well, she and Destiny hit it off immediately. She was glad to have another female around who knew exactly what it meant and what it took to be dating a member of Fall Out Boy.

 

            To her, Pete was an interesting and complicated guy. It took her some time to understand the right way to talk to him, but once the informal channel of communication opened up between the two, she found him to be extremely smart and very business minded; it was when she realized Pete Wentz perfectly calculates every move he makes. She also found he was easy to talk to because he was a good listener and gave some good advice; ultimately he knew Patrick better then she did. Since her and Patrick lived with Pete while they were all in L.A., she also found it convenient that he rarely slept, they would spend some nights just sitting and talking, not sleeping for a few days, just letting time bleed together.

 

            Andy was a whole different story in her eyes. He was funny, yes, but she didn’t ever agree with his anarchist views on things and was always arguing with him over his veganism. She held her view that you have the right to do what you want, but cow were put on the earth to be eaten and if we let them all die a naturally, humans would be in the minority to animals. Needless to say, she found Andy annoying and slightly creepy, in the way he pretty much had a different girl with him every time she saw him.

 

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            Destiny's days were mostly spent with Patrick; her nights were spent on the computer doing her school work. Patrick pushed himself completely into making this album and doing all of his side projects, but at the same time trying his hardest to spend time with Destiny. He would take her out sometimes on the weekends to a movie, but his first love was his work. It was what he was chained to and it was who he was. Destiny understood that, but she found that it complicated things. They ran into problems throughout the summer, when Patrick would spend entire days in the studio until being kicked out. He was a perfectionist when it came to his craft. This would bother Destiny some nights, those nights when she would sit with Pete; she would be upset because he would come home and want nothing else but to sleep and wouldn't spend time with her.

 

            When the band began doing shows in late fall, Destiny got her first taste of what it really felt like to date a rock star and it tested her will. She would hang out with Marie and some people she had met while in L.A. through Fall Out Boy and couldn't help but find herself occasionally unsure of whether or not she was prepared for her boyfriend being on tour…

 

A/N: Here it is. The final installment of "Patrick Stump and the Great Cupcake Caper". Tell me what you think.
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     Ten minutes later and Callan had finally had enough of watching Pete and Bridget alternate between swapping spit and insults, Joe pace the room with a jewlery catalog and Patrick talk to a stuffed baked good.  Five minutes after that she looked at the clock and realized it was almost midnight.  Which also meant it was time for all crazy little boys to be tucked away in bed.
     "Patrick lets go."
     "Where?"
     "To bed."
     "Ok..." The shorter boy got up and followed Callan into his bedroom where she went about getting him ready for sleep.  
     "Ya know, I always figured if I was gonna tuck you into bed, it would be under slightly different circumstances." Callan grumbled at him as she tossed a t-shirt and pajama pants that were lying on a chair at Patrick.
     "You mean like sex? 'cause I like sex. I wouldn't be entirely opposed to it."
     "excuse me?" Callan asked shocked as she started looking around for Ashton and the Punk'd crew.
     "Sex. You and me. I hear its a great stress reliever." Patrick said as he stood up and walked across the room to the bedroom door.  Joe who had heard him was standing there staring at them.  Callan just shrugged in response as Patrick closed and locked the door.
     "Uh, Patrick have you ever thought about seeking help for possibly multiple personality disorders?" Callan asked as the suddenly very very sure of himself young man approached her.  "Patrick?"
     "Shut up."
     "ok..." Callan sighed as Patrick grabbed her and kissed her.  The kissing went on for quite a while.  It seemed that Patrick was a fan of foreplay, and possibly bad porn as he insisted they roll around a lot before they got into it.  Once it was all said and done however...
     "WOW!" Callan exclaimed.
     "your welcome." Patrick said with a smirk. "Now will you help me find my cupcakes?...Callan...Callan? Why are you crying? I'm upset about the cupcakes too but don't worry we'll get them back. I promise. Callan?"

