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Fall Out Boy is for Lovers. Exactly.
12 reviewsTime is just a man-made measurement. Time changes everything. What you are always affects who you are. Sometimes you lose the most important things because of them. Short Patrick Story.
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Holding the basket, Patrick steadily tried to walk into his room. Moving sideways so he and the laundry basket can make it in at the same time. Placing it on the bed, he took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips, rolling his neck. It wasn't that he was anti-laundry it had just been a while since he had to do it, at least do it by himself. It seems a lot less tedious when you are having fun joking and laughing with someone as you fold clothes.
Sighing he started to sort through the clothes. T-shirts to put in drawers on one pile, underwear neatly piled next to it with his socks and jeans or pants on the other. He paused and made a mental note to bring his hoodies to the dry cleaners. He pays a lot for those Kid Robot hoodies before they are even released to the public to buy. The last thing he would want to do is ruin one of them. After emptying the basket into piles, Patrick placed it on the side by the door, he had to remember to put it back in the closet and not let it just stay there. There was this whole maturity thing he was trying to start. A maturity where he could keep his house organized and such, you know normal "adult" things. Going over to his dresser he opened up the drawer that would contain his boxers and put them in. It didn't really matter if those weren't pressed and perfect. No one would be seeing them for a while so, what was the difference? Leaving the drawer open he started it pile in all of his socks.. While on tour he bought so many socks that when he got home he just had an abundant amount. It was okay though, everyone gets a visit from the sock monster that lives in either the washing machine or the dryer. Socks always went missing.
Opening the next drawer he frowned at how many shirts had managed to pile up in there. Moving a few around to make room he started to involuntarily sort through them. A few were good enough to be disposed of. As he started to empty them he grabbed one and everything just kind of stopped as he realized what he was holding. Sucking in his bottom lip Patrick pushed his clothes out of the way as he sat down on his bed looking at it. It was her shirt.
The shirt she had stolen from him. He had complained so much that she had taken it that it had almost become their game. She would wear it to sleep, and then he would steal it and put it in his drawer only to know that Michele would just go back in and take it. Her reasoning was that it just made more sense for her to wear it. It was the green "Fall Out Boy is for Lovers- Chicago softcore" T-shirt and well, a Fall Out Boy was her lover.
He couldn't help but smirk to her only objection to the shirt. They might have been from Chicago but neither one of them was softcore. As he gazed over it, he noticed the paint stain on the sleeve of the shirt. His body almost fell as the memories of that day flooded back to him. That was the day he asked her to move in with him, the same day he had moved into the condo.
"Don't you know, you have to paint up and down. You cannot ruin my walls" Patrick smirked as he continued with the roller. They were painting the living room before the furniture arrived.
Michele turned her body towards him, a hand going on her hip as she started to move the paintbrush as she spoke "listen you, I painted my whole apartment by myself and it looks beautiful so no telling the master how to make her masterpiece." she couldn't help but smile as she continued to paint the wall in zig zag motion.
"well, did you have to wear MY shirt to like, create your masterpiece on MY walls." Patrick continued to press her. He was having fun.
"Oh, you know its mine. One day you'll realize that." she told him confidently. "and you will LOVE your walls so stop complaining" Michele laughed as things fell quiet for moment "the pool outside looks amazing, I think this condo is perfect for you, and you're close to the studio on Hollywood boulevard right?:
Patrick nodded as he started to concentrate on what he was doing "yeah yeah, just a few blocks. So it works out. I can stay late working on the album." he dipped the roller in more paint. "and pool? what pool? I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Oh, you know the one outside in the middle of the complex that had all the half naked gorgeous super models around it." she looked at him "Don't play naive with me Stump, I don't want to go home and worry that my amazing boyfriend is being hit on by perfect Californian women. I will come back out here and show them how chi-town, gets down." laughing and imitating that she had enough gangster qualities that she would fight hard for him.
"Well, what if this was your home? And, then you can keep an eye out on those models make sure they aren't trying to seduce me"
Stopping, Michele kind of turned to him unsure of what he had really had meant. "Patrick, what do you mean....?" she was kind of in shock. That was not something she had expected to hear out of him.
