Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Willow's POV

It's been a month. Everyone knows about me and Patrick.

I got my job back at the news station and am getting paid twice as mush.

Patrick is always the light of my day, he makes me so happy. He is cute, nice, and is just amazing in general.

Right now, I am at work, I have to walk home and it's snowing.

Oh well, I can live.

I finished up the last of the make up and then packed up my stuff.

I grabbed my purse and put on my coat.

I walked out and saw Patrick, he was leaning against the wall and he was on his phone.

He looked up and smiled, "Hi, I came here to walk home with you."

I laughed and hugged him, "It's fucking freezing."

He nodded, "I know, but I love you."

I giggled and kissed him and started walking home.

When we were about half way home, Patrick seemed to be in pain.

I raised an eyebrow, "You ok?"

He nodded, "Yeah, my back just hurts."

I rubbed his back, "Do you want me to walk on it when we get home?"

He shrugged, "Sure."

I nodded and we got home.

He turned on the fire and I made coffee.

He took off his shirt and laid on the floor.

He sighed, "I don't see what this will do for me."

I put one foot on him, "Shut up and relax." I got on all the way and walked a little.

I needed my feet where he felt tense and he would sigh, from pain and relief.

I stepped closer to his lower back and I felt and heard his back pop.

He groaned, "That. Felt. Amazing."

I stepped down and laid beside him, "I bet."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I smiled and played with his hair. Oh he has split ends, I kissed him and smiled, "I know you hate girl stuff, but can I please deep condition your hair?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Will you cut it as well." I used to cut my own hair, I told him about it.

I nodded, "Yep, but first."

I leaned in close to his face and he lightly pecked my lips and cheeks.

I smiled and got up. I helped him up and he stretched his back as we walked into the kitchen.

I make a make shift hair salon and set him up by the sink.

I watered down his hair and massaged his hair with the shampoo.

He closed his eyes and smiled. I giggled and then washed his hair out.

I did the same with the conditioner except I didn't wash it out.

I wrapped the towel around his shoulders and smiled, "Ok, I'm going to let the conditioner sit in your hair."

He nodded and we playing cards until for an hour. I won, many times.

I washed it out and then cut it. He didn't want me to blow dry it so it just air dried. When it was done he looked at it and smiled, "Wow, my hair hasn't looked this good in a while."

I giggled and he kissed my cheek. He put on a shirt and flopped onto the bed.

I laid on top of him and he texted someone and put the phone directly in my face.

I licked his fingers that were holding his phone. He let go of his phone and wiped his fingers on my shirt, "What the fuck Willow?!" I giggled and smiled, "That's what you get for ignoring me."

He giggled and kissed my cheek. "Let's go to Suicide Field."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why?" He shrugged, "Why not."

I got up and got my jacket. Patrick put on a sweat shirt, grabbed a blanket, and then we started walking to suicide field.

When we got there, he laid out the blanket and we just relaxed there.

The stars started to come out and it got colder.

I snuggled up next to Patrick. I started to shiver, why is it so cold.

He looked at me, "Do you want my sweat shirt? Also, you are wearing my jacket."

I nodded and we traded jackets. The sweat shirt was warm. He was right, that was his jacket, I don't own anything from Clandestine Industries.

I hugged him and we just looked at the stars.

After about two hours, we decided it was time to go but I'm so fucking tired.

I stood up and groaned, "I'm too tired to walk, can you carry me please?"

He nodded and turned around. I hopped on his back and he piggy backed me all the way home.

Half way back, I smiled, "Thanks, for this night, everything, life. I love you."

He smiled, "You're welcome, but I'm the one who should be thanking you. You saved me from me. I owe you for that, and I love you too."

I smiled and hugged him.

When we got home, he laid me on the couch and turned on the TV.

He snuggled up behind me and laid his arm over me, "I love you."

I smiled, "I love you too."

He kissed my cheek and we ended up falling asleep.