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I Could Crush You With My Voice ~ Patrick Stump Love Story
0 reviewsPatrick Stump. And love. I can't make it much simpler. :)
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Disclaimer to cover my ass: I don't own anything except the characters I've created: Kel and Farrah, and any other random character that happens to pass through. I do NOT own Fall Out Boy, Patrick, Pete, Andy, or Joe (even though I would probably enjoy owning Patrick. Just a thought. wink) I also do NOT own any of the song lyrics used in this story. Whew. Now I've got that out of the way, ENJOY! ^_^
Part One
My name is Keliah. But my friends call me Kel. I am a lover of music, and I am a singer. Not in a band, and not professionally, but I sing all the time. I play ukelele, not a common instrument to play, but in my opinion, I'm one of the best. ^_^ I'm only 5'2", with auburn hair, and dark brown eyes, and I'm 23 years of age. My best friends name is Farrah, she's the sweetest person I know, and we've known each other for ages. We're the exact same age, and our birthday is on the same day. We like to think of ourselves as twins separated at birth. :) But, anyways...
This is the story of how I fell in love. It may not be perfect, but this is how it happened. This is how we met...
"I can't believe we finally get to take our trip to L.A! This trip has been put off for far too long" I said as I loaded my luggage into the car.
Farrah turned to me as I put my last bag and my ukelele in the trunk. I wasn't about to leave my ukelele back at home.
"We planned on doing this 3 years ago. Life just got in the way, that's all. It's not like it wasn't ever going to happen, y'know." She smiled at me as I got in the passenger seat, and she got in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, but it always seemed like it wasn't going to happen. Oh well, forget it. We're finally going now, and that's all that matters." I said with a big grin on my face. "Can you imagine all the people we're going to see in L.A? There are TONS of famous people there!"
To be perfectly honest, the famous people weren't the only reason I wanted to go L.A. I wanted to be a singer. A professional singer. Not just the girl who sings show tunes at the top of her lungs in her bedroom. I wanted to SING. Farrah knew about it, but of course, this was brought up 3 years ago. She had probably forgotten.
"Are you still planning on being a singer?" she said with a smile.
I guess I was wrong.
"It's one of my goals, yeah." I said, with a slightly sarcastic tone.
We both laughed as we headed out on the highway.
This was going to be the best vacation we've ever taken.
I just didn't know it yet.
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A few days later, we were driving through either New Mexico or Arizona, I couldn't be sure, but Farrah had her iPod plugged into the car. We had both been singing to "We Will Rock You" by Queen wildly, just like a couple of teenage girls again, shaking our hair around like rock stars. After the song had ended, we laughed and relaxed back into chairs. It was then that I first heard him. The next song had started with a heavy piano, and his voice. I immediately got up and listened intently. His voice was powerful, but filled with passion. It was like listening to an angel. He hit every note with such emotion, it was like being in a trance.
Farrah looked at me and smirked a little. "Like the song, huh?"
I stared dumbfounded at the car speakers that were sending the music to my ears.
"Who is that?"
"It's 'What A Catch, Donnie' by a band called Fall Out Boy. You haven't heard of them? They're insanely popular."
"No, no, no, not the band's name, WHO is THAT?"
"Oh, the lead singer's name is Patrick Stump."
I sat back in my chair listening to his voice. It was beautiful. He could sing like I've always wanted to. I've been told that I was good, but I knew I was never THAT good.
"Wow." I sighed after the song was over. "You've got it bad for him already, don't you?" Farrah laughed. "And you haven't even seen what he looks like. Amazing."
I gave her a quick glare that she giggled at and just stayed silent. I knew I wanted to meet him. If to do nothing more than tell him that he's amazing. That much I knew for sure. I turned to Farrah. "If I ask you something, you have to promise not to laugh or call me names."
"Alright, fine. I promise. What do you wanna know?"
"Do....do you know...like...where he...lives?"
The look of slight agony on Farrah's face showed how hard she was biting her lip to stop her from laughing. "Oh, well...I don't know where he is like, NOW, but he has a house somewhere in L.A, I think."
My eyes lit up in excitement, knowing that where we going, he would possibly be.
"Just don't get your hopes up to high, Kel." speaking as if she had read my mind. "I don't want to see you getting disappointed on our vacation."
