Light My Way Back Home •Patrick Stump+Fall Out Boy•

Chapter Two: I Know I'm The One You Want To Forget

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|| Cole Wentz|| First Person||

I sigh tiredly as the tires of Patrick's car run over the gravel in the parking lot of the Psychologist's office. He's squinting his eyes through his black framed glasses because every single car decided to put their full headlights on and blind the shit out of everyone. He pulls the steering wheel and carefully parks the car, pulling the gear shift to Park.

It's not like I hate work; I really don't. I enjoy being able to be productive and get my mind off of everything. I also really like having my own money and not relying on Patrick to buy me everything. But today is not my day, and I just don't find the idea of watching teenagers being dragged in by their parents and veterans walking in with angsty looks on their faces appealing. I mean, it never was appealing, but it's something. I still feel like I'm helping people get a step closer to finding themselves after something traumatic.

"What did I tell you?" Patrick looks at me almost in a motherly way, his hands on his hips because he's the sass queen next to Gerard Way, assuming the job of Mother Hurley for when Andy is too busy making sure my brother doesn't get himself killed doing stupid shit. "If you need a day to rest, then we can take one."

"But Maya..." I exhale slowly.

"Is going over to your Mom's house. She won't mind- in fact, she'll be happy you're taking a break." Patrick smiles softly at me, a bit of teeth showing while he reaches up to adjust the fedora he has yet to abandon.

"Waan, doo, thwee, siiix, nan..." Maya is busy trying to count in the backseat, something useful that Barney and Friends(or squad) actually taught her. She still stops after three and jumps to six, and then nine, but it's good enough. Other than her terrible counting skills, she's a fairly smart girl. I think she got her bad math from me, but other than that, she has a slightly broad vocabulary for a one year old. One time Patrick told her to get Daddy the ball across the room. She got right up and sprinted across the room, grabbing the toy and bringing it back to him, saying "Baba, ball." I twist around in my seat right now and look at Maya, grinning when she looks up at me. "Mama, mama, mama." She tells me.

"Hey, Maya," I say in a slightly higher octave, reaching out to tug her hat down a bit more. A tuft of blonde hair peaks out as she lifts a hand to her mouth and pulls it back, making a kissy noise. I bring my hand to my mouth and pull it back with a big kiss. "Mmmm-a!" Maya giggles loudly, her bottom baby teeth showing with her giant grin. When I turn back to Patrick, who sits there with a grin, I sigh.

"Let's do something fun today." I agree with him, and Patrick's eyes light up almost immediately. He wastes no time putting the car in reverse while I begin to call in sick to work today. There's at least another secretary always there, so they won't mind. I hope.

First stop was my mother's house. When we're in her driveway, Patrick and I get Maya unlocked from her carseat and bring her out of the car. Patrick insists on carrying her, mainly to impress my mom. I laugh and follow after him, knocking on the door for him because his hands are obviously full. Maya rests her head on Patrick, and my heart swells in my chest just thinking that this is our daughter. This is the product of our relationship- and the fact that Patrick and I did it.

The front door opens, revealing my Mom and Dad. When my Mom sees me all dressed up and ready for the day ahead, she smiles and hugs me tightly. Since the whole thing three years ago, my mom has taken to watching me like a hawk and judging everyone I surround myself with. All of my friends were approved, including Brendon somehow, but she absolutely adores Patrick. She believes that he makes me happy, which is one hundred percent true, and that makes her ecstatic.

"How are you doing, Patrick?" I vaguely hear my dad saying, and Patrick's response of, "Very well, Mr Wentz, and you?"

"How are you doing today, sweetheart?" My mom has this soft look in her expression as she pulls back from our warm embrace.

"Tired, but Patrick and I are going to run some errands and then head to his studio, if that's good with you?" I ask her, considering she was the one going to watch Maya.

"Of course that's fine! You guys are always running around," My mom tells me, her dark skinned hand reaching up to brush her thumb across my cheek. I smile at her. "You look so good today,"

"Thanks, Mom." I pull her thin body back into a hug, enjoying the feeling of my Mom caring.

Ten minutes later, Patrick and I are heading back into his car as my Dad carries Maya into the house. My mom waves one more time at us before stepping into the house again and closing the door.

"I have an idea," Patrick says as he unlocks the car doors. I clasp my hand on the handle and pull the door open, sliding into the Passenger's seat. "Let's go to Walmart, and then buy lunch for the others and go off to the studio?"

"Ugh, adult stuff." I tease him.

"Come on, why do you think I said buy lunch? We're going to play video games there, duh." Patrick grins at me, his teeth showing while his eyes crinkle a bit. He is gorgeous. "Unless you want to go to wo-ooooo-rk..."

"That isn't an option anymore." I smile as he reaches for my hand, his other turning the key in the ignition. The engine rumbles to light as the radio station static fills the car. Patrick goes through stations until I hear Metropolitan Correctional Centre. "Stop!" I demand, and he obliges.

"On the note of the recent escape of eight convicts from the Metropolitan Correctional Centre, the convicts have been identified. We ask you all to be careful..." The reporter goes on, and then she's finally reading names. "... And finally, 23 year old Derek Skinner, originally sentenced to six years for sexual assault and harassment."

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no note bc I'm tired af

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