Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Depression Found My Obsession

I'll Be There For You Through It All, Even If Saving You Sends Me To Heavan

by thatgirlinthecorner 2 reviews

memories, tears, dancing, and rain.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama, Romance - Published: 2007-07-11 - Updated: 2007-07-11 - 425 words - Complete

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Patrick drove down the street from Pete's house.

"He's coming on a bit strong isn't he?" Patrick asked me.



"You don't really think?"

"You don't notice? Geez. He's a nervous wreck and he asked her to stay at his house and they've met an hour ago!"

"Yeah...come to think of it, he really is. Patrick...Pete wouldn't try to...."

"Rape her or anything? No no no no." He said shaking his head. "He's much more sincere than that. He'll probably try to watch a movie with her."

"You've just got him figured out don't you?" I teased him.

"Wish I did."


"Where do you want to eat?" Pete asked me.

"I don't care. Seriously."

"Just pick a place." He insisted.

"No, go ahead."

"No, you pick."

"You pick!" I said in a six-year-old voice.

"I'm not picking." He said simply.

"Then we are not eating." I mocked.

"Fine. Your tough." I laughed.

"So where are we going?" He pondered for a moment.

"You ever heard of P.F. Chang's?"

"Yeah. You sure you want to go there?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's expensive."

"I've got the money."

"You rich bastard." I teased.

"Ha. You wish."


I paid and we left.

"You didn't have to do that." Said Roxy.

"Do what?"

"Pay. We could've at least split halves or something..."

"It's fine." She held out a twenty to me.

"At least let me pay my half." I put my hand up.


"Come on, I use your money, stay at your house...Pete your making me feel selfish."

"Don't feel selfish."

"Damn you Wentz."

We got back to the house. I took her bag out of the trunk and handed it to her. It started to rain. She dropped her bag back in the trunk and grabbed my hands. She danced with me for a while and laughed.

"You really like the rain don't you?" I asked her.

"So much."

"There's something about it. It's a bit depressing."

She nodded.

"Bethany loved the rain." She said sadly. I pulled her into a hug, I didn't know what else to do. She hugged back and started to cry.

"It'll get better sooner or later, I promise." I walked her over to my trunk, grabbed her bag and slammed it shut. I took off my hoodie and held it over her head as we walked back into the house. She smiled up at me.

"Thank you. I think it already has."
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