Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Clandestine Industries Presents: disasteRomance

nigh 'n' won won

by killxsmile 5 reviews

here it goes.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Romance - Published: 2008-11-11 - Updated: 2008-11-12 - 2099 words

Author's Note: Holy shiznit. It's been more than 2 months since my last update, and I can't apologize enough. Yes, yes, I'm fully aware that I completely suck at updating. Anyways, I hope you guys take these next chapters as an apology.

lil_chica007 - lmao @ ryan's bowl cut. Sorry I took so long to post!
---delilah - Yeah, the Andy situation seems lightyears away. I can't believe how much this story has changed. First is was intended to be a one-shot. Then I wanted it to be a Joe fic. Now it's a Pete/Soap & Gabe/Soap fic. Crazy.
RyanRossLuver - Aww, glad you like Hemmy. He's my favorite character to write for.
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x_slowdown - School has been a major hindrance in my writing, but I finally found some time to post this. Hope you like it!
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I thank you all from the bootom of my digital heart. Srsly.

39: nigh ‘n’ won won

Trick’s POV

Tick, tock. Tick tock.

As we sat in the waiting room, I could hear the second hand of the clock pounding into my skull.
It seemed to mock me as doctors and nurses bustled in and out of rooms, up and down the tiled hallway.

I kept my eyes fixed on the emergency room doors, even though they had been immobile for more than an hour.

Tick, tock. Tick tock.

Joe stood across from me, repeatedly pacing between the off white couches. With a mix of worry and resentment in his eyes, I made sure not to aggravate him.

“I swear I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard…” he muttered.

Tick, tock. Tick tock.

“Not if I get to him first,” Andy replied, knuckles white as he sat in the chair next to me.

Tick, tock. Tick tock.

I continued flipping through the pages of a tattered Rolling Stone, pointlessly trying to calm myself down. With tears threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes, I looked up at the fluorescent lighting and wondered how anyone was able to keep their sanity in situations like these.

E A R L I E R T H A T D A Y .

Sophie’s POV

“Where do you think you’re going?” Pete sleepily asked, wrapping his arms around me as I tried to get out of bed.
“Nowhere, apparently.”

He chuckled before nuzzling against the back of my neck.

“Pete, as much as I would love to lie in bed with you for the rest of the day, I need to get to work,” I said, turning to face him. “The scene kids of Chicago are in desperate need of haircuts.”
“But I’m in desperate need of girlfriend time.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he pressed his lips against mine before I had the chance. Skillfully, he trailed kisses down my collarbone then rested his head against my neck. It was a quiet, yet highly effective tactic.

Thoughts of scissors and spray bottles were quickly banished from my mind, and I found myself cuddling closer to him.

“I’m gonna be late…” I said, sighing.
“I know,” he smugly said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

With a sleepy smile, I brushed the bangs out of his eyes and planted a kiss on his forehead. He grinned, pulling me tighter to his chest. For almost half an hour, we just laid there in each other’s arms. But our state of half-sleep was eventually interrupted by the alarm clock.

“Babe, I’m sorry, but I really need to get out of bed.” I planted a quick kiss on his nose before getting up. Yawning, he trailed behind me.

While I searched the dresser for something to wear, Pete placed his hands on my hips and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“When will you get home?”
“I’m aiming for 10, but I might be later. Jen is finally getting those swallow tattoos done, and she asked me to go with. Y’know, make sure she doesn’t chicken out.”
“Are you getting anything inked?”
“Yeah, I’m getting Dirty’s face on my lower back,” I casually said, picking out a red tank top.
“Alright,” he said, running his fingers across the small of my back. “Just make sure to have him saying ‘I love my liiiife!’”
“Does that have 4 or 5 i’s?”
“4. And don’t forget the exclamation point at the end.”
“Haha. Thanks for reminding me,” I said, slipping the shirt over my head and putting the new one on.

“So what are your plans for today?” I asked, kicking off my shorts and pulling on a pair of grey jeans.
“Well, after watching you get ready for work, I’m gonna sleep until 2, then work on some Clandestine designs with Audrey.”
“Fun, fun.”
“Oh yeah, loads,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Salon’s closed, so we’re free to play laser tag or whatever you want.”
“Can this ‘whatever’ be of the sexual nature?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow.
“Of course.”

I laughed.

“You’re such a dork, Pete.”
“True, but you seem to like me that way.”

I smiled at his comment and pulled him toward me. We shared a long goodbye kiss (or a short goodbye make out session, whichever you’d prefer to call it) before I slipped on my zebra flats and headed out.

Pete’s POV

A sound similar to wind chimes echoed throughout the house as I lazily pulled myself out of bed.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” I said as the doorbell rang again. With a yawn, I opened the door, revealing a short brunette standing on the porch.

“Did you just wake up?” Audrey asked.
“Well, yeah.”
“No wonder you look like crap,” she said, stepping past me.
“Hello to you, too.”

I closed the door behind her and we took seats on the couch.

