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Part Twenty-Three

Patrick's POV

I looked at Pete and shrugged. "I thought the same thing."
"It's unusual." he said, a worried look on his face.
Kel looked at us both. "Are you saying that usually only Pete gets followed? They never bother following Trick? How useless is that?!? They should be following both of you! You both do that same amount of work!"
I put a hand on her leg and that calmed her down a little. "We have it setup this way for a reason. I hate being in the spotlight. Pete, takes the brunt of it, because to everyone else, he's the frontman. I'm not. And I enjoy my privacy, so I hate having myself on the cover of a magazine. It's completely pointless to me, I'm not that exciting. Pete likes the media somewhat, but he's more a people person than I am."
Pete nodded. "He's right. We've practically trained the paparazzi like monkeys so they'll follow me instead of the rest of the band. That way they can spew all the shit stories about me instead of the entire band."
Kel nodded. "Well...we could be lucky this time, right? Maybe nothing will show up."
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THE NEXT DAY....

I woke up before everyone else this morning, surprisingly enough, and I threw on pajamas to get some breakfast. The bus was already moving to the next spot, but Rob had come into the bus after we had gone to bed last night and dropped some stuff off. I took the sticky note off the table that was in his handwriting. It read, 'Look on the couch. Found this tonight. Don't think you're gonna be happy about it, but read it anyways. We're trying to get it under control now.' I sighed, throwing the sticky note in the garbage and turned to the couch. There was a magazine laying there with a picture of Kel and I on the front cover. I made the fatal mistake of reading the magazine.
I lost it.
I threw the magazine at the other end of the bus, crumpling it up. "GOD DAMNIT!" I screamed, kicking the wall. I heard everyone startled awake, and Kel ran into the room in short shorts and a tank top. "What's wrong, Trick?" She grabbed the crumpled magazine from the floor and I collapsed on the couch. The headline of the magazine read, 'PATRICK STUMP OF FALL OUT BOY ENGAGED?!? READ MORE INSIDE!' The caption by the photo on the front said, 'Stump was seen at a local mall, holding hands with a mystery woman who was wearing a diamond ring on her left hand. Married woman, or Patrick's fiancé?'. Kel read the magazine, her face intent on the article. Her silence was driving me insane. I got up to yell some more. "What the hell is wrong with these people? IT'S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS!!"
Kel threw the magazine aside and took me into her arms. "Hey, hey. Come on. Calm down for a second before you break anything. Whether it be your own sanity or the furniture." She led me towards the couch and massaged my shoulders. Everyone else came in with pajamas on and bed head hair. Joe was first to speak.
"Dude, what the hell. It's like, 8 in the morning."
Kel took the magazine and handed it to Pete. "Look at this."
Everyone looked over Pete's shoulder, reading the article. Farrah's face turned into shock and disgust as the others were swearing with each sentence. "What the fuck do they think you are, some sort of fucking hooker that we picked up off the street?" Joe said.
"Yeah, do they think we're that cheap? Really?"
I took my head out of my hands. "You think that's bad? Turn to page 6."
Pete flipped to the page. His mouth opened in anger. He read the title of the page out loud, "'She Could Do Better Than Him!' Are you fucking serious?"
I turned to Kel and started to hyperventilate. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to drag you into all this, and you and the baby too-"
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Keliah's POV

I looked quickly over to everyone else and they shrugged. They didn't know what to say either. Patrick fell into my arms and I held onto him tightly. I tried to comfort him. "Oh, come on, honey, this isn't the end of the world. A few photographers took our picture. That doesn't mean they know anything."
"But-"
"No, but nothing. We're gonna be fine. We're just going to have to be more careful of where we go."
"I don't want any of this to be put onto my new family. It's bad enough that I get followed, I don't want you to have to worry about it too."
Pete threw the magazine to the floor. "Then we'll tell them so."
I looked up at him, Patrick still laying on my chest. "How do we do that?"
"Simple. Patrick, you know what I'm talking about. A press conference. We'll tell them to back the fuck up."
Patrick sat back up, and looked at him. "Alright. When are we going to do this then?"
"We can do it tomorrow if we want. We'll call Rob. He can set it up fast and we'll tell them all to back off of Kel. Easy. However...you know that with require you telling them about the engagement AND the baby."
Patrick wiped his eyes really quickly. "I'll do it. Get them away from her."
Pete already had Rob on the phone. Joe, Andy and Farrah gathered around us, almost in one big group hug. And for the first time; I truly felt like family.
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Patrick's POV