"I won't. I was just...thinking. That's all. I can't wait until we get to California. How much longer do you think it'll take?"
Farrah looked at the clock, and replied, "I'm guessing maybe 5 more hours, as long as traffic doesn't get any worse."
"Alright. I'm going to try and take a nap or something. Wake me up just before we get there."
I closed my eyes and silently prayed that traffic would not get any worse.
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"Kel. KEL. KELIAH!!!"
I woke with a start in the passenger seat. Farrah had punched me in the arm to get me to wake up, and the pain of it was starting to sink in as sat back up and rubbed my eyes. "Are we there yet?" I asked sleepily.
"Only about 15 minutes from the hotel, but yes. We are OFFICIALLY in LOS ANGELES!!!"
Her yelling caused me to wince a little, but when I realized what she said, I did a fist pump in the air. "WHOOOOOO! It's about time!"
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She pulled into the hotel parking lot, with a little difficulty due to a large bus being parked a little bit away from the entryway.
"Rockstars. Always parking in the most inconvenient spots..." Farrah grumbled as she pulled into a spot.
I smiled to myself as I got out of the car to grab our stuff. I grabbed my ukelele case and my suitcase, and handed Farrah her two suitcases.
We walked into the lobby of the hotel and our mouths dropped. Mind you, I knew we had been saving up for this, and we'd gotten one of the best hotels in L.A, but this was insane. Chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, posh chairs all over the place, it was magnificent. Farrah had walked up to the counter to get our keys to the room, and I seen four guys come out of an elevator. Farrah came back over me and turned to see the four guys that I was staring at.
Farrah let out a scream, and the guys looked over with a start. I looked down in embarrassment.
She punched me in the arm (I winced again) and loudly whispered, "That's Fall Out Boy!" She had gotten my interest, and I looked at them again. One of them had a short, black punky kind of hairstyle, wearing skinny jeans and a Ramones t-shirt. One other had medium-length red hair with glasses, and was covered in tattoos. The other had poofy brown hair, and big blue eyes, and he also had a lot of tattoos. It was the last one that didn't look like he fit. He had a hat, glasses, a David Bowie t-shirt on, and sideburns. He didn't look he belonged in a rock band, but still. I didn't know much about them, who was I to judge? He was probably the drummer or something.
The boys must've heard her because they were still staring and started whispering. The one with the black hair came over.
"Did I hear someone over here say Fall Out Boy?" I nodded and pointed at Farrah who still had her mouth open. He gestured for the rest of band to come over, and looked back at me. "Does that mean you don't know who I am?"
I finally found my voice. "Kinda."
"I'm Pete." He said with a blindingly white smile. "Have you heard of us at all?"
"I've only heard one song."
The other guys had made their way over and were trying to get Farrah to say something.
"Is she going to be okay?" the one with blue eyes and tattoos asked.
I looked up at him and said shyly, "She should snap out of it in a little while. I think she's just in shock." and I looked back at my shoes.
Pete shrugged and said, "What song have you heard? If you don't mind me saying, it seems strange to meet someone who's heard one song, and doesn't have the slightest idea who any of us are. It's actually quite refreshing." He smiled again.
"Yeah. You guys could say one of you was the drummer when he wasn't and I wouldn't know the difference. And I do know who guys are..." I paused. "Sort of. I know you're Fall Out Boy. But I don't know your names. And the song I heard was What A Catch, Donnie."
The one with sideburns piped up and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Did you like it?" I nodded vigorously.
"It was amazing." I looked around at all of them quizzically. "And I have no idea which one of you is Patrick, but whichever one you are, your voice is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life. And I mean it. I wish I could sing like you."
All the band members turned to the one with sideburns and nudged him a little. He looked at his shoes just like me, and said quietly, "That would be me. I sing. I'm Patrick." I looked up from my shoes and looked at him. He walked around the rest of the band and stood in front of me, not looking up once. "Did you really think it was that good?"
"Yeah, why would I lie about that?"
He looked up and I was taken back for a second. He had the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. The light hit them so they seemed to glitter in the sunshine. His whole face was so innocent-like, it was hard not to stare at him. Before I could let his face sink into my mind, he looked back down at his shoes again and said "Some people say it just to be flattering, and really don't like it at all. They just want to be around someone famous."
"Well, considering I've only heard one song, and I had no idea what any of you looked like, or your names, I think you're safe."
