(A/N: Welcome to the thing I wrote! I've never written a fanfiction before so it might be bad, please review or comment or whatever the fuck you do on here, it means a lot :). Also the sidebar picture thing on here isn't my art but it's so cute I couldn't resist putting it on here.)
PATRICK'S P.O.V
I walked past a poster, probably the fifth one I'd seen that day, it was torn around the edges slightly and the top corner obviously hadn't been stuck on properly, causing the paper to flop over the side. It shouldn't have annoyed me but it did. I walked up to the cold, white wall that created the kind of prison feel to the school, (or that could be the teachers that seemed to think we needed watching and punishments all the time, or the kids that beat you up and picked on you for simply being different. I don't know.) grabbed the loosely hanging corner and stuck it back up onto the chipping, white paint. As soon as I was about to leave I spotted a few words written across the top of the poster, 'LEAD SINGER NEEDED FOR A NEW BAND, FALL OUT BOY.' 'Fall Out Boy,' I thought, 'has a nice ring to it.' I decided to continue reading, just for the name. 'IF YOU WISH TO SING FOR OUR BAND, PLEASE COME TO THE YELLOW GARAGE LOCATED ON THE 9TH OF OYSTER STREET.' (A/N: I know it's a stupid name for a street, I just can't think of any others, okay?) I chuckled to myself. 'Yellow garage? Oyster Street? Who owns a yellow garage?' Nevertheless, I decided I'd take the poster and put it in my bag, just in case I needed it, or something.
I continued walking and my thoughts were all over the place. 'Singing? That isn't really my thing.... but I do do it all the time. I know but I can't really sing can I? Maybe, people have told me I have a great singing voice, but isn't that just one of the unwritten rules in life? Tell people they're good at something even if you don't mean it?' I was having conversations with myself in my head again, it happened a lot. I have no idea why, really. Maybe just a lack of friends and people to talk to.
I was just walking without actually paying attention to my surroundings when something, or rather someone pulled me out of my thoughts. Walking right in the direction opposite to the one I was heading was a boy I had never seen before. He had black hair, with a fringe covering a half of his face. His brown eyes were framed with eyeliner and he just looked so beautiful, so mysterious. I must have spaced out for a while after that because next thing I knew my body had collided with another and I was on the floor, my books and paper covering the space around me.
"Oh my God!" I heard an unfamiliar voice exclaim. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I looked up to face the person I had knocked into. It was the boy from before, he looked really worried but I just felt bad. 'Oh God, you idiot,' I thought to myself, 'Now you've completely fucked up, walking into him. I bet he's embarrassed just to be near you.'
"No, it's fine. I'm fine." I tried my best not to trip up over my own words. "Thank you." I added quickly, starting to get up to grab the contents of my bag which were now being used as a carpet for everyone walking by. But, of course, as soon as I stood up my legs decided to play a practical joke on me and flop back down to the floor, causing me to fall back. I swear, sometimes I think my body has a mind of it's own.
"Sure, you're perfectly fine." I heard the boy say sarcastically, chuckling at his own joke. "Don't worry, it's all good." He added, extending his hand to help me up. I took it and as soon as I did I swear I saw a little pink appear on his cheeks before looking down at his feet.
"I'm Patrick." I said, 'remember, always introduce yourself to someone if they don't do it first.' my mother's voice echoed inside my ears. "Pete." The boy answered, pulling me up. "Now, let's get your stuff off the floor," He said, kneeling down to pick up my things. But I just stared at him a while, thinking about his name. 'Pete,' I thought, 'I like it.'
(A/N: Okay, thank you for reading that, it's just the first chapter and I don't really know when I'll update it. Maybe two or three days or something, I don't know. Anyway, there might be some Joe/Andy stuff as well but I forgot their ship name :/)
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