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Part Twelve
I stared at the test for what seemed like forever. There it was.
That little pink plus sign.
The one that held my future in its hands.
The one that was telling me... I was going to have a baby.
...
Oh god. What was Patrick going to say? Was he going to be happy? Or was he going to be angry and leave? I didn't know how I was going to tell him. I grabbed the box of pregnancy tests and took another one just to be sure. The same pink plus sign laughed in my face again. I sat on the sofa with my head in my hands.
And I cried.
I heard yelling across the room again, and heard someone run down the hall. Patrick appeared at the doorway with a wide-eyed expression on his face.
"What did it say?"
I looked up at him with a tear-streaked face. He quickly came into the room and sat down next to me. He gave me a hug and kissed me on the forehead. "Farrah told me you both took the pregnancy tests and hers turned out negative. Boy, was Andy relieved. I ran over here as fast as I could because you hadn't come back yet."
"Patrick, I'm so sorry..." I sobbed into his shirt.
"About what?"
I pointed to the two tests setting on the table in front of us.
He picked up one and his eyes lit up. "You're...you're pregnant? Are you serious?"
"I'm so sorry, Patrick....." I kept crying.
"You're seriously pregnant?"
"I took it twice and both the tests read positive...Patrick...I'm so sor-"
"Why in the world are you apologizing?"
I looked up at him, clinging to his shirt. I was sure that I looked pathetic, but I didn't care. "I-I...I thought you would be upset." I stuttered out.
"Upset? Are you kidding?" he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand again. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're pregnant!"
I sniffed. "So, you're not upset?"
"Upset? I'm the happiest fucking guy on the entire fucking planet! Kel, do you understand what this means?"
"That I'm pregnant?" I said obviously.
"We're going to have a baby!" he said excitedly, throwing the pregnancy test in the air. He wiped the tears from underneath my eyes, as I sighed in relief.
"I thought for sure you were going to be angry." I said.
"Are you joking? Oh man, I'm gonna be a...I'm gonna be a DAD!" he smiled the biggest smile he ever had and kissed me. I lifted my hands from his chest to the side of his face, stroking his sideburns as he kissed me. I felt so relieved that he wasn't upset that I was pregnant, I was finally beginning to enjoy the idea. Yeah, I was a little young, but that didn't mean I wasn't mature. I was going to be a mother. It was a strange feeling. I pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him. Patrick put his hand on the side of my face. "I can't believe it. We're going to have a kid together. You...you have...a kid growing in you. And it's ours. And you're having my child...and oh my god, you're having MY child..." he rambled on and on about it. "Oh my god, you are wonderful." he kissed me again quickly and looked at my face. "I think you're already glowing."
I blushed and looked down at the floor for a second.
"What's wrong?" he said, with a worried look on his face.
"It's just...how are we going to tell everyone? Farrah's bound to find out anyways, because she knows I took the test."
"True, but the guys don't have to know. Not yet, anyways. Not while their in their drunken little worlds. Not now."
"By the way, what fun have I missed since I've been freaking out over this?"
"Pete whined about how much makeup it's going to take to hide the bruise on his face, Joe is finally getting dressed, but I think he claimed to have 'lost his face' earlier. He definitely isn't out of it. And Andy...he's just happy he didn't knock Farrah up. Me, on the other hand, is thrilled that I knocked a girl up. Especially when that girl happens to be you." he said, grinning at me.
"Well, ok then. Let's go over there and enjoy the fun some more."
He took my hand and carefully helped me up. I was still wearing his shirt, his underwear and Pete's pants. I felt like a mess.
"Wait a second, I'm going to change back into my clothes again, before Pete kills me for having his pants on." I took off my clothes and changed into a skirt and a t-shirt. I threw his shirt and underwear back to him and held onto Pete's pants. "Thanks for letting me borrow those, by the way."
"No problem. You are welcome to wear my underwear anytime." he giggled.
"I'll give Pete his pants back in person." I smirked.
"At your own risk." he said. "Just don't let him near your stomach. I don't need him already fucking up my kid's life before its even been born." I giggled at him.
"Trust me, I think I'll be fine."
We walked back out of the room hand in hand back to the guys' hotel room. Pete was standing in the kitchen with coffee in his hand. I walked up to him and thrust the pants into his open hand. "Thanks for the pants. They fit perfectly." He stood there with a twitch in his eye as he watched me walk over and pull Farrah aside and tell her the pregnancy test results.