He smirked a little and looked back at me.
"You truly are a rarity..." He got cut short by Farrah screaming again. I looked at him, gave him a "I'm-so-sorry-about-her" look, and he smiled sadly back at me. I nudged her and told her to shut up. Farrah looked at the band and said, "I'm a huge fan."
The one with poofy brown hair said sarcastically, "Really? I thought you were screaming at the hotel decorations." He turned to me. "I'm Joe, by the way. I'm the lead guitarist."
The last and only guy I didn't know turned to me too. "I'm Andy. I play the drums."
Farrah was finally finding her composure, and said, "I'm Farrah. I love all your guys' music. I have all your CDs."
Patrick looked back at the floor and whispered just loudly enough for me to hear, "You and everyone else in our fan club." I looked at him and smiled widely. He looked back up at me and smiled. His smile wasn't as blinding as Pete's but, there was something kinder about it. It had a charm that Pete's grin was missing. His smile faded and he looked into my eyes for the first time. I stopped and stared into his eyes, and he smirked at me. I blushed and turned back to Farrah. "We should find our hotel room so we can drop off our stuff." Pete flashed his teeth again and said, "Here, let us help you with your stuff." Each guy grabbed a suitcase, except Patrick who got my ukelele. Pete looked at our key number and exclaimed, "Your guys' room is right next to ours! Oh, are we going to have fun! Follow me, it's up on the third floor." and we all followed Pete up the stairs.
"You play ukelele?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing.", he said quickly. "It's just not a common instrument to see people play." He hesitated for a second and asked shyly, "Are you good at it?"
"I'd like to think so, yeah." I shrugged. "Then again, I was wrong about my voice, I could be wrong about my ukelele skills."
He perked up and asked excitedly, "You sing?"
"That's part of the reason I'm here now. I came to L.A to become a singer."
He was quiet for awhile as we walked up the stairs.
"Maybe you could sing for Pete sometime. I'm sure you could get Pete to sign you on the label or something."
I shrugged again. "I don't know. I suppose I'd like to see if I could do it by myself. And anyways, I don't know you or any of you guys well. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I usually don't tell anyone about this except Farrah."
"Well, then, you just have to get to know us a little better then. You're saying you know nothing about us, well, we don't know anything about you. I don't even know your name."
"It's Keliah. But you can call me Kel."
"That's a beautiful name..." He said dreamily, but cut himself off.
Taken aback a little from his response, I stuttered. "T-t-Thank you. I always kinda liked it." I sounded like an idiot. Here is this guy, who has this incredible voice, and just asked me my name, said it was beautiful and I replied with THAT?!
"You think you're crazy for talking to someone you don't know? Hell, I hardly talk to anybody outside the band, and here I am giving you advice on how to start a singing career and asking your name. I wouldn't feel too bad if I were you."
I blushed a little and finally Pete shouted, "WE'RE HERE!!!!"
Farrah caught up with Patrick and I and whispered to me, "Can you believe this is happening?"
"Farrah, you have to stop fangirling, or you're going to scare them off, and you don't want that do you?"
Farrah stuck her tongue out at me and Andy snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Yeah, no one wants that, do they?" Farrah closed her eyes and shivered. Andy grinned at me and walked off, pleased with himself. I laughed and Pete led us into our room.
The guys stood around awkwardly until Farrah said, "You know, if you want to sit down, we won't kill you or anything. I promise I won't jump on any of you."
Joe was the first to sit down and said with relief, "Well, that makes me feel a bit safer then."
Farrah and I got everybody a water, and we sat down as well. Patrick sat down next to me and I blushed again. I kept wishing that my face would stop doing that. Patrick smiled a bit, and took a drink of his water. I think he noticed.
Farrah was the first to speak, "So, what are you guys doing in a hotel here? I thought you all had houses around here?"
Pete was first to respond. "We do, but we're taking a little vacation, so we decided to grab a hotel and just get a change of scenery. And boy, am I glad we did." He flashed his grin at Farrah, who I thought was going to faint.
Joe leaned over and whispered something to Pete and Pete had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. It was a look I was all too aware of; I got it from Farrah all the time. Andy started talking to Farrah and she started going on and on like she always does, so I got up to go get another glass of water. Patrick followed.
