FOB ONE-SHOTS

Pete: Baby, come home

You sit outside in the rain as you wait for the bus. Your in your black coat, since it's cold and it's raining, waiting for the bus to come.

Your on your way home from the hospital. Fall Out Boy's tour bus crashed into another car, an escalade to be exact, near a curb, so the bus flung off the side and crashed.

All of the boys were hurt, but Pete was the most, for he was the one driving.

Patrick, Andy, and Joe were guaranteed to come out ok, but Pete is a different story. Right now the doctors said it's hard to tell what conditions he's in, but they would be able to tell soon enough.

The bus finally arrives and you step on. Hanging onto a rail, you continue but thinking about Pete.

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A call wakes you up from your slumber. It was hard to sleep, since you were tossing and turning and worrying about Pete, but had finally got some shut eye.

You answer the call and drop your phone after hearing what was said to you.

Unfortunately, Pete died from his injuries earlier this morning. We are sorry for your loss.

Your face goes pail as you rush out of the house. Even though your in your pajamas, you don't don't care though. All you grabbed was your long black coat to keep you warm, or warmer at least.

You catch the bus as it's about to leave and hop in.

The ride is only approximately ten minutes, but it felt like an absolute life time. Your mind races with thoughts on how the boys must be taking this. They have been in the same band for so many years.

You finally reach the hospital and run to Pete's room. You rush in and drop to your knees as you see Pete's life less body there.

Next to you are Patrick, who is in crutches, who your assuming was visiting Pete before you barged in.

He engulfs you into a hug and you cry into his shoulder. Why did this have to happen? You guys were so happy with each other.

Please, may I have time alone with Pete...? You say to Patrick.

Of course, (Y/N) Patrick days as he ushers himself out.

You manage to crawl yourself to Pete's bed side and comb your hands through his hair. The realization is hitting you as you see him not breathing, not being Pete.

Baby, please, come home. Baby come home.

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A/N
I know, a sad imagine :( I'm sorry... Anyway! Sort I haven't been updating! I've been really busy packing for vacation >~<