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Patrick's POV
I walked up next to Pete and poured myself some coffee. "Is Joe doing any better?"
Ignoring my question, Pete frustratingly pointed to his face. "Does ANYONE want to explain what happened to my fucking FACE?"
I turned to him, looked at him for a second and took a sip of my coffee. "Nope. Not really." I said casually. Pete got that twitch in his eye again.
I quickly glanced over at Kel and Farrah when I heard Farrah squeal slightly, I'm sure because of the news. Kel caught my eye and winked at me and I smiled over my coffee cup. Pete caught my attention again.
"Alright, damnit. I don't care if you want to tell me or not, WHAT HAPPENED?!?"
Keliah and Farrah made their way over to us and leaned on the counter. Kel eagerly raised her hand in excitement.
"OOH! OOH! PICK ME! I WANNA TELL HIM!" she yelled.
"Alright, have at it." I said, shrugging.
She took a deep breath as if she was about to say something big and exciting. Instead, all she said was. "You were an ass." I nearly spitted out my coffee when she said it, but restrained myself, trying to make myself look slightly innocent in all this.
"Well, I believe that point has already been brought to my attention. I want to know WHAT I SPECIFICALLY DID to get a bruise this big on my FACE!"
Kel threw her hands in the air. "There is no pleasing him, is there?" she said, turning to Farrah who was still beaming.
I finally put down my coffee and tried to pretend to be very serious. "Pete, I'm gonna tell you the straight truth, buddy, and you're not going to like it."
"I don't give a damn, just tell me what happened to my face."
"Well, you see, it was a nice warm evening, last night to be exact-" I heard Farrah and Kel giggle as Pete interrupted me.
"GET ON WITH IT!"
"Alright, fine. Here it is in a nutshell. Me and Kel were having sex, I heard a crash in the living room, we came out to see what it was, you were drunk, you were listening in on us doing it, you decided to tell me to my face that you were listening to me and my girlfriend 'banging' as you so nicely put it, and I kinda punched you in the face. End of story. Are you happy now? Will you stop the fucking whining?" I said, picking up my coffee cup again.
Pete stood there for awhile, contemplating the situation. "Alright. I was drunk right?"
"Yeppers." Kel said.
"Well, then...ok. I deserved it then." he hung his head in slight shame, but came back with a smirk.
Joe finally came out of his bedroom and quickly grabbed a cup of coffee. I moved aside for him to get to the coffeemaker and skirted over to Kel, wrapping my hand around her waist, stretching my arm to carefully place my hand over her stomach. Joe leaned back where I had been standing a minute ago.
"So...what'd I miss?" he slurred, sipping his cup of coffee. If I had a dollar for every cup of coffee we all drank, I would be a billionaire. Within a month. I know it. Coffee is most definitely the band's drug of choice.
Farrah piped up this time. "Let's see if I have this straight. Pete is an ass, I had a pregnancy scare, and...where the fuck is Andy?" she said, turning on her heel to look back into the living room. Andy was heading towards us, holding a black trash bag. The living room was clean.
"I felt bad. So I cleaned the place up." he said simply, throwing the trash bag into the trash bin.
"Ok, then." I said. "Well, you guys did leave quite a mess."
"Yeah, and I'm sure you didn't?!?!" Pete snapped.
Kel scowled at him and snapped back. "No, he didn't. And neither did I. It was your drunk asses that decided to trash the place last night, not ours. We had nothing to do with it. We don't have to clean up anything."
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Keliah's POV
I took a deep breath after I snapped at Pete and put a hand to my stomach. I put one hand over Patrick's hand that was resting on my hand.
Pete looked disgruntled and set down his coffee mug. "Yeah, but I'm sure you two have bedsheets to get stains out of."
Patrick took a step towards Pete. "Shut up, Wentz. It is too early in the morning for your shit right now." Pete put his hands up in surrender and picked his coffee cup up again. "Just saying." he shrugged.
Patrick came back to my side and whispered in my ear. "Are you ok?"
I turned to him and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be right back." I kissed his cheek and walked quickly off to the bathroom.
I lost it. Morning sickness was a bitch. I heard a knock on the door as I sat on the floor and leaned my back to the wall. "Honey, are you alright?" It was Patrick.
"Yeah, you can come in. I'm ok." he walked in and saw me seated on the floor. He quickly sat down next to me and grabbed my hands.
"What's wrong?"
