Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Last Years Wishes Are This Years Apologies
This is probably the shitiest chapter I have ever written. The story is in my head and I am just trying to get it out as fast as possible without messing it up really bad. Well any way I hope you enjoy...
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~Patrick's POV~
In the tiny bathroom, Patrick removed his hat and washed his face. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the garbage can to the side. The hoodie fit perfectly, as he zipped it up all the way and pushed the sleeves above his elbows. Not bad... he thought self consciously. This comment wasn't on his appearance; it was on the hoodie in general. Before leaving the bathroom he slid his hat back on and adjusted his hair under it.
"Taking your sweet fucking time in there!" Pete yelled banging on the door.
"I'm done." Patrick said walking out of there and grabbing his guitar.
"Good, I was about to piss my pants." Pete said pushing into the room, and grabbing the t-shirt in the garbage. "Patrick, do you know how much money we could make off this?" He yelled throwing the shirt back in the garbage and closing the door. Patrick shook his head and started making sure his guitar was perfectly tuned. This is what he lived for; these moments with his guitar.
"Almost ready?" Andy asked from the door. Patrick gave him a quick look of panic. He hadn't even warmed up his voice yet.
"I am gonna be singing like crap, but other than that, I am siked!" Patrick answered, turning to clear his throat and hum.
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After the performance Patrick debated whether or not to go back to the hospital. He tried to call Ben but no one answered.
"Watcha Doin?" Pete asked coming up to his side and bumping him.
"Trying to get a hold of Ben, but I guess he is busy." Patrick answered walking along the barricade of fans, shaking hands and smiling.
The bus was practically empty, because all of their stuff was at the hotel.
"Dude, I am fucking tired as hell!" Joe yelled letting himself fall on the couch, as the bus roared to life and began moving. "How far until the hotel?" he called to the bus driver, but received no answer. "Fuck it! I'm going to the bunks! Wake me up when we get to the hotel!"
Patrick sat calmly in the lounge area, fiddling with his phone. He did this every night waiting for the phone call from Rachel. Rachel was his girlfriend of a few years. She was the sweetest person he had ever met, and unfortunately he had to leave her back in Chicago. Like magic, the phone started ringing and Patrick excitedly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe what's up? How was the concert? Was it as exciting as you thought?"
"It was great... just ... I had enough excitement for today..."
"What do you mean?"
"I went to see Ben, and I hit some kid with a door... I sorta put her in the hospital."
"Oh... I hope she is alright." Rachel said sincerely. This was one of the reasons Patrick loved Rachel so much. She was just a sweet caring person; it didn't matter who it was or what happened. She was just so perfect.
"I left her with Ben; she didn't seem to want my help, so I left to the festival... It wasn't anything really serious... How are you?"
They talked on the phone for the entire ride to the Hotel, but as always their conversation was cut short by the time difference.
"It's really late, I need to sleep baby; I love you so much though... Patrick?"
"I love you more, sweet dreams babe. I will talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye baby..." Rachel was the first to hang up, as always.
Sometimes, Patrick had to share a Hotel room with Pete, but tonight he had his own room. They had stopped by the hotel for a short time earlier that day, before they went to the theatre, but it was almost 10 o'clock and he was glad his luggage was all taken care of.
Sitting on the bed was the backpack he had forgotten earlier, a suitcase, and a guitar case. Patrick unzipped the hoodie, the hotel air conditioner giving him chills.
"I need a shower...." He murmured to himself, as he walked grudgingly over to the bathroom.
~Claire's POV~
There was beeping, and whispers, and various noises that Claire couldn't quite place. Where was Ben? The nurse had said something earlier but she fell asleep. The call remote was laying on the nightstand, and Claire had to push herself to be able to push the nurse call button a couple times.
"Do you need something sweetie?" an older nurse asked walking in quietly.
"Ben Pryce... the man they took from my room... What wrong with him? He is my Dad... please tell me..." Claire said taking deep breaths throughout. The medicine was hitting her hard. The nurse sighed heavily.
"Sweetie, why don't I have a doctor come in here and talk with you?" The nurse said softly patting Claire's hand. Claire was getting angry; she wasn't a child!