We were waiting behind the stage again, and I was strumming on my guitar. Everyone was hanging out doing what they normally do. Rob came over to me and sat down. He said, "I knew that magazine was going to upset you. I was hesitant to show you, but I know there are more out there like it and you were gonna see it eventually. It's better that we shut them up now. I told Kel about the press conference, and she's going to be backstage of the conference, but the press won't see her unless you want them to, I promise you. They'll go nuts if they see her baby bump. We both know that."
I nodded silently and said thanks. He patted me on the back, getting up to walk back to the sound guys to talk to them. Kel came from the bathroom and sat down next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the cheek and I turned to look at her, an apologetic look on my face. She held a finger to my lips as she always does when she wants me to not speak. "I love you so much." she whispered in my ear. I sighed and my eyes slowly closed.
"You worry too much. Just go out there on stage, and be the amazing singer you are. There is nothing sexier than the confidence you have in yourself."
My hand moved to her cheek, and I looked forward, moving my head away from her. My eyes were still shut and I felt her warm breath on my neck, my spine tingling from the sensation. I opened my eyes and looked at her, her face close to mine. "Everything is going to be fine..." she whispered. I finally spoke. "I know..."
I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. I heard her moan in the back of her throat and my hand moved to her thigh. I kissed her neck, trying to kiss every inch, and she spoke breathlessly. "Patrick...you have a...concert to play....you should..."
"Shut...up..." I told her, picking her up and taking her to the bathrooms again., shutting the door behind me. I laid her down on the floor and we ripped each other's clothes off. "All I want is you, Kel. Nothing else matters anymore." I hissed in her ear, and kissed her neck again, moving down quickly to her breast. Her hands latched to my hair and she stopped protesting. My tongue moved skillfully downwards on her body, licking her most intimate area. She cried out in a flow of passion, her nails clawing down my back. My name passed through her lips over and over again, and her body writhed underneath mine as I licked. Her hips forced themselves up to my tongue and her body went into spasms as I smirked and pulled away. She sighed and her hands went to my face, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips touched and I pressed myself into her, a moan escaping my mouth. She kissed me fiercely, and I thrusted hard and fast into her. Her hips quickly kept up in pace with me, keeping in perfect rhythm, making music flow through my head. Every scream from her was more music to my ears. I groaned once more as I pressed into her deeper, and I came into her, warm fluid filling up inside her. Our kiss became more heated, and more passionate as we both came, our bodies covered in sweat, rubbing up against each other. She pulled back from the kiss reluctantly and looked into my eyes. "Patrick, I love you. There's nothing in this world that can change that. Not any amount of press coverage in the world can change how I feel about you."
I bowed my head and sighed. "I know that. I...I shouldn't be as worried as I am."
"Now...you go out onstage and be the phenomenal man that I know and love."
I pulled out of her and we got dressed quickly. We ran out of the bathroom hand in hand, grabbing my guitar and heading towards the stage. The guys and Farrah were waiting for us behind the curtain and I kissed Kel on last time before we walked on stage.
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Keliah's POV

The minute their feet passed the curtain, the audience went wild. I clapped with them and whistled as the spotlight came down on Patrick. He strummed the first chord and those smooth notes came out of his mouth, sending everyone into a trancelike state. I bit my lip, smiling as he sang. Farrah tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, where were you guys?"
"You won't like the answer." I replied back, giggling.
"Tell me anyways."
"We were having sex in the bathroom."
"Are you serious? You sex fiends." She laughed, punching me lightly on the shoulder.
"And it was AMAZING." I continued, making her laugh even harder. We relaxed backstage, watching them play. Farrah put an arm around my shoulders.
"Everything will be fine, sweetie. I know it. Patrick loves you too much for anything to happen to you and that child in your stomach."
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THE NEXT DAY....