Shrugging his shoulders he let his rolled go over a few of her 'zig zags' "I mean, what if this was your home too. So we can be together. Have those breakfast in bed more often or late night trivia debates, and just have more time together. I'd love for you to move in here with me, Marshmallow." he stopped painting to look at her "So will you live with me?"
Shocked and ecstatic she nodded "yes! I'd love to" almost instantly dropping her painting instrument and ran into his arms pressing her lips to his. "So, I'm going to wake up to your beautiful green gray eyes every morning?" she held his face lovingly as she kissed him. "and hold you as I fall asleep every night? And know when I'll get home you'll be there?"
The smile on Patrick's face was just explainable. It's the kind that almost makes his nose scrunch up because his whole face just lights up. His eyes were bright from happiness. "yeah" he bit his bottom lip as he went to wrap his arms around her waist. "aww man!" he complained as his arms went down he got paint on her. "Now I ruined my shirt! I got paint on it"
"so? It's mine anyway" she laughed and took the paint roller out of his hand putting it in the paint. " and so are you" Michele started to kiss him hungrily pushing him back.
"Mm babe.." he mumbled against her lips "wha.. what are you mMm, doing?" trying to keep up with her.
Pulling back she smirked "I think it's about time we break in our new home" Michele instantly reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it off letting it fall onto the floor as her lips crashed against his again. "I love you" she expressed her lips just touching his as her eyes remained closed and she held his face. It was amazing to have that with someone.
Reluctantly, Patrick lifted the shirt and he could just smell her. He remembered how amazing that day had been. She had promised to live with him and then they made love in their new home. With his eyes closed he clenched the shirt tightly. He wanted it all back. That was real love, she meant it when those words came out. What they had was amazing. That was the keyword though had. As much as he wanted it all back and to open his eyes and see her standing there he knew it wouldn't happen. She was gone. Her stuff was all packed and she no longer lived in their home. It made him not want to call it a home. It was a residence. A comfortable place for him to stay now that he was back in town. Not his home.
Open his eyes, Patrick blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. As he folded the shirt and put it back. He needed to relax and stop thinking about her. He needed to keep himself busy, and what was better than music? Closing the drawer, he made his way to his laptop turning it on and placing the headphones on his head. He might as well work, that's all he had left and at least that would never leave him.
Well as you can all tell i decided to continue this story. Your support has left me dumbfounded and amazed. Thank you all soo much to everyone who reviewed this story and decided to read my other ones. That is truly amazing. Thank you. I am not sure where I may take this but, regardless i do hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading, and in advance thank you for reviewing.
Sighing he started to sort through the clothes. T-shirts to put in drawers on one pile, underwear neatly piled next to it with his socks and jeans or pants on the other. He paused and made a mental note to bring his hoodies to the dry cleaners. He pays a lot for those Kid Robot hoodies before they are even released to the public to buy. The last thing he would want to do is ruin one of them. After emptying the basket into piles, Patrick placed it on the side by the door, he had to remember to put it back in the closet and not let it just stay there. There was this whole maturity thing he was trying to start. A maturity where he could keep his house organized and such, you know normal "adult" things. Going over to his dresser he opened up the drawer that would contain his boxers and put them in. It didn't really matter if those weren't pressed and perfect. No one would be seeing them for a while so, what was the difference? Leaving the drawer open he started it pile in all of his socks.. While on tour he bought so many socks that when he got home he just had an abundant amount. It was okay though, everyone gets a visit from the sock monster that lives in either the washing machine or the dryer. Socks always went missing.
Opening the next drawer he frowned at how many shirts had managed to pile up in there. Moving a few around to make room he started to involuntarily sort through them. A few were good enough to be disposed of. As he started to empty them he grabbed one and everything just kind of stopped as he realized what he was holding. Sucking in his bottom lip Patrick pushed his clothes out of the way as he sat down on his bed looking at it. It was her shirt.
The shirt she had stolen from him. He had complained so much that she had taken it that it had almost become their game. She would wear it to sleep, and then he would steal it and put it in his drawer only to know that Michele would just go back in and take it. Her reasoning was that it just made more sense for her to wear it. It was the green "Fall Out Boy is for Lovers- Chicago softcore" T-shirt and well, a Fall Out Boy was her lover.
He couldn't help but smirk to her only objection to the shirt. They might have been from Chicago but neither one of them was softcore. As he gazed over it, he noticed the paint stain on the sleeve of the shirt. His body almost fell as the memories of that day flooded back to him. That was the day he asked her to move in with him, the same day he had moved into the condo.
