Fall out boy had just completed a concert, Pete had put his almost smashed guitar away and Patrick was putting his voice away for safe keeping. Afterwards, per usual, they all got bombarded by all the girls and guys, signing autographs and kissing babies. Finally after the crowd had gone they all left to go to their apartment. They all walked up the stairs slowly, tired from rocking out. As they got there, Andy slipped the keys out of his denim pocket and unlocked the apartment.
Pete slipped away to his room quickly, he looked upset and nervous. Patrick saw the look in his face so followed him quietly.
"Ouch."
Mumbled Pete, his eyes starting to tear up. The knife was cutting up and down Petes left arm as he was mumbling words that Patrick couldn't understand.
"Pete, w-what are you doing?"
"N-n-nothing!" Pete stumbled hesitantly, hiding the knife from Patrick behind his back, with the arm that was
bleeding.
"Pete, you shouldn't be doing that. W-why, y-you could have told m-"
"No! I didn't want t-to." Pete said, interrupting Patrick.
"Yes, you could of!" Patrick convinced , walking closer to Pete.
Patrick to hold of Petes arm, the bleeding one, and stroked it. Taking the knife, Patrick comforted Pete and stood next to him for a while...
To be continued