~*~*~meanwhile~*~*~
     "guys? GUYS? Did you just hear or see that?" Pete and Bridget pulled away from each other and looked at the curly haired wonder.
     "huh?" They both articulated quite well.
     "Nevermind. Maybe you should take that somewhere else." Joe said gesturing towards Pete's sister's pants. Pete glanced down and smirked.
     "Yea you're right. Let's go gorgeous."  Bridget rolled her eyes in response as she got up to follow him.  Before the door to Pete's room closed Joe heard Bridget's voice telling Pete,
     "Now Peter. When you rock my world this time how about we aim for Robert Plant...and maybe if we're lucky you'll....uhh...hit a home run this time. Also can we take down these mirrors first?"
     Joe just shook his head.  "They're all crazy."  Pulling out his cellphone Joe hit speed dial 3 and when the phone was answered anyone who had been paying attention to Joe, which of course wasn't the two...couples...would have heard.
     "They're all incredibly occupied....Uhh...I don't know for how long. We got a preview of Pete earlier and we might have ten minutes if he does something right this time.....Yea I didn't need to know that about him either.....Patrick? Uhh...no sounds like they might still be busy...Uh-huh. Gotcha.....So twenty minutes? I'll be waiting."  Joe hung up his cellphone and sat down on the couch to wait out the twenty minutes.  Three minutes later he put his iPod on as he realized the van may have been a fluke.  

~*~*~Pete's Room~*~*~
     "Ok....I take it back. Everything I ever said about you I take back." Bridget said as she laid in bed catching her breath.
     "Yup. That's right. I am the king."
     "And now I take back what I just took back."
     "but...nevermind. Wanna go again?"  Bridget rolled her eyes at the bassist...I use that term lightly...and shrugged.

~*~*~Twenty Minutes later in the Living Room~*~*~
     The door opened at Andy walked in and looked around.  Poking Joe in the shoulder to get his attention, as the guitarist had his iPod volume up quite high, he smiled and waved a keys around.
     "You got them?"
     "Yup."
     "And the car?"
     "The car is fine. Its in the parking lot. Locked this time."
     "Oh thank god.     Alright. So now we just have to set this up perfectly and they will never know the difference."
     The two usually ignored members of Fall Out Boy hurried around the living room setting up their plan.  Joe hurried over to the mini-fridge and pulled out Patrick's ACTUAL cupcakes from where he had stashed them earlier that morning and set them out on the table where replacements the girls had stolen had been.  Andy snickered as he thought back on how their plan had come about that morning. Then he grimaced and glanced at Pete's door as he heard a particularly loud exclamation about Pete.
     "Ya know this would have worked perfectly if you hadn't been late." Andy said to Joe who winced in response.

~*~*~Earlier that day~*~*~
     "....so yea. It'll be easy as that. We pose as maids, get in and get out."  Joe and Andy stared at each other over coffee as they listened to the two girls sitting in the booth next to them outline an entire plan to steal Patrick's cupcakes.  Once the girls were gone Andy started laughing.
     "I guess the press ignoring us is a good thing. Now we can save ourselves from our lead singer having a total breakdown."
     "How so? I don't wanna call the cops on them. They're cute. Nuts but cute." Andy rolled his eyes at his friends one track mind.
     "Duh! We stash Patrick's REAL cupcakes. We put a box of the same ones on the table.  Then after the girls steal the cupcakes, we just put Patrick's real box back. No one will EVER know the difference."

~*~*~The Living Room~*~*~
     "I'm sorry. I forgot." Joe said to Andy.
     "You forgot you needed to be back here to switch the cupcakes before anyone found out?"
     "Yes."
     "Stoner."
     "Vegan."
     "Pot head."
     "Same thing. Wait. Stop. Everytime today people argued they wound up banging. So NOT happening."
     "Really why not? Am I not attractive enough for you?"
     "AH!" Joe turned around and stomped into his room of the suite before closing and locking the door on a laughing Andy.

~*~*~The Next Morning~*~*~
     "CUPCAKES!"
     The shout from the living room woke up everyone in the suite.  Callan glanced over next to her and was in no way shape or form surprised to see that Patrick wasn't in bed after hearing that shout.  Walking into the living room she joined everyone else.  Pete standing there looking bleary in boxers, Bridget didn't look much better for that matter in one of his t-shirts.  Andy was looking very proud of himself and Joe was inching away from the drummer looking a bit frightened.
     "Are those the cupcakes?" Callan asked.
     "Yup." Andy proclaimed, "And I think these are yours?" He asked as he tossed keys in her direction.  
     "So that's where you were." Pete said as though everything was becoming clear to him.
     "Yup."
     "Is this the big reveal scene?" Bridget asked the ceiling.
     "Uhh...babe?" Pete whispered, "who are you talking to?"
     "The narrator."
     "Oh."
     "Hey! Sex addicts. Over here." Andy said snapping to get their attention.
     "Sorry." They both replied.
     "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by...well whoever she is. We over heard your plot to foil Patrick and we decided to stop you. Unfortunatly afternoon traffic caused OUR plan to get slightly out of whack and we had to edit it as we moved along. So Joe was planted you to throw you off my scent while I masterminded the plot to foil your plan." Andy finished.
     "Right. Ok. Can I go back to sleep now?" Bridget asked.
     "Uhh...isn't this where you say 'those meddeling kids?'...please?" Joe asked.
     "No. This is where I say, 'Pete kept me up all night by blogging on his damn sidekick and I want to go back to sleep'. So yea. Consider it said."
     "How many weird poems that make absolutly no sense whatsoever did he write about you?" Patrick asked through a mouthful of cupcake.
     "I dunno. I didn't check yet...WHY are you eating those?!"
     "Cause they're good."
     "But didn't we spend all night trying to track them down so you could...save them."
     "Yes. Save them to eat today. It's Sunday. That's cupcake eating day. Duh. Callan? Why are you crying again?"

