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Frankie froze. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All she was focused on was the soft feeling of Patrick’s lips on hers. Her brain was whizzing in a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation. She was kissing Patrick. Patrick Stump. Lead singer of Fall Out Boy. The one boy who kept her sane through most of her late teen years. Almost involuntarily, her eyes closed and she was soon kissing back. Her hand moved up to his face and his hands clamped on her hips. Patrick smiled but his smile soon faded when Frankie pulled away.

‘I’m… Sorry’ He said, sounding robotic and he turned to leave, face sinking

‘Wait…’ She called after him, stopping him at the door

She needed to know why. Why he’d suddenly kissed her. He could pretty much get anyone he want, so why settle for her? She was so far from perfect it was scary. A daunting thought hit her. Maybe he was just messing with her head. Maybe he knew how she felt and just thought he’d screw with her mind.

‘Patrick…’ She whispered

‘What?’ He asked, eyes never leaving the ground

‘Why… Why..’ She cleared her throat and tried again, ‘Why did you kiss me?’

Patrick’s fists clenched but nothing could stop him from blushing furiously. He exhaled then shrugged, thinking she was angry with him. He couldn’t have her angry with him.

‘Just… forget it.’ He said, opening the booth door and stepping out.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes when she though her worst fears were coming true. Storming across to the broom she angrily snatched it up and thundered out of the room. Giving Patrick the most horrid look she could possibly do. Running at this point, she headed towards the supply closet, and on arrival, kicked the door open and slid to the floor, sobbing. Her hands over her eyes, she scorned herself for ever thinking that Patrick really liked her.

‘Fuck..!’ Patrick shouted into the air and punched the padded wall

He never expressed his feelings to girls before because as he knew from a past experience, it never ended well. His fists clenched once more. Anna, beautiful Anna. His girlfriend, ex girlfriend. Last February was a nightmare. He remembered the day so well. The table on the roof, the private meal, the moon shining bright and highlighting her pretty face. She’d dressed up in her best dress and shoes. Her hair was up for once too. His heart was racing. As the meal came to an end, he leaned down on his knee and pulled a ring from his pocket.

‘Anna… Marry me’ He grinned, inwardly terrified

That frown. That fucking frown on her face. The way she shook her head slowly. Every word she said cut him deep. There’s someone else. Someone better. And he was taking his place.

He’d loved her. Really, true love. Even now, he was still hurting. Then he bumped into, and crushed, Frankie. She had this beautiful aura. This amazing light around her. He liked her. He really liked her, but now she hated him. He made her hate him.

‘Stupid… Stupid…’ He mumbled to himself and ran his hand down his face.

For a singer, it was pretty amazing that when the right time came there was no way he could be vocal. He’d pissed off Frankie pretty badly. He didn’t know why she was so upset. Deciding to leave his stupid fears to once side, he crept towards the supply closet and stood outside the door. He inhaled, building up the courage. He didn’t have to speak, Frankie knew he was there.

‘Why Patrick..?’ She sniffled, head pushed into her knees, ‘If you were just fucking with…’

‘Because you’re beautiful..’ He cut across, scrunching his face up, hoping that she won’t freak out

‘What.. did you just say?’ She replied, astounded, making sure she had heard correctly

‘I kissed you… Because you’re beautiful..’ He rubbed at the back of his neck, ‘And… I really like you…’

Silence hung high in the air and even Frankie’s sobbing had stopped. There came a quiet clicking noise from the door as Frankie unlocked it. Very slowly, she opened the door, revealing her puffy red eyes and sad expression. She stared at him.

‘You…’ Just as Frankie began talking her phone rang, ‘I.. Sorry..’

She pulled the pink phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. Carrie. Flipping the phone open, she pressed it to her ear.

‘Hey Carrie… Listen can you call me ba… What!?’ Frankie said into the phone. ‘Okay… I’ll be right there…’

Frankie shoved the phone back into her pocket, she was shaking a little.

‘Are you okay?’ Patrick asked, very concerned

Frankie shook her head.

‘I… Have to go…’ Frankie cried, ‘But… I’ll talk to you later, kay?’

‘Why? What’s wrong Frank?’ He reached out for her arm but she shook his hand off

‘I… I have to go... I’m sorry Patrick…’ She whimpered

‘I’ll come with you’ Patrick said, trying to be comforting

‘No… I’ve… Just… I’ve got to go’ She spoke quietly

Pushing passed him, Frankie ran down the corridor, tears streaming down her face. Patrick half considered chasing her but then decided on the saner option. She had to leave now. She had to get to Carrie. She had to get to the hospital. Hailing down a cab outside the studio, she fell breathlessly into the backseat and practically screamed the directions to the driver. She shivered and curled herself into a ball. Her whole life was suddenly crashing down around her. Silently, she cried while Patrick stood dumbfounded back at the studio.