"Don't you know, you have to paint up and down. You cannot ruin my walls" Patrick smirked as he continued with the roller. They were painting the living room before the furniture arrived.
Michele turned her body towards him, a hand going on her hip as she started to move the paintbrush as she spoke "listen you, I painted my whole apartment by myself and it looks beautiful so no telling the master how to make her masterpiece." she couldn't help but smile as she continued to paint the wall in zig zag motion.
"well, did you have to wear MY shirt to like, create your masterpiece on MY walls." Patrick continued to press her. He was having fun.
"Oh, you know its mine. One day you'll realize that." she told him confidently. "and you will LOVE your walls so stop complaining" Michele laughed as things fell quiet for moment "the pool outside looks amazing, I think this condo is perfect for you, and you're close to the studio on Hollywood boulevard right?:
Patrick nodded as he started to concentrate on what he was doing "yeah yeah, just a few blocks. So it works out. I can stay late working on the album." he dipped the roller in more paint. "and pool? what pool? I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Oh, you know the one outside in the middle of the complex that had all the half naked gorgeous super models around it." she looked at him "Don't play naive with me Stump, I don't want to go home and worry that my amazing boyfriend is being hit on by perfect Californian women. I will come back out here and show them how chi-town, gets down." laughing and imitating that she had enough gangster qualities that she would fight hard for him.
"Well, what if this was your home? And, then you can keep an eye out on those models make sure they aren't trying to seduce me"
Stopping, Michele kind of turned to him unsure of what he had really had meant. "Patrick, what do you mean....?" she was kind of in shock. That was not something she had expected to hear out of him.
Shrugging his shoulders he let his rolled go over a few of her 'zig zags' "I mean, what if this was your home too. So we can be together. Have those breakfast in bed more often or late night trivia debates, and just have more time together. I'd love for you to move in here with me, Marshmallow." he stopped painting to look at her "So will you live with me?"
Shocked and ecstatic she nodded "yes! I'd love to" almost instantly dropping her painting instrument and ran into his arms pressing her lips to his. "So, I'm going to wake up to your beautiful green gray eyes every morning?" she held his face lovingly as she kissed him. "and hold you as I fall asleep every night? And know when I'll get home you'll be there?"
The smile on Patrick's face was just explainable. It's the kind that almost makes his nose scrunch up because his whole face just lights up. His eyes were bright from happiness. "yeah" he bit his bottom lip as he went to wrap his arms around her waist. "aww man!" he complained as his arms went down he got paint on her. "Now I ruined my shirt! I got paint on it"
"so? It's mine anyway" she laughed and took the paint roller out of his hand putting it in the paint. " and so are you" Michele started to kiss him hungrily pushing him back.
"Mm babe.." he mumbled against her lips "wha.. what are you mMm, doing?" trying to keep up with her.
Pulling back she smirked "I think it's about time we break in our new home" Michele instantly reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it off letting it fall onto the floor as her lips crashed against his again. "I love you" she expressed her lips just touching his as her eyes remained closed and she held his face. It was amazing to have that with someone.
Reluctantly, Patrick lifted the shirt and he could just smell her. He remembered how amazing that day had been. She had promised to live with him and then they made love in their new home. With his eyes closed he clenched the shirt tightly. He wanted it all back. That was real love, she meant it when those words came out. What they had was amazing. That was the keyword though had. As much as he wanted it all back and to open his eyes and see her standing there he knew it wouldn't happen. She was gone. Her stuff was all packed and she no longer lived in their home. It made him not want to call it a home. It was a residence. A comfortable place for him to stay now that he was back in town. Not his home.
Open his eyes, Patrick blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. As he folded the shirt and put it back. He needed to relax and stop thinking about her. He needed to keep himself busy, and what was better than music? Closing the drawer, he made his way to his laptop turning it on and placing the headphones on his head. He might as well work, that's all he had left and at least that would never leave him.
Well as you can all tell i decided to continue this story. Your support has left me dumbfounded and amazed. Thank you all soo much to everyone who reviewed this story and decided to read my other ones. That is truly amazing. Thank you. I am not sure where I may take this but, regardless i do hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading, and in advance thank you for reviewing.
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