Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 30 - Willow's POV

It's been about two months.

Me and Patrick are super excited because our wedding is in four months.

We choose the colors of black and red. Mainly because of my dress but, he doesn't know that.

We are getting married in a vineyard. It's going to be amazing.

The reception is going to be somewhere else in the vineyard.

Brendon said that as a gift Panic! At The Disco would play at our wedding.

Me and Patrick decided to get gifts for each other for the big day.

I'm getting him this guitar he always looked at when we would walk home from the news station.

We legit stopped walking once just so he could look at it. He loves it.

It's black with metal strings. It has two strips that look like opal. It's very nice and costs a lot.

Oh, speaking of money. I took the album cover job.

I made the cover to Panic! At The Disco's upcoming album Vices & Virtues.

I also am making the cover for Danger Days an upcoming album by My Chemical Romance.

This job pays nicely.

Like very nicely.

I had debt, now I don't.

In fact the government owes me a dollar.

Right now, I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and Patrick is on the phone in the bedroom.

"WHAT?!" Patrick shouted.

I raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off.

*Smash* "Dammit!" Patrick said.

I got up and walked into the room.

He was listening to the person on the other end.

He looked up at me and smiled.

I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the broken frame.

It had a picture of the band in it.

He pointed to the shelf and then the floor and then put his hand in his hair.

"Ron, I have to call you back. Make it happen though."

He ended call and sighed, "You could hear my rage."

I nodded and picked up the frame, "Why did it break?"

"I leaned on the shelf and accidentally knocked it down with my hand, sorry." He said while picking up the glass.

"It's fine." I put the picture on the shelf and threw away the frame, "We have more frames."

He giggled and rapped his arms around my waist.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed.

I played with his hair, "You need a haircut again."

He nodded, "Yeah it's getting long."

I smiled, "I can cut your hair. Do you want a trim or really short."

He shrugged, "How short is really short?"

I shrugged, "About three inches of length cut off.

He nodded, "Yeah, do really short."

I nodded and he went into the bathroom.

I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and brought it into the bathroom.

I set up the bathroom and trimmed some of his hair.

I turned on the bath tub and washed his hair.

I started massaging his scalp and he smiled. I giggled, "You always love when I do that."

He nodded and I rinsed out the soaps.

When I was done, I let the conditioner sit in his hair.

"I'm going to let the conditioner sit in your hair for an hour.

He nodded, "Okay."

I put the towel on his shirt under his hair and we walked into the living room.

I turned on the TV and set a timer for one hour.

As we watched TV the phone rang.

I got up and answered it, "Yello?"

"Hi, is this Willow Blues?"

"Yep, how may I help you."

"The vineyard has been wrecked from a storm so we have to cancel your wedding reservation."

"What?! When can we reschedule?"

"The earliest we can do is a year."

"Okay, I'll talk to my fiancé. Bye."

I hung up and sighed, "Patrick, the vineyard canceled on us because a storm ruined it."

He sat up, "What?! Oh my god."

I sat beside him, "I know right."

Where else could we get married? We don't want something too fancy and we don't want anything too simple.

The vineyard was perfect.

This suc- wait.

"Patrick, we should get married in Suicide Field."

He raised an eyebrow, "What?"

I nodded, "Yeah, we met there. We saved each other there. It would mean more than the vineyard ever would."

He held my hand, "Your right, the grass is dead though."

I shrugged, "So, we will have shoes on and the reception will be somewhere else."

He nodded, "Yeah, let's get married in Suicide Field. We won't have to pay for it because it's public space, so that's a bonus."

I smiled and I kissed him, very passionately.

"Good thing we didn't send out the invites."

He giggled and kissed my head.

The timer went off and I smiled, "Time to wash out the conditioner."

I turned off the timer and washed it out.

I cut his hair hand then blow dried it.

He started petting his hair.

"Wow, it's soft. I like the cut."

I smiled, "You're welcome."

He hugged me, "I want you to do my hair on the wedding day."

I shrugged, "Okay, I probably will have to do it a while before the wedding because I have to do stuff during the wedding as well."

He nodded and kissed my head, "I love you Willow."

"I love you too Patrick."