~*~*~In A Not So Distant Future (or ya know 10 years down the road)~*~*~
     "Soooo...Today's the big day huh?" Callan asked Bridget.
     "Yup. That it is."      
     "Excited?"
     "Uhh...yes?"
     "Oh that's healthy."
     "We'll not all of us can have a healthy loving marriage with a one time member of a major pop-punk band." Bridget shot at her friend's reflection in the mirror.
     "Don't forget a bakery and three kids."
     "Yea them too."
     "Oh come on. You know you're excited. You're getting married. And it only took him...eight years, 364 days, and a kid to pop the question."
     "Don't remind me. Why I waited around for that dolt I have no idea."
     "Cause you love him. And 'cause Patricia is way too much like her father."
     "Don't remind me. She's only seven, I'm hoping its a phase."
     "It's not." came from a small voice on the couch behind the two women.  Bridget turned to see her daughter Patricia Josephine Andrea Wentz with her big brown eyes and long brown hair smirking at her.  Needless to say Bridget had lost when it came to naming the child.  

     Anyway, to make a long story short.  This narrator is ducking to avoid all the "too late's" being thrown at them.  After the "The Cupcake Caper", as it came to be called, erased "The String Cheese Incident" (which the girls still didn't know about) the band went on to have another sucessful album "Infintiy on High".  They toured for about a year in support of it before recording one more album and doing another tour. This one not as successful.  During that three year period Callan sought out help for our slightly disturbed lead singer and weaned him of his cupcake obsession.   Bridget and Pete spent those three years not together, as it seemed that Pete couldn't handle a steady relationship and screaming girls throwing themselves at him. Then they both got wasted, and Bridget got knocked up.   That as they say was the straw that broke the camels back.  Unfortunatly, a resurgance in dance-pop music in retaliation for the generic rock that had been over saturating the airwaves since 2002 didn't help Fall Out Boy's case either.  The band decided to take a "break".
     Patrick and Callan had gotten married a year before the break and now that the band was finished decided to give into their second love and opened a Bakery that they named "Mozart's".  Their speciality was green cupcakes.  They even made sure to have a line of vegan friendly baked goods just for Andy who they credited with getting them together.  On the side Patrick was known to produce music for other artists as his attempt to stop had left him in a near detoxed stage and Callan didn't feel like going on another trip with "crazy Patrick".
     Andy dedicated his life after that to keeping the "yay anarchy" hardcore scene alive.  He's still trying. It's not really working.  Mainly because the hardcore scene never really went away.  Andy was just confused.  Silly vegan.
     Joe surprised everyone by marrying his highschool sweetheart.  Having 2.5 kids, although how one has .5 of a child no one will ever know and being a stay at home dad.  Probably because of that poor .5 of a child needing constant care.
     Then we have Pete and Little Miss Mastermind.   You see today is their wedding day (if you listen carefully you can hear everyone who knows them yell "finally").  Bridget had become a successful music journalist, and was one of the few people in that fickle, digusting, turn coat industry to support emo/pop-punk/rock (whatever you want to call it) straight to the bitter end.  She avoided Pete at all costs until that one incident that left her a bun in the oven.  Once that happened the two just kind of fell into being a couple.  Pete kept his label alive,  he had to stop living like "Pete Wentz" in order to still attempt to bring rock music to the mainstream, but thankfully with Bridget's help he rediscovered the Pete Wentz of old and got his punk rock street cred back.  
     And a month after the wedding, Fall Out Boy were set to put out their newest album on Decaydance, the first single "The Break's Over (for real this time)" was burning up the charts as the sick and twisted cycle that music industry was came full circle again.  