"Morning sickness, sweetheart. It's lovely."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, ok. As long as it isn't you getting...really sick or something. You looked like you were going to die in the kitchen just a minute ago." I was touched by his concern, and I tried to muster out a smile. My stomach had other ideas. I vomited into the toilet again, and he held back my hair.
"I'm sorry you had to see that..." I said, leaning back on the wall.
"It's fine. I'm here for you." He leaned back on the wall next to me and pulled me closer to him. "You're my wife. I'll try to help you in any way I can, I promise."
My stomach finally rested and I got up off the floor, and Patrick helped me up. "Alright then...now that that's out of my system. What time are we supposed to be at the studio today?"
"Umm..." he looked quickly at the watch he was wearing. "I think at about noon. Which is in...about 2 hours."
"Well, we should probably try and get everyone else's lazy behinds to get ready then, seeing as we already are."
"Alright then. Let's go watch them scramble around the hotel like rabid squirrels." he grinned wide and we walked out of the bathroom.
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We both grabbed a bottle of water and leaned over the counter again, watching Farrah quickly grab her stuff and run back to our hotel room and Pete scream for eyeliner. Patrick was right before, Joe was claiming that he had lost his face....god knows what he got himself into last night. Andy moped around the hotel, still feeling bad about the whole situation with Farrah.
"It's kind of sad seeing everyone like this." I said, shaking my head as Pete stumbled out of his room with a shirt halfway over his face.
"Yeah...you get used to it after awhile. But it still confuses me why they do it. I usually don't party because...I don't like partying. And I can't drink as much as they do or else I wouldn't be able to sing the next day. So, I always said, 'What's the point?', you know?"
"We couldn't have that beautiful voice get ruined. Not a chance."
"Tell me about it. They would get pissed off if I couldn't sing. Yet they get smashed and it never makes a difference."
"Well, we could always stop them from partying. At least for one night."
"And how do you propose we do that then?"
"Take them out to a fancy dinner or something. Make them get dressed up and act on their best behavior."
He bit his lip and watched everyone scramble around. "...that could work. Alright. We'll do it tonight then. Good thinking, Mrs. Stump."
I still blushed when he called me that, and I looked down at the ring on my finger. It was everything I could've ever imagined it to be. It glimmered in the reflection of the kitchen lights. The braided strands of gold and silver on the band shined brightly and I saw my own warped reflection in the metal. I was snapped back to reality as I heard Patrick saying my name. "Kel. Hey, Kel...you there?" he said, nudging my arm.
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"How beautiful the ring is."
"I'm glad you liked it. It took me forever to pick one out. I wanted to make sure you would like it."
"I love it." I said simply, holding my hand up again, admiring it in the light.
Pete was first to be ready surprisingly enough. He handed Patrick a piece of paper and walked around the counter to us. "There's the re-write. I decided to pick one that you both knew." he smirked. I leaned over Patrick to see what was written. "What A Catch, Donnie" was written boldly at the top of the paper. I looked up at Pete and smiled. "Aw, you aren't a complete dick head!" I ran over and hugged him and he hugged me back reluctantly.
"Yeah, remember that next time you call me an asshole. I have a good side, you know."
Patrick looked intently at the lyrics and I heard him start humming the song. His foot gently tapped on the floor as it seemed to always do when he played music. He read through it quickly and looked up at Pete.
"You didn't change anything."
"Well, as I said, I picked something you both knew, and that happened to be one song. You didn't give me much to work with. I tried to rewrite it, I really did. But it's too good to change. So I left it the same."
"That's not doing a rewrite Pete. That's writing down the lyrics a second time."
"I know that."
"Then, what the fuck are we supposed to record then?"
"This is my idea. You both just sing at the same time."
"That's your brilliant fucking idea?"
"Hey, I never said it was brilliant."
Patrick ran his hand over his face and set the sheet down. "Ok, so do you have any songs that you've written that we haven't recorded?"
He put a finger on his lips, thinking. "Hold on one second." he ran off into his bedroom and handed us a pile of papers. "Here. It's called Lullabye. I've been working on it for awhile. Never a better time to record it than now, I guess, right?"
Patrick quickly hummed out the notes on the sheet music and I read the lyrics.
"This is amazing, Pete. When did you start writing this?"
"I don't really know, to be honest. It just came up during one of my nights of insomnia and I wrote it down."
"This is really fantastic." Patrick agreed, flipping through the pages. "It might take longer to record because nobody knows how to play it, but we can do this."
"I've got all day." I said, smiling wide.