Patrick leaned over to me and whispered, "It's not exactly like me to do this but..." he paused for a second and started to stumble over his words, "would you...like...to....sorta...go out...well, not go out, but...join me...for...oh, god..."
I looked at him, and he was staring at the floor in defeat. I whispered back, "You mean, like...a date?" My heart was racing. I thought I was going to pass out, but I tried to hide it.
He sighed and said, "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say." He nervously met my eyes and whispered, "What do you say? I understand if it's no, and if you..."
I stopped him and put a finger to his lips. His lips were soft and delicate to the touch. He looked me in the eyes.
"Yes." I said calmly.
I pulled my finger away, already missing the feel of his lips, and he still was staring at me.
"You have beautiful eyes. They sparkle..." He said slowly. "I meant to tell you that I the lobby, but your friend kinda screamed, and then I got distracted and I-"
In a flash of impulse, I kissed him. I know. I was stupid. I shouldn't have just leaned over and kissed him, but the way he was talking and the way his lips felt...I couldn't help myself. However, I got surprised.
I kissed him and he was stunned for a second, but he kissed back. He grabbed my waist with a force I didn't expect and I just rested my arms on his shoulders. We separated to breathe and he let go of my waist.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just-"
"No, no, no, I shouldn't have grabbed you-"
"Okay, just wait a sec."
I stopped both of our apologies and said, "It's fine. I kissed you first."
"And I liked it." He said shyly and looked at the floor again.
"I liked it too. And will you stop that?"
He looked at me with surprise and hurt. "What did I do?"
"You keep looking away from me. I...I can't see your eyes when you look down."
He grinned and said, "I'm sorry, it's reflex. I'm usually shy. You're one of the few people I'm comfortable around. That's why I said you were a rarity. I can hardly talk to most people and I have no idea who you are, yet I'm terribly attracted to you."
"That's strange."
"Why?"
"That's almost the same way I feel about you. I'm not exactly shy, but I usually don't talk to people I don't know. And yet, I heard your voice and I knew that I would meet you someday. I have no clue who you are, but I'm attracted to you too."
Pete was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and giggled. "Some would call that fate." He walked past me and got another glass of water. Patrick lightly hit Pete on the arm, "What the hell, man?"
Pete looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "Seriously? You guys have been in here alone for like, ever. You can't tell me that no one saw this coming. I mean, you should've seen your face when you seen her, dude. It was like you were in a daze." He laughed again and turned to me, "You too. When you were talking about his voice, I thought you were gonna orgasm right there." Patrick and I hit him in the arm at the same time. He cringed and said, "You guys should come out of the kitchen, or else everyone is going to think I walked in on you two doing it."
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After everyone was done talking about one thing or another, the guys decided they would head back over next door and go to their own room. Andy and Joe both kissed Farrah's hand (she really must've charmed them, I thought), Pete did a salute and slyly nudged me in the arm and winked.
"Oh, just get out Pete." I laughed.
"What? I didn't do anything." He said in mock innocence, and headed out the door.
Patrick stayed behind and waited for the guys to go into their room. Farrah winked at me, just like Pete, and said, "Well, I guess I'll go start unpacking then." and walked into her bedroom.
Patrick stood there with his hands in his pockets again at the doorway and smiled at me. He looked so damn adorable at that moment. He nervously messed with the hat on his head, and said, "So, when do you wanna go on our...date?"
"Tomorrow afternoon is fine, I've got nothing to do at all."
He smiled again, and said, "Great! I'll be over at noon tomorrow."
"I can't wait!"
He leaned in nervously and planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed back and we stood there for awhile and I finally pulled back and said, "I'll see you tomorrow then, Patrick."
"See you, Kel." He smiled and walked to his room.
I closed the door and leaned back on it. "OH MY GOD." I said.
Farrah came back in to see what I was talking about. She smiled slyly at me and said, "Soooooooo? Are you seeing him again?"
"Tomorrow."
"YAY! I'm so proud of you!"
I skipped over to my bedroom with a huge smile on my face and started singing.
"Oh, the music of life seems to be
Like the bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel,
When that bell starts to peel,
I would swear I falling,
Swear I was falling,
Why it's almost like being in love..."
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Patrick's POV
I walked over to the room and all the guys were there waiting to hear about it. I was too happy to even care about them harassing me with questions tonight. I made my way into my own bedroom and I heard a voice. It sounded slightly muffled so it had to be coming from the room next to us. I pressed my ear up against the wall and heard Keliah singing. She was fantastic.