"Please hurry then..." Claire murmured. She lacked the energy to fight with anyone. A few minutes passed and an older man walked in with a clipboard. He was smiling brightly as he took a seat next to her bed.
"How are you today Ms. Pryce?" The doctor asked. Claire wondered why he called her Pryce, but didn't fight it.
"Can we cut the crap? What's wrong with Ben?" Claire said as strongly as she could, sitting up slightly in her bed.
"He has a tumor." The doctor said bluntly.
"Is it cancerous?" Claire asked in a small voice. The doctor nodded.
"It's in his lungs. About this big around..." The doctor said holding up his fingers to show about an inch of width.
"Can you guys... take it out?" Claire asked startled a bit. The doctor cocked his head a bit.
"He will need to start chemotherapy very soon... but... maybe after a couple rounds of it, we can remove the tumor." The doctor had hope in his voice, but it was lost on Claire who was crying.
"Is he awake? Can I see him?" She asked tears streaming silently down her face.
"He is a bit out of it, but if you would like to see him then I am sure I can arrange that." The doctor said giving a sad smile.
Claire nodded and slid down the bed, her sobs silenced by the pillow.
~Patrick's POV~
Hotel beds were heaven. Patrick wasn't asleep yet, but he was comfortably tucked away in darkness. The clock on the nightstand shone bright red. 12:04, it read.
Patrick smiled groggily at the clock, and fell asleep.
BANGBANGBANG! Patrick awoke with a startled cry. Someone was insistently pounding on Hotel room door.
"Hold On!" Patrick yelled slowly walking toward the door. The clock read 6 AM and Patrick was about to beat the crap out of whoever woke him up. "What the fu..." Patrick began as he opened the door a crack, only to be shoved back by Pete entering the room quickly.
"Patrick! I fucking got it!" Pete yelled turning on the light. Patrick angrily turned off the light and slipped back into his bed. "Patrick!" Pete yelled turning the light back on.
"Pete, can this wait a few hours?" Patrick asked slowly raising his hand to point to the door.
"No, I will fucking forget it and then the album will suck!" Pete yelled pacing. Obviously he hadn't slept all night.
"Then hurry up Pete please." Patrick said swinging his legs out of bed. Pete grabbed the guitar case and slid out the acoustic guitar. He started playing sloppily and singing. Patrick wasn't really impressed, mostly because he was dead tired. A voice in the back of Patrick's mind said 'hey you asked for this bud' and Patrick rolled his eyes.
The new album was going to be different! Pete and Patrick made a deal that could make or break Fall Out Boy. The new record would have 13 songs on it; 3 completely written by Patrick, 3 completely written by Pete, and the final 7 written by them both. This way they were moving away from the normal Pete writes the lyrics, Patrick writes the music phase; without abandoning it all together. There was one thing that made the whole concept crack. Pete had trouble writing music, and Patrick hated his own lyrics.
Patrick was hoping Ben would help him out with lyrics for his music. But as we all know the trip to grab a guitar didn't go so well.
Pete finished his song and gave a nervous laugh. "How did that sound Patrick?" Pete asked hope in his eyes. Patrick tilted his head slightly; he didn't trust himself not to be mean.
"Fine Pete, we can go over it later or something..." Patrick said trying to sound exhausted. Pete nodded and left the room a little bit happier. Patrick locked the door and slid back into bed. "Fuck!" He yelled, realizing he would not be able to fall back asleep.
Patrick got dressed and walked outside toward the bus.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously entering the bus. The door should have been locked.
"OH GOD YES!" Patrick heard a woman squeal from the bunks. Then he heard moaning.
"HELLO!" Patrick called a little louder. Silence... "Um...Jaive?" Patrick yelled. Jaive was short for Javier. That was their current bus driver. Voices could be heard now, whispers. Jaive pulled the curtain back and walked into the lounge casually.
"Patrick... um... what do you need?" Jaive asked scratching his head. Patrick had to stifle a laugh; Jaive was a mess.
"Um, I am looking for the rental car keys..." Patrick said honestly. He began to look around the lounge quietly.
"Here" Jaive said reaching onto the key hook and thrusting the keys to Patrick. "Goodbye"
"See ya..." Patrick said getting off the bus laughing. The door was promptly locked behind him.