I stared at the test for what seemed like forever. There it was.
That little pink plus sign.
The one that held my future in its hands.
The one that was telling me... I was going to have a baby.
...
Oh god. What was Patrick going to say? Was he going to be happy? Or was he going to be angry and leave? I didn't know how I was going to tell him. I grabbed the box of pregnancy tests and took another one just to be sure. The same pink plus sign laughed in my face again. I sat on the sofa with my head in my hands.
And I cried.
I heard yelling across the room again, and heard someone run down the hall. Patrick appeared at the doorway with a wide-eyed expression on his face.
"What did it say?"
I looked up at him with a tear-streaked face. He quickly came into the room and sat down next to me. He gave me a hug and kissed me on the forehead. "Farrah told me you both took the pregnancy tests and hers turned out negative. Boy, was Andy relieved. I ran over here as fast as I could because you hadn't come back yet."
"Patrick, I'm so sorry..." I sobbed into his shirt.
"About what?"
I pointed to the two tests setting on the table in front of us.
He picked up one and his eyes lit up. "You're...you're pregnant? Are you serious?"
"I'm so sorry, Patrick....." I kept crying.
"You're seriously pregnant?"
"I took it twice and both the tests read positive...Patrick...I'm so sor-"
"Why in the world are you apologizing?"
I looked up at him, clinging to his shirt. I was sure that I looked pathetic, but I didn't care. "I-I...I thought you would be upset." I stuttered out.
"Upset? Are you kidding?" he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand again. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're pregnant!"
I sniffed. "So, you're not upset?"
"Upset? I'm the happiest fucking guy on the entire fucking planet! Kel, do you understand what this means?"
"That I'm pregnant?" I said obviously.
"We're going to have a baby!" he said excitedly, throwing the pregnancy test in the air. He wiped the tears from underneath my eyes, as I sighed in relief.
"I thought for sure you were going to be angry." I said.
"Are you joking? Oh man, I'm gonna be a...I'm gonna be a DAD!" he smiled the biggest smile he ever had and kissed me. I lifted my hands from his chest to the side of his face, stroking his sideburns as he kissed me. I felt so relieved that he wasn't upset that I was pregnant, I was finally beginning to enjoy the idea. Yeah, I was a little young, but that didn't mean I wasn't mature. I was going to be a mother. It was a strange feeling. I pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him. Patrick put his hand on the side of my face. "I can't believe it. We're going to have a kid together. You...you have...a kid growing in you. And it's ours. And you're having my child...and oh my god, you're having MY child..." he rambled on and on about it. "Oh my god, you are wonderful." he kissed me again quickly and looked at my face. "I think you're already glowing."
I blushed and looked down at the floor for a second.
"What's wrong?" he said, with a worried look on his face.
"It's just...how are we going to tell everyone? Farrah's bound to find out anyways, because she knows I took the test."
"True, but the guys don't have to know. Not yet, anyways. Not while their in their drunken little worlds. Not now."
"By the way, what fun have I missed since I've been freaking out over this?"
"Pete whined about how much makeup it's going to take to hide the bruise on his face, Joe is finally getting dressed, but I think he claimed to have 'lost his face' earlier. He definitely isn't out of it. And Andy...he's just happy he didn't knock Farrah up. Me, on the other hand, is thrilled that I knocked a girl up. Especially when that girl happens to be you." he said, grinning at me.
"Well, ok then. Let's go over there and enjoy the fun some more."
He took my hand and carefully helped me up. I was still wearing his shirt, his underwear and Pete's pants. I felt like a mess.
"Wait a second, I'm going to change back into my clothes again, before Pete kills me for having his pants on." I took off my clothes and changed into a skirt and a t-shirt. I threw his shirt and underwear back to him and held onto Pete's pants. "Thanks for letting me borrow those, by the way."
"No problem. You are welcome to wear my underwear anytime." he giggled.
"I'll give Pete his pants back in person." I smirked.
"At your own risk." he said. "Just don't let him near your stomach. I don't need him already fucking up my kid's life before its even been born." I giggled at him.
"Trust me, I think I'll be fine."
We walked back out of the room hand in hand back to the guys' hotel room. Pete was standing in the kitchen with coffee in his hand. I walked up to him and thrust the pants into his open hand. "Thanks for the pants. They fit perfectly." He stood there with a twitch in his eye as he watched me walk over and pull Farrah aside and tell her the pregnancy test results.