I put my back up against the wall, slid down it and sat on the floor, still listening to her voice.
"She's perfect." he sighed. "Completely and utterly...Perfect."
Part One
My name is Keliah. But my friends call me Kel. I am a lover of music, and I am a singer. Not in a band, and not professionally, but I sing all the time. I play ukelele, not a common instrument to play, but in my opinion, I'm one of the best. ^_^ I'm only 5'2", with auburn hair, and dark brown eyes, and I'm 23 years of age. My best friends name is Farrah, she's the sweetest person I know, and we've known each other for ages. We're the exact same age, and our birthday is on the same day. We like to think of ourselves as twins separated at birth. :) But, anyways...
This is the story of how I fell in love. It may not be perfect, but this is how it happened. This is how we met...
"I can't believe we finally get to take our trip to L.A! This trip has been put off for far too long" I said as I loaded my luggage into the car.
Farrah turned to me as I put my last bag and my ukelele in the trunk. I wasn't about to leave my ukelele back at home.
"We planned on doing this 3 years ago. Life just got in the way, that's all. It's not like it wasn't ever going to happen, y'know." She smiled at me as I got in the passenger seat, and she got in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, but it always seemed like it wasn't going to happen. Oh well, forget it. We're finally going now, and that's all that matters." I said with a big grin on my face. "Can you imagine all the people we're going to see in L.A? There are TONS of famous people there!"
To be perfectly honest, the famous people weren't the only reason I wanted to go L.A. I wanted to be a singer. A professional singer. Not just the girl who sings show tunes at the top of her lungs in her bedroom. I wanted to SING. Farrah knew about it, but of course, this was brought up 3 years ago. She had probably forgotten.
"Are you still planning on being a singer?" she said with a smile.
I guess I was wrong.
"It's one of my goals, yeah." I said, with a slightly sarcastic tone.
We both laughed as we headed out on the highway.
This was going to be the best vacation we've ever taken.
I just didn't know it yet.
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A few days later, we were driving through either New Mexico or Arizona, I couldn't be sure, but Farrah had her iPod plugged into the car. We had both been singing to "We Will Rock You" by Queen wildly, just like a couple of teenage girls again, shaking our hair around like rock stars. After the song had ended, we laughed and relaxed back into chairs. It was then that I first heard him. The next song had started with a heavy piano, and his voice. I immediately got up and listened intently. His voice was powerful, but filled with passion. It was like listening to an angel. He hit every note with such emotion, it was like being in a trance.
Farrah looked at me and smirked a little. "Like the song, huh?"
I stared dumbfounded at the car speakers that were sending the music to my ears.
"Who is that?"
"It's 'What A Catch, Donnie' by a band called Fall Out Boy. You haven't heard of them? They're insanely popular."
"No, no, no, not the band's name, WHO is THAT?"
"Oh, the lead singer's name is Patrick Stump."
I sat back in my chair listening to his voice. It was beautiful. He could sing like I've always wanted to. I've been told that I was good, but I knew I was never THAT good.
"Wow." I sighed after the song was over. "You've got it bad for him already, don't you?" Farrah laughed. "And you haven't even seen what he looks like. Amazing."
I gave her a quick glare that she giggled at and just stayed silent. I knew I wanted to meet him. If to do nothing more than tell him that he's amazing. That much I knew for sure. I turned to Farrah. "If I ask you something, you have to promise not to laugh or call me names."
"Alright, fine. I promise. What do you wanna know?"
"Do....do you know...like...where he...lives?"
The look of slight agony on Farrah's face showed how hard she was biting her lip to stop her from laughing. "Oh, well...I don't know where he is like, NOW, but he has a house somewhere in L.A, I think."
My eyes lit up in excitement, knowing that where we going, he would possibly be.
"Just don't get your hopes up to high, Kel." speaking as if she had read my mind. "I don't want to see you getting disappointed on our vacation."
"I won't. I was just...thinking. That's all. I can't wait until we get to California. How much longer do you think it'll take?"
Farrah looked at the clock, and replied, "I'm guessing maybe 5 more hours, as long as traffic doesn't get any worse."
"Alright. I'm going to try and take a nap or something. Wake me up just before we get there."
