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Emmi stood next to her best friend, Samantha, in the scorching hot sun and waited to find a lawn seat at the Fall Out Boy Civic Tour. "Emmi, there's an empty spot over there," Samantha said, pointing to a small spot in a group of teens. "Hey, Sam. Maybe we could start a mosh pit," Emmi said, laughing to herself. "You mean like this?" Sam slung her arm and hit Emmi. "Damn, Sam. That hurt..." Emmi said, faking pain. "A-are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Sam said in sympathy. Emmi put on a menacing smile. "Nope," she said, and smacked Sam on her thigh. They got into a small, friendly (but painful) fight, until someone from the radio station walks up to them. "Hey, girls," the woman said. "Hey. How ya doin'?" they say in unision. The woman laughs, then says, "I am doing fine. I actually wanted to ask if you want to meet Fall Out Boy," she said, while Emmi and Sam's eyes grew large, like saucers (and I mean the U.F.O. ones). Sam stood there, and said quietly, "Oh, shit..." But Emmi shouted, "HELL YES!!" The woman laughed, and handed the two girls their passes. "Well, follow me, and we'll go backstage. Oh, and these are good for after the show. You can come backstage and have a good talk with the boys, because you two are the only people here who get these particular passes." Sam's eyes finally shrunk a little bit. "Sweet Mother Mary," she says, and all three crack up. The woman leads them backstage, and this is when the fun begins.

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As the three approach the boys, Emmi's hands start sweating. She looks over at Sam and realizes she is nervous as well. She is shaking slightly. Finally, Emmi speaks up. "Can we have them sign something?" The woman looks at Emmi. "Um...sure. That will be fine. Just don't scream, or the boys will have to hide." Sam and Emmi laugh, and walk up to the boys, all sitting at a table. Okay, Emmi thought to herself. I can't go all 'fan girl' on them. I have to stay calm. She smiles at Patrick, the first one at the table. "Hey, Patrick." Patrick smiles back. "Hey, Emmi. How are you?" Emmi was shocked to hear him say her name. "How did you know my name?" Patrick laughed. "It's written on your jeans." Emmi blushed at the knowledge that Patrick was looking at her legs. "Sorry. I can be a little bit of a...dork at some times." Patrick smiled a cute smile. "Well, aren't we all? What would you like me to sign?" Patrick said, permanent marker in hand. "Um...I was hoping you could do my jeans, but I can't exactly take them off right now," Emmi said nervously. "Oh, it's fine," Patrick said. "I'll sign them anyways." Patrick held out a hand, gesturing for Emmi to come closer. When she was close enough, Patrick spoke. "Now put your leg up on me," he said with a playful smile. Emmi blushed, lifted her leg, and placed it in Patrick's lap. On her jeans, he signed:

To Emmi - The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Call me. :-) - Love, Patrick Stump

Emmi's heart raced. Patrick placed a small piece of paper into her hand and leaned in to her. "It's my number. How old are you?" "Um...17." "Perfect. Call me." Her heart practically jumped out of her chest. She moved down the table to Andy, then Joe, and finally Pete. Pete smiled a smile that would make any girl go weak at the knees. "Hey, beautiful." Emmi started shaking slightly. She decided to not seem so desperate. "I bet you say that to every girl you meet." she said with a forced smirk. She started at his amazing smile. Pete laughed. "I may have called other girls hot, but I have never seen any girl as beautiful as you." Emmi started shaking. Pete's smile faded. "Are you cold?" Emmi had to admit she was a little chilly. There were goose bumps on her arms. "Yeah, just a little." Pete stood up and took off his hoodie, revealing a tight black shirt. "Here. Wear this." Emmi put it on, the sleeves at least an inch past her hands. She breathed deeply, the smell of Pete's cologne, Tag, engulfing her. The guys at her school wore Tag and it smelled terrible. Emmi was convinced that Tag only smelled good on Pete. "So, what do you want me to sign? I'll sign anything," Pete said with a mischievious grin. "A-anything?" Emmi said. Pete smiled. "Anything," he repeated. "Well, how about my jeans?" "Okay, jeans work. " Emmi put her leg up on Pete's lap. He put his hand on her leg lightly, like someone who loved you would do, and signed her upper leg. It read:

Beautiful Emmi - Hey. You are amazing. Call me. Not Patrick the Perv. ¢¾ - Pete

"Thank you so much, Pete. Can I hug you?" Emmi said, the fear melting off of her. "Hey! No hugs!" A burly security guard rushed over, his hand on his tazer. "No, dude. It's fine. I want to hug her," Pete said, embracing Emmi in a tight passionate hug. She slowly put her arms around him, and tightened her grip. He whispered in her ear, "Make sure you call me." She shivered. "Hey! Emmi!" Sam called to her. Emmi broke the hug, even though she wanted to stay there forever. "I will, Pete. Here's my number," Emmi said, handing a piece of paper to Pete. "Thanks," Pete said, taking it from her hand and returning to his seat. "Yeah?" Emmi asked Sam. "Oh My G...I MET PANIC! AT THE DISCO AND I GOT RYAN ROSS' PHONE NUMBER!!" Emmi and Sam started screaming. "And I got Pete AND Patrick's phone numbers!" More squealing.

As the girls were walking off, Emmi felt a hand on her shoulder and smelt the familiar scent of Tag. Shivers went down her spine. "Y-yeah?" she said, turning around. It was Pete. "Um...You know how I wrote on your jeans 'Patrick the Perv'?" Emmi said cautiously, "Yeah. Why?" Pete laughed. "Well, Patrick was staring at your butt." Emmi gasped and Sam laughed. "You want to go slap him?" Emmi smirked. "No. It's fine. Just tell him if he wants to look at it that much, I'll send him a picture." Pete laughed, and put his arm around Emmi's waist. He put his mouth next to her ear. "Emmi, I want to meet you for a date. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up." Emmi fainted.