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Patrick's POV
I walked up next to Pete and poured myself some coffee. "Is Joe doing any better?"
Ignoring my question, Pete frustratingly pointed to his face. "Does ANYONE want to explain what happened to my fucking FACE?"
I turned to him, looked at him for a second and took a sip of my coffee. "Nope. Not really." I said casually. Pete got that twitch in his eye again.
I quickly glanced over at Kel and Farrah when I heard Farrah squeal slightly, I'm sure because of the news. Kel caught my eye and winked at me and I smiled over my coffee cup. Pete caught my attention again.
"Alright, damnit. I don't care if you want to tell me or not, WHAT HAPPENED?!?"
Keliah and Farrah made their way over to us and leaned on the counter. Kel eagerly raised her hand in excitement.
"OOH! OOH! PICK ME! I WANNA TELL HIM!" she yelled.
"Alright, have at it." I said, shrugging.
She took a deep breath as if she was about to say something big and exciting. Instead, all she said was. "You were an ass." I nearly spitted out my coffee when she said it, but restrained myself, trying to make myself look slightly innocent in all this.
"Well, I believe that point has already been brought to my attention. I want to know WHAT I SPECIFICALLY DID to get a bruise this big on my FACE!"
Kel threw her hands in the air. "There is no pleasing him, is there?" she said, turning to Farrah who was still beaming.
I finally put down my coffee and tried to pretend to be very serious. "Pete, I'm gonna tell you the straight truth, buddy, and you're not going to like it."
"I don't give a damn, just tell me what happened to my face."
"Well, you see, it was a nice warm evening, last night to be exact-" I heard Farrah and Kel giggle as Pete interrupted me.
"GET ON WITH IT!"
"Alright, fine. Here it is in a nutshell. Me and Kel were having sex, I heard a crash in the living room, we came out to see what it was, you were drunk, you were listening in on us doing it, you decided to tell me to my face that you were listening to me and my girlfriend 'banging' as you so nicely put it, and I kinda punched you in the face. End of story. Are you happy now? Will you stop the fucking whining?" I said, picking up my coffee cup again.
Pete stood there for awhile, contemplating the situation. "Alright. I was drunk right?"
"Yeppers." Kel said.
"Well, then...ok. I deserved it then." he hung his head in slight shame, but came back with a smirk.
Joe finally came out of his bedroom and quickly grabbed a cup of coffee. I moved aside for him to get to the coffeemaker and skirted over to Kel, wrapping my hand around her waist, stretching my arm to carefully place my hand over her stomach. Joe leaned back where I had been standing a minute ago.
"So...what'd I miss?" he slurred, sipping his cup of coffee. If I had a dollar for every cup of coffee we all drank, I would be a billionaire. Within a month. I know it. Coffee is most definitely the band's drug of choice.
Farrah piped up this time. "Let's see if I have this straight. Pete is an ass, I had a pregnancy scare, and...where the fuck is Andy?" she said, turning on her heel to look back into the living room. Andy was heading towards us, holding a black trash bag. The living room was clean.
"I felt bad. So I cleaned the place up." he said simply, throwing the trash bag into the trash bin.
"Ok, then." I said. "Well, you guys did leave quite a mess."
"Yeah, and I'm sure you didn't?!?!" Pete snapped.
Kel scowled at him and snapped back. "No, he didn't. And neither did I. It was your drunk asses that decided to trash the place last night, not ours. We had nothing to do with it. We don't have to clean up anything."
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Keliah's POV
I took a deep breath after I snapped at Pete and put a hand to my stomach. I put one hand over Patrick's hand that was resting on my hand.
Pete looked disgruntled and set down his coffee mug. "Yeah, but I'm sure you two have bedsheets to get stains out of."
Patrick took a step towards Pete. "Shut up, Wentz. It is too early in the morning for your shit right now." Pete put his hands up in surrender and picked his coffee cup up again. "Just saying." he shrugged.
Patrick came back to my side and whispered in my ear. "Are you ok?"
I turned to him and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be right back." I kissed his cheek and walked quickly off to the bathroom.
I lost it. Morning sickness was a bitch. I heard a knock on the door as I sat on the floor and leaned my back to the wall. "Honey, are you alright?" It was Patrick.
"Yeah, you can come in. I'm ok." he walked in and saw me seated on the floor. He quickly sat down next to me and grabbed my hands.
"What's wrong?"