I closed my eyes and silently prayed that traffic would not get any worse.
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"Kel. KEL. KELIAH!!!"
I woke with a start in the passenger seat. Farrah had punched me in the arm to get me to wake up, and the pain of it was starting to sink in as sat back up and rubbed my eyes. "Are we there yet?" I asked sleepily.
"Only about 15 minutes from the hotel, but yes. We are OFFICIALLY in LOS ANGELES!!!"
Her yelling caused me to wince a little, but when I realized what she said, I did a fist pump in the air. "WHOOOOOO! It's about time!"
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She pulled into the hotel parking lot, with a little difficulty due to a large bus being parked a little bit away from the entryway.
"Rockstars. Always parking in the most inconvenient spots..." Farrah grumbled as she pulled into a spot.
I smiled to myself as I got out of the car to grab our stuff. I grabbed my ukelele case and my suitcase, and handed Farrah her two suitcases.
We walked into the lobby of the hotel and our mouths dropped. Mind you, I knew we had been saving up for this, and we'd gotten one of the best hotels in L.A, but this was insane. Chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, posh chairs all over the place, it was magnificent. Farrah had walked up to the counter to get our keys to the room, and I seen four guys come out of an elevator. Farrah came back over me and turned to see the four guys that I was staring at.
Farrah let out a scream, and the guys looked over with a start. I looked down in embarrassment.
She punched me in the arm (I winced again) and loudly whispered, "That's Fall Out Boy!" She had gotten my interest, and I looked at them again. One of them had a short, black punky kind of hairstyle, wearing skinny jeans and a Ramones t-shirt. One other had medium-length red hair with glasses, and was covered in tattoos. The other had poofy brown hair, and big blue eyes, and he also had a lot of tattoos. It was the last one that didn't look like he fit. He had a hat, glasses, a David Bowie t-shirt on, and sideburns. He didn't look he belonged in a rock band, but still. I didn't know much about them, who was I to judge? He was probably the drummer or something.
The boys must've heard her because they were still staring and started whispering. The one with the black hair came over.
"Did I hear someone over here say Fall Out Boy?" I nodded and pointed at Farrah who still had her mouth open. He gestured for the rest of band to come over, and looked back at me. "Does that mean you don't know who I am?"
I finally found my voice. "Kinda."
"I'm Pete." He said with a blindingly white smile. "Have you heard of us at all?"
"I've only heard one song."
The other guys had made their way over and were trying to get Farrah to say something.
"Is she going to be okay?" the one with blue eyes and tattoos asked.
I looked up at him and said shyly, "She should snap out of it in a little while. I think she's just in shock." and I looked back at my shoes.
Pete shrugged and said, "What song have you heard? If you don't mind me saying, it seems strange to meet someone who's heard one song, and doesn't have the slightest idea who any of us are. It's actually quite refreshing." He smiled again.
"Yeah. You guys could say one of you was the drummer when he wasn't and I wouldn't know the difference. And I do know who guys are..." I paused. "Sort of. I know you're Fall Out Boy. But I don't know your names. And the song I heard was What A Catch, Donnie."
The one with sideburns piped up and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Did you like it?" I nodded vigorously.
"It was amazing." I looked around at all of them quizzically. "And I have no idea which one of you is Patrick, but whichever one you are, your voice is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life. And I mean it. I wish I could sing like you."
All the band members turned to the one with sideburns and nudged him a little. He looked at his shoes just like me, and said quietly, "That would be me. I sing. I'm Patrick." I looked up from my shoes and looked at him. He walked around the rest of the band and stood in front of me, not looking up once. "Did you really think it was that good?"
"Yeah, why would I lie about that?"
He looked up and I was taken back for a second. He had the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. The light hit them so they seemed to glitter in the sunshine. His whole face was so innocent-like, it was hard not to stare at him. Before I could let his face sink into my mind, he looked back down at his shoes again and said "Some people say it just to be flattering, and really don't like it at all. They just want to be around someone famous."
"Well, considering I've only heard one song, and I had no idea what any of you looked like, or your names, I think you're safe."
He smirked a little and looked back at me.
"You truly are a rarity..." He got cut short by Farrah screaming again. I looked at him, gave him a "I'm-so-sorry-about-her" look, and he smiled sadly back at me. I nudged her and told her to shut up. Farrah looked at the band and said, "I'm a huge fan."