“What are we working on today?” I asked as she laid sketches and fabric swatches on the coffee table.
“The fall and winter lines,” she dryly said.
“I’m loving the enthusiasm.”
“And I’m loving the sarcasm.”

We both turned to looked at each other and let out a chuckle before getting to work.

Audrey’s POV

“I think the zebra should go in the middle…” Pete said, shifting the picture toward the center of the t-shirt.
“Are you sure?”
“Wait. Maybe it should be a little off toward the side,” he said, moving it a few centimeters to the left.
“Alright, that looks fine, too.”

He stared at the placement for a minute or so, furrowing his eyebrows every now and then.

“…It still looks off. Maybe if we switch the colors,” Pete said.
“I thought you liked the yellow and black.”
“Meh. Now I’m thinking blue and yellow.”
“But you’ve already put out a lot of blue shirts.”
“Good point… What are some color combinations we haven’t done?”
“Pink and green.”
“Too girly for a unisex shirt.”
“Orange and blue.”
“Reminds me of the bears, but it doesn’t make sense with a zebra.”
“Red and yellow.”
“Too McDonalds.”
“White and orange.”
“Too Juno.”

Sighing, I leaned back into the couch.

“Can’t we just slap bartskulls onto everything and call it a day?” I asked. We’d been sorting through ideas for more than 4 hours, and thanks to Pete’s indecisiveness, we’d only finished 1 hoody design.
“When you have your own clothing line, you can put pictures of midget porn on a shirt for all I care. But since we’re talking Clandestine at the moment, I wanna do this right.”

I laughed.

“Okay, bossman. But can we at least take a break? I mean, it’s clear that we aren’t getting anywhere at the moment.”

Pete stood up and stretched.

“Tiempo para cerveza!”
“Huh?” I said, turning to face him.
“I just said it’s time for beer. En espanol.”

We headed to the kitchen and pulled some Corona’s out of the fridge.

“To fashion,” I said, raising my bottle.
“And the machine that kills it,” he said, clinking the glass together.

Soap’s POV

“Jesus, it looks like they got a lot done,” I commented to myself as I stepped through the door and set my keys onto the hook. Fabric and clothing sketches littered the coffee table while beer bottles littered the living room floor.

Walking upstairs I couldn’t help but laugh. Pete was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and by the amount of empty bottles strewn across the carpet, he was going to have a massive hangover in the morning.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I could hear voices coming from the bedroom.

“Pete?” I called out, before opening the door.

Nothing could have prepared me for what was on the other side.

Clothes were strewn across the floor while Audrey and Pete fucked in our bed. Both of them were oblivious to my presence, too wrapped up in each other’s bodies to notice me standing in the doorway.

My feet and brain were moving too fast for me to comprehend. Before I knew it, I found myself breaking down in the driver’s seat of my car, simultaneously turning the keys in the ignition.

Joe’s POV

“Named must be your fear before banish it you can,” Yoda said as we aimlessly wandered the desert. Just as we took seats on the sand, a wave of droids appeared over the horizon.
“What do we do?” I asked, as they quickly approached.

The short, wrinkly jedi looked up at me and began to speak, but his voice was replaced with a shrill ringing noise.

“What? I can’t understand…”

Opening my eyes, I realized it had been a dream. But my phone continued to ring, indicating that it wasn’t all a figment of my imagination. As I reached over to answer it, a glowing 2:39 burned my irises. so4p lit up the screen.

“Hey Sophie. What’s up?” I asked, voice still raspy.
“Joe, can I come over?”

Instantly concerned, I sat up on the edge of my bed. Though I was half asleep, there was no mistake that she was crying on the other end.

“Wait, what happened?”
“Pete and Audrey. When I got home I caught them fucking around—” she was cut off as a loud crashing noise came through the line.


I could feel my heart racing as I waited for a response. After a long silence, muffled sobs and labored breathing came through the receiver.

“Soap, what’s going on?! Is everything alright?!”
“There’s blood… I—I can’t move…” she weakly said. “Help…”

Panic took over as her words sank in.

“Where are you?” I frantically asked, trying to stay calm.
“Belmont and Clark…”
“Hold on, Sophie—”

The line went dead.

P R E S E N T T I M E .

Patrick’s POV

Tick, tock. Tick tock. Nervous pacing. Anxious tapping. Pointless page flipping. Unsteady breathing. Whispered worry. Jingling keys. Intercom announcements. Rolling gurneys. Nurses heels.

This apprehensive symphony was interrupted by frantic footsteps.

“Is Sophie—”

Pete was cut off mid-question as Joe’s fist made contact with his jaw.

“What the hell?” Pete asked, holding the side of his face.

Silence overcame the waiting room and Pete’s face went pale as the realization hit him.

Joe grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back into the wall. Tension still looming in the air, I noticed a woman wearing a lab coat stepping toward us.

“Is Sophie gonna be okay?” Andy asked, springing out of his seat.
“We still don’t know. Surgery went well, but the next 24 hours are going to be crucial for her and the baby.”
“Baby?” Pete asked, wide-eyed.

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