Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 13 - Willow's POV

It's been about a week. My stomach is fine now and me and Patrick are becoming closer.

My job at the news station is going fine and Fall Out Boy just published there album Infinity On High.

It's also the beginning of summer. So it's now warmer, but it's not gross.

Patrick is at the studio and I am at home. I'm getting some work done.

I am looking at jobs as a reporter or a journalist of some sort.

I don't know, all I know is that I want to move on into a carrier.

I heard the door open and I smiled, "Hey 'Trick."

He came in and threw his keys on the table and snuggled up next to me and sighed, "I am sad."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

He shrugged, "I don't know."

He moved his head on to my boob, he isn't sad, just horny.

I nodded, "I'll be right back, stand up."

He nodded and I went to the end of the hallway

I smirked and started running and jump hugged Patrick.

He caught me luckily and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I kissed him and I between kisses I said, "Do you feel better?"

I felt his smile which made me smile. He walked into our bedroom and put me on the bed.

I took off my shirt and he took off his.

He undid my bra and I undid his pants.

He kicked off his pants and I took off mine.

He grabbed a condom and slipped it on. Then we began.

He moved sloppily and deeper with each thrust.

He threw back his head and so did I. I moaned a little each time he thrusted.

When he finished, he took off the condom and I smirked.

I went towards his member and put it in my mouth.

He moaned and I twirled it around.

He grabbed my hair and he came, I drank every last drop.

When I came back up. I wiped he corner of my mouth and he licked his fingers.

Oh my, they each slid in one finger at a time. Digging around, going in deeper. I moaned and kissed him.

He got to my g-spot and I moaned, "Patrick..."

Then I came all over his hand. I took small breaths and he smiled and licked his fingers.

He licked them clean and smiled, "Babe, you taste sweet."

He giggled and kissed my neck.

I smiled and sat up, it's was only four pm.

I put on my bra and shirt, "Come on, let's do something."

He sat up, "Pete invited us to a party. Want to go?"

I shrugged, "Sure."

I got up and put on undies and pants. He put on his clothes and grabbed his keys.

He also grabbed a trucker hat. He looked cute in them.

He grabbed the keys and we got in the car. We walk to things that are close, Pete is not close.

We drove to Pete's and it looked insane outside. Drunk people on the lawn, a miniature fire.

We walked inside and it was filled with hot girls and hot guys.

Pete came out of the crowd and smiled, "Hey guys."
We waved and then he walked off with some girl.

We walked into the crowd and were shortly separated.

I moved myself past the crowd and to the drinks and food.

I grabbed a cup of beer and walked around looking for Patrick.

He was getting shots at the other end of the table.

He took one, two, three, four, and five. Holy smokes, he must be tipsy.

He waved at me and I walked over, "Make sure you don't die." He laughed, "I won't."

Then Pete grabbed his arm and he walked off.

Ugh, this party was a bad idea.

I walked around and saw stairs.

I shrugged and sat on the end next to a couple making out.

As I finished up my drink, I looked up and saw Patrick talking to some chick.

She grabbed his chest, oh no, then they kissed.

He didn't push her away. He kept kissing her.

I felt tears build up in my eyes. I walked over to him and anger filled me, "YOU COCKY COCK!"

He looked up at me and I stormed out of the house.

Only there for 30 minutes and shit happens.

I got out and realized I didn't have a ride.

I took out my phone and began to dial my friend Jenna.

"Babe it didn't mean anything, Pete-" I cut him off.

I turned around and cried even more, "You didn't push her off so clearly it meant something!"

He kept trying to talk to me but I didn't listen, I just called Jenna.

"Hello?"

I sniffled, "Can you pick me up? I need a ride home."

"Sure, where are you?"

I told her the address and hung up.

He kept saying sorry and I burst, "ITS OVER PATRICK! You cheated, you know I have problems with guys. I will leave the house on Monday."

It was Friday now.

He started to cry, "Willow please. I love you, it wasn't what it looked like. Don't leave me, it start-"

I sighed and took a shaky breath, "I don't know if I can stay Patrick." I said shakily.

He got a hurt look on his face and I turned around to Jenna's car.

I got in and she drove off. I started crying. How could he do that?