AN: So there is a lot I wanted to cover, apparently, so it looks like this flashback is going to be split in two. I should have segment two done later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!

 

P.S.- "She" is getting a name! and um…I didn’t know what the guys were doing around July this year, so I made it up. lol, it's called fiction!

 

Part Eight (segment one): Did I make the choice, or was it...

 

And this course I travel
Was it up to me?
Did I make the choice?

 

Patrick wasn't sure LA was the best place for him. He was of course beyond excited about making a new record, he had so much stuff and so many ideas, and this was really exciting for him, but as he watched Pete expand his star power by being seen with some of young Hollywood's most popular girls and hitting clubs every night they weren't recording, he began to think about all the normal stuff he continued to force himself to avoid for fear of hurting once more.

 

            Ever since he broke up with his first girlfriend, he was having trouble getting back into dating, so he ignored it and concentrated on his work. He tried to date a few girls who hated his band, to avoid any confusion on whether or not they were dating him because they liked him, or if they were dating because 'omg, he was Patrick Stump!', but they ended up just not fully supporting him.

 

            With headphones blaring and thoughts of new chords and melodies floating through him, Patrick wasn't paying any attention to where he was going and suddenly found himself face to face with a pair of large brown eyes…and the entire contents of her bag, all over the pavement.

 

            "Shit," he mumbled, leaning down to help her pick up her stuff, "I'm so sorry," he said, grabbing random objects like pens, receipts and her cell phone from the ground as she picked up her wallet, sunglasses and keys.

 

            "No, it's okay, I'm sort of out of it, I wasn't paying any attention," she replied. Her voice was kind, which surprised him because so far L.A. hadn't been too friendly. He wanted to ask her where she was from, but she quickly said thanks and was gone. He watched her dark brown hair blow in the light breeze as she hurried away, wondering what had her so seemingly flustered for a moment, before shrugging and continuing down the sidewalk towards his rental car.

 

            Two weeks had passed and neither one thought about the other. It was just an accident on the street, happens every day, but as Patrick continued living in the area, he began to see her more and more. He saw her two weeks later at the same restaurant he was dining at with some friends, and then two days later, he saw her at the Galleria. It was interesting to him that he began seeing her everywhere since them. It seemed that everywhere he went, she was already there.

 

            She didn't notice Patrick at all. When she bumped into him on the street, he wasn't wearing a hat, every other time since, he had been wearing one. She ignored him and he figured it was probably for the best, he wasn't ready to be in any kind of potentially serious relationship anyway.

 

            One night, a week later, it was the middle of July and Fall Out Boy was celebrating the release of Gym Class Heroes new album "Cruel as School Children" at a club in southern California. He was having a good time, but kept to himself most of the night, being an observer as he usually was, but felt like he was looking for something, he just wasn't sure what.

 

            She sat a stared around the party, laughing as she watched all of the people get drunk. A guy with shoulder length hair sat down next to her friend, and introduced himself as Andy. He was telling her friend that he thought she was beautiful and if she wanted to hang out sometime. She rolled her eyes as her friend fell for the lines, she would've told him to fuck off. Leaving her friend to her own defenses with this Andy guy, she grabbed her drink and strolled around the party, looking for something, she just wasn't sure what.

 

            All of the seemingly attractive men at this party looked taken in her eyes, everyone was dancing with someone else and she was left to sip her vodka tonic alone, milling around for someone to talk to. Then she spotted a guy, he looked maybe twenty-five, sitting in a VIP booth upstairs, looking contented, but sort of bored. She smiled at him, but he didn’t see her and she began wondering how she could get in the VIP area. As she stood staring at this guy, he friend walked passed her with this Andy character and grabbed her arm, dragging her upstairs with her.

 

Fate.

 

            She bee-lined for the man in the hat, taking a gulp of her drink for confidence.

 

            "Hi," she said softly as she took a seat across from him. Patrick gulped…it was her.

 

            "Hey," he said softly, his shyness preventing him from making any sort of eye contact. She fell silent, she didn’t really know of anything to say, all she remembered was wanting to say hello, she didn’t think any farther ahead then that. She took another drink and watched his eyes carefully, but subtly.

 

            "Are you having a good time?" she asked him, fishing around for conversation. Patrick lifted his eyes and nodded slowly.