Still laughing Patrick got into the rental car driving off to the theatre.
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~Patrick's POV~
In the tiny bathroom, Patrick removed his hat and washed his face. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the garbage can to the side. The hoodie fit perfectly, as he zipped it up all the way and pushed the sleeves above his elbows. Not bad... he thought self consciously. This comment wasn't on his appearance; it was on the hoodie in general. Before leaving the bathroom he slid his hat back on and adjusted his hair under it.
"Taking your sweet fucking time in there!" Pete yelled banging on the door.
"I'm done." Patrick said walking out of there and grabbing his guitar.
"Good, I was about to piss my pants." Pete said pushing into the room, and grabbing the t-shirt in the garbage. "Patrick, do you know how much money we could make off this?" He yelled throwing the shirt back in the garbage and closing the door. Patrick shook his head and started making sure his guitar was perfectly tuned. This is what he lived for; these moments with his guitar.
"Almost ready?" Andy asked from the door. Patrick gave him a quick look of panic. He hadn't even warmed up his voice yet.
"I am gonna be singing like crap, but other than that, I am siked!" Patrick answered, turning to clear his throat and hum.
_______
After the performance Patrick debated whether or not to go back to the hospital. He tried to call Ben but no one answered.
"Watcha Doin?" Pete asked coming up to his side and bumping him.
"Trying to get a hold of Ben, but I guess he is busy." Patrick answered walking along the barricade of fans, shaking hands and smiling.
The bus was practically empty, because all of their stuff was at the hotel.
"Dude, I am fucking tired as hell!" Joe yelled letting himself fall on the couch, as the bus roared to life and began moving. "How far until the hotel?" he called to the bus driver, but received no answer. "Fuck it! I'm going to the bunks! Wake me up when we get to the hotel!"
Patrick sat calmly in the lounge area, fiddling with his phone. He did this every night waiting for the phone call from Rachel. Rachel was his girlfriend of a few years. She was the sweetest person he had ever met, and unfortunately he had to leave her back in Chicago. Like magic, the phone started ringing and Patrick excitedly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe what's up? How was the concert? Was it as exciting as you thought?"
"It was great... just ... I had enough excitement for today..."
"What do you mean?"
"I went to see Ben, and I hit some kid with a door... I sorta put her in the hospital."
"Oh... I hope she is alright." Rachel said sincerely. This was one of the reasons Patrick loved Rachel so much. She was just a sweet caring person; it didn't matter who it was or what happened. She was just so perfect.
"I left her with Ben; she didn't seem to want my help, so I left to the festival... It wasn't anything really serious... How are you?"
They talked on the phone for the entire ride to the Hotel, but as always their conversation was cut short by the time difference.
"It's really late, I need to sleep baby; I love you so much though... Patrick?"
"I love you more, sweet dreams babe. I will talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye baby..." Rachel was the first to hang up, as always.
Sometimes, Patrick had to share a Hotel room with Pete, but tonight he had his own room. They had stopped by the hotel for a short time earlier that day, before they went to the theatre, but it was almost 10 o'clock and he was glad his luggage was all taken care of.
Sitting on the bed was the backpack he had forgotten earlier, a suitcase, and a guitar case. Patrick unzipped the hoodie, the hotel air conditioner giving him chills.
"I need a shower...." He murmured to himself, as he walked grudgingly over to the bathroom.
~Claire's POV~
There was beeping, and whispers, and various noises that Claire couldn't quite place. Where was Ben? The nurse had said something earlier but she fell asleep. The call remote was laying on the nightstand, and Claire had to push herself to be able to push the nurse call button a couple times.
"Do you need something sweetie?" an older nurse asked walking in quietly.
"Ben Pryce... the man they took from my room... What wrong with him? He is my Dad... please tell me..." Claire said taking deep breaths throughout. The medicine was hitting her hard. The nurse sighed heavily.
"Sweetie, why don't I have a doctor come in here and talk with you?" The nurse said softly patting Claire's hand. Claire was getting angry; she wasn't a child!
"Please hurry then..." Claire murmured. She lacked the energy to fight with anyone. A few minutes passed and an older man walked in with a clipboard. He was smiling brightly as he took a seat next to her bed.