"Morning sickness, sweetheart. It's lovely."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, ok. As long as it isn't you getting...really sick or something. You looked like you were going to die in the kitchen just a minute ago." I was touched by his concern, and I tried to muster out a smile. My stomach had other ideas. I vomited into the toilet again, and he held back my hair.
"I'm sorry you had to see that..." I said, leaning back on the wall.
"It's fine. I'm here for you." He leaned back on the wall next to me and pulled me closer to him. "You're my wife. I'll try to help you in any way I can, I promise."
My stomach finally rested and I got up off the floor, and Patrick helped me up. "Alright then...now that that's out of my system. What time are we supposed to be at the studio today?"
"Umm..." he looked quickly at the watch he was wearing. "I think at about noon. Which is in...about 2 hours."
"Well, we should probably try and get everyone else's lazy behinds to get ready then, seeing as we already are."
"Alright then. Let's go watch them scramble around the hotel like rabid squirrels." he grinned wide and we walked out of the bathroom.
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We both grabbed a bottle of water and leaned over the counter again, watching Farrah quickly grab her stuff and run back to our hotel room and Pete scream for eyeliner. Patrick was right before, Joe was claiming that he had lost his face....god knows what he got himself into last night. Andy moped around the hotel, still feeling bad about the whole situation with Farrah.
"It's kind of sad seeing everyone like this." I said, shaking my head as Pete stumbled out of his room with a shirt halfway over his face.
"Yeah...you get used to it after awhile. But it still confuses me why they do it. I usually don't party because...I don't like partying. And I can't drink as much as they do or else I wouldn't be able to sing the next day. So, I always said, 'What's the point?', you know?"
"We couldn't have that beautiful voice get ruined. Not a chance."
"Tell me about it. They would get pissed off if I couldn't sing. Yet they get smashed and it never makes a difference."
"Well, we could always stop them from partying. At least for one night."
"And how do you propose we do that then?"
"Take them out to a fancy dinner or something. Make them get dressed up and act on their best behavior."
He bit his lip and watched everyone scramble around. "...that could work. Alright. We'll do it tonight then. Good thinking, Mrs. Stump."
I still blushed when he called me that, and I looked down at the ring on my finger. It was everything I could've ever imagined it to be. It glimmered in the reflection of the kitchen lights. The braided strands of gold and silver on the band shined brightly and I saw my own warped reflection in the metal. I was snapped back to reality as I heard Patrick saying my name. "Kel. Hey, Kel...you there?" he said, nudging my arm.
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"How beautiful the ring is."
"I'm glad you liked it. It took me forever to pick one out. I wanted to make sure you would like it."
"I love it." I said simply, holding my hand up again, admiring it in the light.
Pete was first to be ready surprisingly enough. He handed Patrick a piece of paper and walked around the counter to us. "There's the re-write. I decided to pick one that you both knew." he smirked. I leaned over Patrick to see what was written. "What A Catch, Donnie" was written boldly at the top of the paper. I looked up at Pete and smiled. "Aw, you aren't a complete dick head!" I ran over and hugged him and he hugged me back reluctantly.
"Yeah, remember that next time you call me an asshole. I have a good side, you know."
Patrick looked intently at the lyrics and I heard him start humming the song. His foot gently tapped on the floor as it seemed to always do when he played music. He read through it quickly and looked up at Pete.
"You didn't change anything."
"Well, as I said, I picked something you both knew, and that happened to be one song. You didn't give me much to work with. I tried to rewrite it, I really did. But it's too good to change. So I left it the same."
"That's not doing a rewrite Pete. That's writing down the lyrics a second time."
"I know that."
"Then, what the fuck are we supposed to record then?"
"This is my idea. You both just sing at the same time."
"That's your brilliant fucking idea?"
"Hey, I never said it was brilliant."
Patrick ran his hand over his face and set the sheet down. "Ok, so do you have any songs that you've written that we haven't recorded?"
He put a finger on his lips, thinking. "Hold on one second." he ran off into his bedroom and handed us a pile of papers. "Here. It's called Lullabye. I've been working on it for awhile. Never a better time to record it than now, I guess, right?"
Patrick quickly hummed out the notes on the sheet music and I read the lyrics.
"This is amazing, Pete. When did you start writing this?"
"I don't really know, to be honest. It just came up during one of my nights of insomnia and I wrote it down."
"This is really fantastic." Patrick agreed, flipping through the pages. "It might take longer to record because nobody knows how to play it, but we can do this."
"I've got all day." I said, smiling wide.
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