 

            "Yeah, I guess. I mean, you've been to one club; you've been to them all. The party thing isn't really my scene, but work is work," he replied, shifting his eyes away from her constantly.

 

            "Oh? What do you do?" she asked. Patrick let his eyes finally settle on hers, searching for truth or a lie within her statement. He couldn't find any indication that she was lying and was a little dumb founded that she was at a Fueled by Ramen party and didn't know who he was. Dumbfounded, but relieved.

 

            "Uh…I'm um, in a band. I sing, play guitar and write a lot of the songs," he said. Her eyes widened.

 

            "Awesome, what band?" she asked. He laughed nervously at her enthusiasm; he should've said he worked at Borders.

 

            "Um…Fall Out Boy?" he replied.

 

            "No shit?!" she said, this time her eyes widened even more, "I have two of your albums, but I've never actually seen you guys before. I hate MTV, but…yeah. But that’s crazy, I love your band," she said. Patrick stared at her. She had to be fucking with him; she really liked his band and had zero clue as to who he was? He decided to change the subject.

 

            "Do you remember me, by any off chance? I bumped into you about three weeks ago? I spilled your purse all over the sidewalk?" he said, hoping to bring her down to normalcy after she figured out who he was. She put her drink down and giggled slightly.

 

            "Oh my god, that was you?" she asked. He nodded. "Wow, I don't even recognize you, that’s so shitty of me. Sorry," she said. He shrugged.

 

            "Yeah, on the street I'm pretty fucking ordinary," he replied, leaning back in the chair. She stared at him curiously.

 

            "You weren't wearing a hat the last time, maybe that's why. Because your face is something I would've remembered. Plus I was having a shitty day, I wasn't really concentrating on anything," she said. He nodded, feeling curious about the face statement, but wasn't going to press it until later.

 

            "So what brings you to this party?" she asked. He nodded.

 

            "The band is actually on the label we used to be with and I produced a couple tracks for the album too," he replied, happy that she seemed interested in what he was saying.

 

            "Wow," she began," singer, songwriter, guitarist and producer. You're a talented man," she said with a smile. He smiled back at her; he was really beginning to like her. He glanced at his watch quickly and realized why he was feeling so tired. It was now two in the morning.

 

            "Damn, listen, I need to get some sleep, but," he said, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, "we should…um…do something, sometime," he replied. She smiled at him softly and nodded, getting her phone out as well so they could exchange numbers.

 

            "So, I'll try to call you this week, okay?" he said, standing up. She nodded. He began walking away when suddenly he thought of something.

 

            "What's your name?" he asked. She giggled then breathed out softly.

 

            "Destiny."

 

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Some say it's luck
Others call it fate

"A sense of function, but a disregard" by getupngo

 

Part Seven: There's certain things I promised not to let you know

 

I want to hate you so bad
But I can't stop this
anymore than you can

 

Patrick passed his guitar off to the tech and walked offstage, pulling his hat off and wiping the sweat from his forehead. Each note he sang and each chord he played failed to distract him from his mind. Performing usually gave him an excuse to empty his thoughts and to have no troubles for the time he was on stage, but today he just couldn't sake her words, 'I'm not sorry I ever had feelings for Andy.' Why did he still want her back so badly?

 

            Pete watched Patrick meander mindlessly away towards the dressing room. He felt bad but was sure there was nothing else he could say or do to make it better for him, to lessen his pain. After his last break-up, Patrick leaped head first into his work, into making his music and producing for other bands. Somehow, Pete didn't see that happening this time.

 

            Patrick walked into the dressing room and pulled out his cell phone, half hoping for a text message or voicemail from her, but here was nothing. So he sighed and sat down, still sweating and feeling over heated. He had fought the urge to cry now for a few hours, but couldn't hold back anymore and let tears seep out of his eyes, stinging as the salty tears mixed with his sweat.

 

            "Fuck!" he yelled, kicking the couch underneath him, wiping furiously at the tears. He was sure she was long gone by now, but he needed her back. He wasn't going to allow this to happen again. He wasn't going to let another girl tear him down. He was going to fight for her…

 

            She watched the bus disappear from her vision and blinked. Her mind was empty. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs and all it was doing was making her uncomfortable. She bought a redeye ticket for the last flight out to Chicago, it was time to get back to a normal life; having a minimum wage job, sitting in classes instead of doing web classes, and going about her life as it was before she ever met Patrick.

