Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Willow's POV

When we walked to Patrick's house it was pretty silent. I was letting a man I barely know take me to his house. I probably should run, but he helped me.

When we got to his house, it was quiet and dark. He turned on the lights and sighed, "It's not much, but it's my home."

I looked around, he didn't have any Fall Out Boy stuff on the walls.

It was just a normal house, I smiled, "I like it."

He showed me around. I liked how his house was simple.

He didn't have a guest bed. He sighed, "Yeah, I don't have a guest bed. I have been meaning to get one. So you can sleep in my bed with me or you can sleep on the couch."

I shrugged, "I'll just sleep in your bed with you."

He nodded and yawned, "Well I'm going to go to bed."

I nodded and he walked into his bathroom. I stripped down to just be in a shirt and under pants. He came out in pajamas and crawled into his bed.

I stretched and laid next to him.

We sort of spooned except we weren't touching each other.

When ever I tried to sleep, I kept thinking of him. His perfect eyes, smile, laugh, everything.

God, I like him. That can change though, I just need to calm down.

I heard the air conditioning turn on and the room became cold, I started to shiver.

He pulled me close to him, his body was warm. He probably was able to tell that I was cold.

Fuck, how is he so comfortable with this. Isn't this awkward? Doesn't he know this is awkward for me?

But some how, this isn't awkward for me. This feels, nice.

My eyes started to get droopy. Maybe it's time to give up and sleep.

Then I slowly drifted off.

*** Time Skip ***

I woke up alone, I looked around and no Patrick. I got up and looked around the room.

I got dressed back into my clothes and went into the kitchen. I smelled coffee and fresh air all at once.

Patrick looked up from his iPad and smiled a little, "Morning." I looked at the clock. Jesus it's ten am.

I smiled back a little, "Morning." He made me a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

I took a sip, it was really good. I smiled, "This is really good, and thanks." He chuckled a little, "Your welcome."

I walked over to the couch and grabbed my phone and sat back at the table. Oh, I'm only at 75% that's not bad.

John called, a lot. I sighed, "I'll be right back."

Patrick nodded and I dialed John's number and went into Patrick's bedroom.

"Oh pumpkin spice thank god you called, please don't leave me."

"John, it's over. I am done with you torturing me."

"I don't torture you, get your little ass back home."

"No John, I have had it."

I ended the call and groaned.

I walked back into the kitchen and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Everything ok?" Patrick asked.

I shook my head, "No, I have no where to live."

He looked down into his coffee cup, "Maybe, if you wanted to, you could live with me. I know it sounds weird because we just met but, I wouldn't mind."

I smiled, "That would be nice, thank you." He smiled, "You are welcome."

I finished my coffee and put my cup in the sink.

I looked around Patrick's apartment. It was very bland, "Patrick, would you care if I put up some posters and stuff, your walls are very bland."

He shook his head, "Not at all, I can't decorate. I have taste, I'm just too lazy to enforce it."

We chuckled a little and he turned off his iPad, "So when do you want to get your stuff?"

I looked at the clock. John goes to work in five minutes because it's 10:25. I shrugged, "About eleven."

Patrick nodded and went into his room, he came back dressed and sighed, "Will John be there?" I shook my head, "No, he will be at work."

Patrick nodded, "Should we go now?" I nodded and he grabbed his keys.

We went out to his car and drove to my old place after I told him the address.

When we got there, I saw Johns car in the drive. Shit he stayed home.

I sighed, "Fuck he stayed home, please help me."

Patrick nodded and we walked to the front door. I unlocked the door and John was sitting in his rocking chair.

He looked up at me, "I'm so glad you did the right thing." Then he saw Patrick and the rage filled his face, "I'm getting my stuff and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

I walked towards the stairs and he got up and grabbed my arm.

Patrick walked over, "Whoa, calm down and let her go it's over."

He let go of me and looked at Patrick. He grunted and sat on the chair.

I packed all my clothes, my furniture didn't matter. Except for my mattress in my spare room.

When I got all my clothes packed. I unscrewed the bed and got it all taken apart.

I gave Patrick my bags to put in my car and put the bed it one by one. Patrick had twine surprisingly, so when I brought down the mattress, we tied it on and then left.

"Thanks for helping me with that." I said sheepishly

He smiled, "You're welcome." I smiled back, his smiles are contagious.

When we got to his house, Patrick helped me set up the bed and everything.

I purposely sprayed Lysol on it when it was made.

I walked into the kitchen, "Thanks for everything, Patrick. It really means a lot to me."

He smiled, "You're welcome." Oh my fuck, he is so polite kill me now.

Maybe living with Patrick wont be awkward.