The one with poofy brown hair said sarcastically, "Really? I thought you were screaming at the hotel decorations." He turned to me. "I'm Joe, by the way. I'm the lead guitarist."
The last and only guy I didn't know turned to me too. "I'm Andy. I play the drums."
Farrah was finally finding her composure, and said, "I'm Farrah. I love all your guys' music. I have all your CDs."
Patrick looked back at the floor and whispered just loudly enough for me to hear, "You and everyone else in our fan club." I looked at him and smiled widely. He looked back up at me and smiled. His smile wasn't as blinding as Pete's but, there was something kinder about it. It had a charm that Pete's grin was missing. His smile faded and he looked into my eyes for the first time. I stopped and stared into his eyes, and he smirked at me. I blushed and turned back to Farrah. "We should find our hotel room so we can drop off our stuff." Pete flashed his teeth again and said, "Here, let us help you with your stuff." Each guy grabbed a suitcase, except Patrick who got my ukelele. Pete looked at our key number and exclaimed, "Your guys' room is right next to ours! Oh, are we going to have fun! Follow me, it's up on the third floor." and we all followed Pete up the stairs.
"You play ukelele?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing.", he said quickly. "It's just not a common instrument to see people play." He hesitated for a second and asked shyly, "Are you good at it?"
"I'd like to think so, yeah." I shrugged. "Then again, I was wrong about my voice, I could be wrong about my ukelele skills."
He perked up and asked excitedly, "You sing?"
"That's part of the reason I'm here now. I came to L.A to become a singer."
He was quiet for awhile as we walked up the stairs.
"Maybe you could sing for Pete sometime. I'm sure you could get Pete to sign you on the label or something."
I shrugged again. "I don't know. I suppose I'd like to see if I could do it by myself. And anyways, I don't know you or any of you guys well. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I usually don't tell anyone about this except Farrah."
"Well, then, you just have to get to know us a little better then. You're saying you know nothing about us, well, we don't know anything about you. I don't even know your name."
"It's Keliah. But you can call me Kel."
"That's a beautiful name..." He said dreamily, but cut himself off.
Taken aback a little from his response, I stuttered. "T-t-Thank you. I always kinda liked it." I sounded like an idiot. Here is this guy, who has this incredible voice, and just asked me my name, said it was beautiful and I replied with THAT?!
"You think you're crazy for talking to someone you don't know? Hell, I hardly talk to anybody outside the band, and here I am giving you advice on how to start a singing career and asking your name. I wouldn't feel too bad if I were you."
I blushed a little and finally Pete shouted, "WE'RE HERE!!!!"
Farrah caught up with Patrick and I and whispered to me, "Can you believe this is happening?"
"Farrah, you have to stop fangirling, or you're going to scare them off, and you don't want that do you?"
Farrah stuck her tongue out at me and Andy snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Yeah, no one wants that, do they?" Farrah closed her eyes and shivered. Andy grinned at me and walked off, pleased with himself. I laughed and Pete led us into our room.
The guys stood around awkwardly until Farrah said, "You know, if you want to sit down, we won't kill you or anything. I promise I won't jump on any of you."
Joe was the first to sit down and said with relief, "Well, that makes me feel a bit safer then."
Farrah and I got everybody a water, and we sat down as well. Patrick sat down next to me and I blushed again. I kept wishing that my face would stop doing that. Patrick smiled a bit, and took a drink of his water. I think he noticed.
Farrah was the first to speak, "So, what are you guys doing in a hotel here? I thought you all had houses around here?"
Pete was first to respond. "We do, but we're taking a little vacation, so we decided to grab a hotel and just get a change of scenery. And boy, am I glad we did." He flashed his grin at Farrah, who I thought was going to faint.
Joe leaned over and whispered something to Pete and Pete had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. It was a look I was all too aware of; I got it from Farrah all the time. Andy started talking to Farrah and she started going on and on like she always does, so I got up to go get another glass of water. Patrick followed.
Patrick leaned over to me and whispered, "It's not exactly like me to do this but..." he paused for a second and started to stumble over his words, "would you...like...to....sorta...go out...well, not go out, but...join me...for...oh, god..."
I looked at him, and he was staring at the floor in defeat. I whispered back, "You mean, like...a date?" My heart was racing. I thought I was going to pass out, but I tried to hide it.