 

            It was weird to think about going home and staying stationary. She lived with Patrick the whole summer and fall, and always had something to do. She was by his side seeing the album all the way through and just being his biggest supporter. She had finished two semesters through on-line courses and was dreading having to do all of her learning on someone else's time again. She was happy about getting to live in her own home and doing her own thing once more, not having to live in the shadow of her boyfriend and his band.

 

            The whole plan ride home, she wrote and wrote in her journal, just putting her feelings, or current lack there of, on paper and once the plane landed she had made herself feel even more indifferent towards her situation. She took a cab back to her apartment and sighed as she walked inside the building. She got inside her apartment and threw her bags back into her bedroom. She grabbed a towel from her closet; she felt disgusting and was definitely in need of a shower.

 

            She let the warm water push all of her thoughts away, once more. She forced herself to feel numb, to just enjoy the steam. She got out of the shower and dried off, wiping the water off the mirror, brushing her teeth. She felt a little better now that she was clean and padded to her room, getting pajamas on and sitting on the edge of her bed. She stared around her room and was suddenly reminded of how lonely she just made herself by leaving the tour. Patrick was all around her, she had actually forgotten how picture crazy everyone was over the summer.

 

            "Shit," she muttered to herself. "FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Barely two days ago were her and Patrick happy and perfect, why did she have to be foolish and play Andy like that? How could she betray the only man she ever felt truly loved her? She lay down in bed, wrapping a blanket around her and cried for what she imagined must have been an hour, when she heard her phone begin ringing from the living room. She wiped at her face and sniffed, making her way towards the noise…

 

            Andy pretended not to care about where she went after the concert was over. He watched Patrick mope around, pretending to feel sorry for what had happened. Patrick still didn't know the whole story: that Andy had slept with her on the bus mere minutes before running on stage. They all went through their usual post-show motions, which finally included leaving the venue. The guys had to head elsewhere for a small meet and greet, and all Andy wanted was to call her.

 

            They all finally moved to the bus, then into the hotel for the night. Andy sat on a bed once he was sure Patrick was out of ear shot and dialed her number. He began tapping on his leg out of nervous habit as her phone rang, half hoping she wouldn't answer.

 

            "What?" she said, her tone forcing him to believe he was the last person she wanted to talk to.

 

            "Where are you?" he asked her. He heard her sigh and then heard some banging around on her end of the line.

 

            "Home. Chicago. Home," she replied. Andy let his mouth fall open in slight shock, she really took Patrick literally.

 

            "I figured you'd go to L.A…I don't really think Patrick wanted you to go all the way back to the place where he never existed in your life," he replied.

 

            "Why would I go to L.A.? Patrick wanted me gone, out of his life. And do you think he's ever going to forgive me now, after what we did? I'm home. It'll be nice to get back to reality," she added. Andy could detect a hint of dread in her voice.

 

            "You hate being alone. Come back," he said. She suddenly stopped banging around and was silent for a moment.

 

            "Why should I? You got what you wanted from me, and Patrick and I broke up. What's the point? Yeah, I'm going to hate not having anyone to talk to for awhile, but I'll get back in contact with all of my old friends and maybe I'll even make some new ones. I never did anything useful on the tour anyway. This just makes more sense, okay? I'll see you on TV," she said, hanging up.

 

            "Wait--" Andy began, but was met with a line drop. He pulled the phone away and sat it down, thinking maybe now that she was gone; it would be a good time to tell Patrick he had slept with her…

 

            Patrick gave up on feeling anything anymore. He felt better once he cried a little. He carried on with the rest of the evening, forcing all normal feelings of sadness and anger away, trying hard to ignore all of the things around him that reminded him of her…which was pretty much everything.

 

            Once he got to the hotel, he immediately got a shower, he felt gross. Afterwards, he went to Pete's room to see if he could think of something to take his mind off his worries. He was about to leave the room when he heard Andy's voice, "You hate being alone. Come back." Patrick felt his skin burn. Here it was, he had just sent her away in a total moment of weakness and Andy was trying to get her back already. He was planning on calling her in the morning, to beg for her to come back, to tell her how much he needed her in his life right now. But it appeared she had already moved on with Andy. Patrick felt his heart fall to the floor. Any thoughts he had of taking her back were slowly slipping away…

 

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You've got me right where you want me
let's never talk about this again because
I didn't want it to mean that much to me

 

A/N: next chapter I have decided to go into a flashback so you can see what made this a whirlwind romance that Patrick just can't let go of…