"How are you today Ms. Pryce?" The doctor asked. Claire wondered why he called her Pryce, but didn't fight it.
"Can we cut the crap? What's wrong with Ben?" Claire said as strongly as she could, sitting up slightly in her bed.
"He has a tumor." The doctor said bluntly.
"Is it cancerous?" Claire asked in a small voice. The doctor nodded.
"It's in his lungs. About this big around..." The doctor said holding up his fingers to show about an inch of width.
"Can you guys... take it out?" Claire asked startled a bit. The doctor cocked his head a bit.
"He will need to start chemotherapy very soon... but... maybe after a couple rounds of it, we can remove the tumor." The doctor had hope in his voice, but it was lost on Claire who was crying.
"Is he awake? Can I see him?" She asked tears streaming silently down her face.
"He is a bit out of it, but if you would like to see him then I am sure I can arrange that." The doctor said giving a sad smile.
Claire nodded and slid down the bed, her sobs silenced by the pillow.
~Patrick's POV~
Hotel beds were heaven. Patrick wasn't asleep yet, but he was comfortably tucked away in darkness. The clock on the nightstand shone bright red. 12:04, it read.
Patrick smiled groggily at the clock, and fell asleep.
BANGBANGBANG! Patrick awoke with a startled cry. Someone was insistently pounding on Hotel room door.
"Hold On!" Patrick yelled slowly walking toward the door. The clock read 6 AM and Patrick was about to beat the crap out of whoever woke him up. "What the fu..." Patrick began as he opened the door a crack, only to be shoved back by Pete entering the room quickly.
"Patrick! I fucking got it!" Pete yelled turning on the light. Patrick angrily turned off the light and slipped back into his bed. "Patrick!" Pete yelled turning the light back on.
"Pete, can this wait a few hours?" Patrick asked slowly raising his hand to point to the door.
"No, I will fucking forget it and then the album will suck!" Pete yelled pacing. Obviously he hadn't slept all night.
"Then hurry up Pete please." Patrick said swinging his legs out of bed. Pete grabbed the guitar case and slid out the acoustic guitar. He started playing sloppily and singing. Patrick wasn't really impressed, mostly because he was dead tired. A voice in the back of Patrick's mind said 'hey you asked for this bud' and Patrick rolled his eyes.
The new album was going to be different! Pete and Patrick made a deal that could make or break Fall Out Boy. The new record would have 13 songs on it; 3 completely written by Patrick, 3 completely written by Pete, and the final 7 written by them both. This way they were moving away from the normal Pete writes the lyrics, Patrick writes the music phase; without abandoning it all together. There was one thing that made the whole concept crack. Pete had trouble writing music, and Patrick hated his own lyrics.
Patrick was hoping Ben would help him out with lyrics for his music. But as we all know the trip to grab a guitar didn't go so well.
Pete finished his song and gave a nervous laugh. "How did that sound Patrick?" Pete asked hope in his eyes. Patrick tilted his head slightly; he didn't trust himself not to be mean.
"Fine Pete, we can go over it later or something..." Patrick said trying to sound exhausted. Pete nodded and left the room a little bit happier. Patrick locked the door and slid back into bed. "Fuck!" He yelled, realizing he would not be able to fall back asleep.
Patrick got dressed and walked outside toward the bus.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously entering the bus. The door should have been locked.
"OH GOD YES!" Patrick heard a woman squeal from the bunks. Then he heard moaning.
"HELLO!" Patrick called a little louder. Silence... "Um...Jaive?" Patrick yelled. Jaive was short for Javier. That was their current bus driver. Voices could be heard now, whispers. Jaive pulled the curtain back and walked into the lounge casually.
"Patrick... um... what do you need?" Jaive asked scratching his head. Patrick had to stifle a laugh; Jaive was a mess.
"Um, I am looking for the rental car keys..." Patrick said honestly. He began to look around the lounge quietly.
"Here" Jaive said reaching onto the key hook and thrusting the keys to Patrick. "Goodbye"
"See ya..." Patrick said getting off the bus laughing. The door was promptly locked behind him.
Still laughing Patrick got into the rental car driving off to the theatre.
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