He sighed and said, "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say." He nervously met my eyes and whispered, "What do you say? I understand if it's no, and if you..."
I stopped him and put a finger to his lips. His lips were soft and delicate to the touch. He looked me in the eyes.
"Yes." I said calmly.
I pulled my finger away, already missing the feel of his lips, and he still was staring at me.
"You have beautiful eyes. They sparkle..." He said slowly. "I meant to tell you that I the lobby, but your friend kinda screamed, and then I got distracted and I-"
In a flash of impulse, I kissed him. I know. I was stupid. I shouldn't have just leaned over and kissed him, but the way he was talking and the way his lips felt...I couldn't help myself. However, I got surprised.
I kissed him and he was stunned for a second, but he kissed back. He grabbed my waist with a force I didn't expect and I just rested my arms on his shoulders. We separated to breathe and he let go of my waist.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just-"
"No, no, no, I shouldn't have grabbed you-"
"Okay, just wait a sec."
I stopped both of our apologies and said, "It's fine. I kissed you first."
"And I liked it." He said shyly and looked at the floor again.
"I liked it too. And will you stop that?"
He looked at me with surprise and hurt. "What did I do?"
"You keep looking away from me. I...I can't see your eyes when you look down."
He grinned and said, "I'm sorry, it's reflex. I'm usually shy. You're one of the few people I'm comfortable around. That's why I said you were a rarity. I can hardly talk to most people and I have no idea who you are, yet I'm terribly attracted to you."
"That's strange."
"Why?"
"That's almost the same way I feel about you. I'm not exactly shy, but I usually don't talk to people I don't know. And yet, I heard your voice and I knew that I would meet you someday. I have no clue who you are, but I'm attracted to you too."
Pete was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and giggled. "Some would call that fate." He walked past me and got another glass of water. Patrick lightly hit Pete on the arm, "What the hell, man?"
Pete looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "Seriously? You guys have been in here alone for like, ever. You can't tell me that no one saw this coming. I mean, you should've seen your face when you seen her, dude. It was like you were in a daze." He laughed again and turned to me, "You too. When you were talking about his voice, I thought you were gonna orgasm right there." Patrick and I hit him in the arm at the same time. He cringed and said, "You guys should come out of the kitchen, or else everyone is going to think I walked in on you two doing it."
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After everyone was done talking about one thing or another, the guys decided they would head back over next door and go to their own room. Andy and Joe both kissed Farrah's hand (she really must've charmed them, I thought), Pete did a salute and slyly nudged me in the arm and winked.
"Oh, just get out Pete." I laughed.
"What? I didn't do anything." He said in mock innocence, and headed out the door.
Patrick stayed behind and waited for the guys to go into their room. Farrah winked at me, just like Pete, and said, "Well, I guess I'll go start unpacking then." and walked into her bedroom.
Patrick stood there with his hands in his pockets again at the doorway and smiled at me. He looked so damn adorable at that moment. He nervously messed with the hat on his head, and said, "So, when do you wanna go on our...date?"
"Tomorrow afternoon is fine, I've got nothing to do at all."
He smiled again, and said, "Great! I'll be over at noon tomorrow."
"I can't wait!"
He leaned in nervously and planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed back and we stood there for awhile and I finally pulled back and said, "I'll see you tomorrow then, Patrick."
"See you, Kel." He smiled and walked to his room.
I closed the door and leaned back on it. "OH MY GOD." I said.
Farrah came back in to see what I was talking about. She smiled slyly at me and said, "Soooooooo? Are you seeing him again?"
"Tomorrow."
"YAY! I'm so proud of you!"
I skipped over to my bedroom with a huge smile on my face and started singing.
"Oh, the music of life seems to be
Like the bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel,
When that bell starts to peel,
I would swear I falling,
Swear I was falling,
Why it's almost like being in love..."
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Patrick's POV
I walked over to the room and all the guys were there waiting to hear about it. I was too happy to even care about them harassing me with questions tonight. I made my way into my own bedroom and I heard a voice. It sounded slightly muffled so it had to be coming from the room next to us. I pressed my ear up against the wall and heard Keliah singing. She was fantastic.
I put my back up against the wall, slid down it and sat on the floor, still listening to her voice.
"She's perfect." he sighed. "Completely and utterly...Perfect."
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