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

Chapter Three: If It's Too Good To Be True, Guess What, It Probably Is

||Cole Wentz|| First Person||

My hand jerks forward, knocking Patrick's pale hand away from the radio button. I jab the volume button up, the reporter's voice reaching an all time high as the speakers do their best to pump out her words. I wait for her to say more about the Metropolitan Correctional Centre Escape, not taking my finger off of the volume button. But she doesn't go on, rather changing the topic to something about the weather.

"It's October, we know it's cold. Shut up and tell me more," I don't realize that these words escape my lips until my own ears catch them floating in the tense air of the car.

"Hey, don't sweat it." Patrick says calmly, fidgeting with the volume button as he puts the volume down. "He doesn't know where we live, and you can't expect him to go to the place the police will expect him to."

"What do you mean?" I ask Patrick, keeping my voice steady.

"Derek was put in jail for attacking you, correct?" Patrick begins, looking at me pointedly. He almost winces at how blatantly he put it, but continues anyways. "So he escapes, first place he'd go? Either family or you, and the police knows that- the FBI knows that. So naturally, Derek will know that. So really, why would he risk his first taste at freedom in nearly four years just like that?" Patrick tells me. "You're safe."

"Yeah," I exhale slowly, my bangs flying up and flopping back down over my forehead. When I don't look back up, Patrick is hooking his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up before he's pressing his mouth to mine in a kiss.

"Better?" Patrick asks me when he pulls back, his cheeks a flushed ruby red.

"Better." I assure him, reaching out and switching the radio station to some FM station we aren't really paying attention to.

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"It's been nearly two years since Maya was born and we still suck at shopping." Patrick tells me after I reach up on my tip toes to pull a box of Lucky Charms down from the shelf. "Come on, Lucky Charms is crap."

"Is not!" I scold Patrick.

"Be honest- you don't even know what the cereal tastes like." Patrick smirks at me, taking the box out of the cart. "You and I both know you just eat the marshmallows."

"Psh," I make a face, instead pulling a box of Corn Pops down and into our cart. Patrick agrees with that decision, wrapping his hands around the handle to our shopping cart, pushing the cart forward. "Did we get everything?"

"Did Pete get into the junk food pantry?" Patrick asks me, and when I nod, he laughs. "Guess we're heading to the junk aisles." I follow him down the store aisles, watching him maneuver around the angry soccer moms and snooty old dudes as politely as possible. My mind wanders off to the topic of the Metropolitan Correctional Centre Escape. What are the odds that a breakout happens in the same facility Derek was in? It's unreal, completely ridiculous, and I'm glad that the police are trying to be minimal about what the media tells us, otherwise the whole city would be in chaos when they realize that some Prison Break shit is happening- rather than Fox River 8, it's the Metropolitan Correctional 8. And the thing is, Patrick is a hundred percent corre

Patrick and I spent the first half hour in the store in the electronics section, Patrick looking for a new laptop because his Macbook is crapping out on him while I went back and forth between looking for new camera lenses(Maya dropped the camera Patrick bought me and shattered the lens) and playing the video game demos set up. After Patrick decided on a laptop and I on my new lenses, we headed over to the toys aisle to find Bronx and Maya some new toys. Bronx finds Maya adorable and makes it his personal mission to watch over her, which I think is extremely cute. Then, we finally got around to grabbing some pantry necessities(come on, we are not buying produce from Walmart). By the time we left the hellhole, it was almost lunch time, and Patrick and I rushed to buy some takeout for the guys. After we completed our mission of getting food for the others, myself and 'Trick purcMountain Dew(old habits never die) and, wait for it, McDonalds, we finally headed over to the studio.