Jet Pack Blues Pt. 1

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Patrick's at the studio today and I don't' know what to do. Actually, there's nothing to do. Patrick's been at the studio a lot lately, leaving me to be bored. awaiting for him to come back. I don't blame him for being at the studio so much though. He and his band have a lot to do to get their new album started.

I sat on our small couch, watching what ever was on already.This is all I could think of doing. But there was a twist. I'm sitting in possibly the weirdest position yet. My feet are flat on the ground, with my back hung over the arm rest, arms stretched above my head, with my head, obviously, facing towards the TV. This is how I stayed fro hours on end, not even bothering to move.

Keys started jingling behind the front door. A smile crept across my face, and my eyes closed. Patrick's home. The front door opened then closed. I hear Patrick sighing as he put down his backpack. Footsteps were coming towards the room I was in. All of a sudden the footsteps stopped, and a chuckle sounded over the TV. I slowly peaked my head out from the back of the couch, and gave Patrick a playful glare.

"Are you laughing at me, Stump? 'Cause if you are, that's not very nice." Patrick grinned and shook his head at what I said.

He walked over to where I was and picked my legs up. I looked at him with confusion as he looked back at me with a smirk on his face. He put a foot behind him and pulled my legs, making me hit the floor with a loud thud. I winced slightly at the pain of basically being dropped by him. Patrick bent down in front of me, staring deep into my eyes.

"I'm gonna head into the shower, Mi Amore. Do you need anything before I do?" He asked, grabbing my hands and fiddling with them.

I shook my head at him while he grinned. He pecked me on the forehead before heading off to shower. I got up and went back to laying on the couch, watching TV.

While Patrick was still in the shower, his phone went off in the kitchen. My mind wandered, trying to think of who would text him after studio time. I got up and made my way to his phone.

I know what you're thinking. 'I don't trust him' and 'You're a terrible girlfriend', but really, I trust him with my life. He lets me check his phone if he's no where near it, in case something comes up with the band, band members, or family members. And quite frankly, it has happened before.

Once when Patrick went out for a walk to clear his head after the hiatus was announced, his sister texted him, telling him to come to her house immediately. But, at the time I didn't be that girlfriend. I knew Patrick left his phone for a reason and didn't question it. When he came home around an hour later, he scrambled to his sisters house, but not before telling me to check his phone whenever it goes off next time.

After walking into the kitchen to retrieve his phone, I opened it. My heart stopped as I read it. I couldn't breath, and if I was it was just barely. The walls I've built over the years with Patrick crumbled as I re read the message from the non-contacted number.

'Hey Patrick (; It's Alex, from Tuesday. I wanted to say thank you for that AMAZING experience. Text me back when you wanna get together again, K? (;'

Tuesday ... Patrick went out for drinks and stuff with the guys... right? Patrick wouldn't do this. Not to me, not to anyone.

I dropped the phone on the counter and collapsed on to the floor. My eyes stared blankly in front of me. Tears were forming in the back of my eyes.

Why me? Did I do something wrong? Of course I did... I always do. I knew I'd do something to screw this up. I'm not right to be with him. I never was.

I shakily extended my hand upward for the edge of the counter to pull myself up. I can't stay here if I'm not wanted. Grabbing my jacket and my phone, I ran out of the house, not looking back.

I couldn't look back. He means nothing to me now.

A/N: Ah yes. A cliff hanger, the readers best friend. You're all welcome. Now you have to wait until I post the next part c:

With all the parts I wrote for this one, this is the longest thing I wrote yet. I really can't wait until you guys read it all!

Anyways, thanks for reading! Stay tuned~

-Dawn (:

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