I was waiting nervously behind the giant tapestry that blocked me from the horde of journalists and flashing cameras. Patrick was only a few inches away from me, his hands on my shoulders. "Do you want me to keep your name a secret?"
"It's not a big deal, Trick. Tell them whatever you need to. Go ahead."
He kissed me on the forehead and ran the back of his hand over my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He kissed me again and headed out with the rest of the band, waving as cameras flashed quickly. I watched on the screen showing them at the panel as they all sat down and questions were fired.
"Patrick, who was that girl?"
"Pete, why were you walking around with two teenagers? Friends of yours?"
"Are you engaged, Patrick?"
"Joe, Andy, why don't you talk?"
Pete spoke into the mic first. "Alright, so. Those two girls are yes, friends of mine, they're fans of the band. So, uh, Patrick, you got this, man?"
He leaned towards the mic and responded. "Yeah. So, as you all have heard from tabloids, I am engaged. I'm engaged to a fantastic girl, Keliah. And as of right now, she is approximately one month pregnant with our child."
Questions fired back to him.
"What's the gender of the baby? Do you know yet?"
"When is the wedding, have you decided a day?"
"Who is going to be the best man?"
"Who will be the godfather of the baby?"
"Is this going to affect your tour in any way?"
Joe spoke into his mic. "Well, see, I'm actually the one who's pregnant. Andy is going to be the godfather of my child."
Patrick grinned as Joe saved him from agonizing answers. Pete replied back. "Yes. We plan on naming it Pete Jr. I will teach it everything I know about eyeliner, whether it's a girl or a boy."
The journalists all laughed for a moment and one question stood out from the rest this time.
"When will we see the beautiful bride to be?"
Patrick grabbed his mic and cleared his throat. "Well, that's partially the purpose of this press conference. Being the private person that I am, and of all people, you guys should know. I hardly ever speak to you guys. But I would like to ask of all journalists and photographers, paparazzi, and whoever the hell else follows me around, to please give an EXTREME amount of privacy to my wife-to-be and our baby. I will politely ask right now to please not photograph her with me, and to not take cheap shots of her or at her just because she's attached to me. We both have the right to have a private, unnoticed home life, and I would like it to be that way. Say all you want about me when I'm performing or by myself, but do not take shots at my family."
Journalists were scrawling hurriedly, trying to catch his every word. As soon as they were done, more questions were asked.
"So, are we not allowed to see her?"
"Don't you think that's slightly possessive, Patrick?"
"Does she agree to these terms?"
Patrick ran a hand over his face and Pete whispered something in his ear. Patrick whispered something back as I watched, and he sighed. "Well, if I introduce her this once, you will know what she looks like and you will NOT be taking any photos of her when she comes out. You'd better take this opportunity because this is the only time you're going to be able to talk to her or see her. All cameras away, is that clear?"
I bit my lip in worry as I heard my name get called out and Rob escorted me to the panel. A chair was brought up so I could sit between Joe and Patrick. Joe leaned over and whispered, "Trust me, they're more scared of you than you are of them." I smiled at his joke and he grinned back, giving a nod. Patrick wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and said, "This is Keliah Ann Lee Stump, my lovely fiancé." All cameras had been put down and there was silence for a moment, as though shock had overwhelmed them. After all, they had never seen my face. Only the profile of me had been taken on that picture on the cover of that magazine. The shock soon ceased and questions fired off again.
"Can we see the ring, Mrs. Stump?"
"When do you think you're going to be due?"
"How did you two meet?"
"Why did you choose Patrick?"
Patrick proudly held up my left hand, showing off the ring. He tilted the mic towards me and I spoke nervously. "I-I'm sorry, I'm not good with public s-speaking very often. Um, I'd imagine I'll have the baby in 8 more months." The journalists laughed and let me continue, all of them scribbling on their notepads.
"Besides that, to answer the other questions, we met during my vacation to L.A. My best friend is a huge fan of the band, she got their attention, and I guess I got Patrick's attention as he got mine in return. Our hotel rooms were right next to each so we were sort of destined to talk to each other, and it just went from there. And why Patrick? Because he's Patrick. You don't ask why you fell in love with someone." I shrugged, not exactly knowing how else to put it. Rob tapped on his watch to show we only had a few minutes left before we had to be back on the bus. Pete piped up again. "So...any questions for Andy?"
The journalists spoke up again. One question was screamed over everyone elses.
"Did it hurt to get ALL those tattoos?"
Andy nodded and leaned forward. "It hurt like hell. Worth every minute though."
With that, Rob ended the conference, we all waved goodbye and headed back to the bus.
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It was late when we got back to the bus. I thought everything was alright when I sat down, my stomach feeling a bit queasy, but that feeling was normal by now. We got in and Farrah was the last one on the bus and she closed the door behind her. As soon as the door closed Patrick started in on Pete. "Why'd you tell me to bring her out?"
"Because they would love her! And they DID! Besides, you agreed to it!"
I stood up again standing between the two. "Hey, hey, hey. It went fine. At least now they know my face and won't photograph it. It's nothing to get upset over."
They both backed down and sat on the couches. Farrah shook her head. "I swear to god, guys, you need to stop having such short fuses with each other. You guys fight ALOT." Andy laughed. "Ha, you think this is bad. This has been much worse before. Be glad that Patrick and Pete aren't throwing things at each other anymore."
"That's true, I wouldn't want that." I said, sitting on Patrick's lap as he weaved his hands together over my stomach.
"Well. This has been an exciting week, am I right?" Patrick exclaimed, receiving applause from everyone else.
I laid my head on his shoulder, and he picked me up, carrying me to the bunks and we both slept in our clothes, closely cuddled together. The smile on Patrick's face told me that finally, everything was done. No more problems.