Take This To Your Grave

Saturday

Fall Out boy has gotten big. They're going on their first tour this summer and im gonna be home alone, for a month. Its bittersweet. Im kind of concerned about girls hitting on Patrick. I love him, but we just can't seem to get together completely. His tour starts in a week and he is constantly in the studio, or doing gigs around town.
"Patrick?" I asked closing my notebook and looking around me. Someone was in the house. "Hello?" I asked. I grabbed my phone and locked my door. I dialed Patrick's number.
"Hello?" He said into the phone.
"Patrick a-are you home?" I asked
"No, me and the guys are in the studio." He said.
"Patrick there's someone in the house." I whispered. He cleared his throat.
"I want you to call the cops and stay in your room with the door locked. All the guys are with me and there is no family around that would just walk in without telling us." He said. I nodded.
"O-okay, Pat...I'm scared." I said tears coming to my eyes.
"Im on my way there, I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I told him hanging up the phone. I dialed 911 and looked out the window. There wasn't a car in the driveway.
"911 what's the emergency?" A woman asked through the phone.
"There's someone in my house." I said.
"Your address please?" The woman asked.
"2345 caston lane, Chicago, Illinois." I said. "Make sure they turn off their sirens I don't want whoever it is to run off." I said.
"Will do ma'me, there's a ditchbatch on their way." She said. I took a deep breath and waited. I jumped when my doorknob started to wobble. Someone was trying to get in. I threw my hands over my mouth and opened my window. I crawled out of it and stood on the ledge. My room was on the second floor so it wasn't far for me to jump if needed. I waited until someone opened my door. Wearing a mask, all black and gloves. They tore open drawers and they lifted my mattress, they were looking for something. They found my purse and shoved it in their duffle bag and then put my laptop in there. I saw Patrick pull into the driveway. He was looking at me, his eyes widened. He mouthed a, is he in there and I nodded. He ran his hands through his hair. The cops pulled in and ambushed the house. I opened my window and watched the cops arrest him. Once the cops had him they told us he was just someone robbing a house, he didn't carry a weapon or anything. I signed the papers and we got all our stuff back. I sat on my bed and waited on Patrick to clean up his room. There was a faint knock on the door.
"Hey." He said. I smiled up at him and he sat beside me. "Im sorry I wasn't here to protect you." He said I laughed.
"Its okay..." I trailed off.
"I love you." He said.
"I don't love you." I said a blank expression on my face.
"What?" He asked.
"Patrick, I more than love you. You're the reason I wake up, breathe, smile. Patrick, you're my everything and I want to be with you!" I all but yelled at him. He had tears in his eyes.
"Peyton...I-will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.
"No." I joked. He frowned and then pouted. He pulled my face towards his and smashed our lips together. This was probably the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
"I.love.you." Patrick said in between butterfly kisses. I blushed and hugged him wrapping my legs around his waist.
"I fucking love you Patrick Stump." I said hugging him even tighter.
"I fucking love you Peyton Black." He said. I smiled and decided to change. Patrick was gonna stay tonight instead of going back to the studio. He crawled into bed with me and snuggle up with me.
"Im gonna miss you when you go on tour." I said. He kissed my neck.
"Im gonna miss you too, we'll talk everyday and facetime after every show." He told me I smiled and we fell off to sleep.

*morning.
"Patrick, babe...wake up."I said whispering into his ear. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Good morning." He said kissing my cheek. I crawled over him.
"Pete said you need to be at the studio by 2." I told him getting my clothes ready for my shower.
"Alright, he said getting up and getting in his shower. He was singing and my heart fluttered. Patrick was gonna and I decided to pack some of his things. I washed all of his clothes and packed outfits. I always pack for Pat when he goes plases.
"I love Patrick Stump." I said. I remembered 2 years ago when I said that in the mirror at my house back home and smiled at how im now his girlfriend and I live with him. It was about 9pm and I heard all the guys walk in. I had ordered pizza as Patrick asked me to earlier. The guys all ate, and Andy ate salad I had made. My phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I asked in the phone.
"Hi, Ms.Black?" The person on the phone asked.
"This is her." I said.
"Hi, this is Stephan from Euphoria magazine in LA, your college has contacted us for you an internship at our office." He said.
"Wow, really?" I asked. Patrick was looking at me weird. I held up a finger and smiled.
"So, we would actually pay full for your flight, home, and a card for necessities while your getting started." He said.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Its hard finding someone like you. You write in such amazing and you just draw so much attention to your story. We read your story about cheese and my men wanted to read more when it was over." He said laughing.
"Is there a way I could contact you tomorrow about this, its a lot to think about." I told him.
"Yes, absolutely." He gave me his number and I hung up and jumped into Patrick's arms.
"Patrick, I have a internship at Euphoria Magazine!!" I yelled kissing him.
"Wow that's amazing!" He said letting me down and pulling me into a hug. I looked at him and then got extremely upset.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Its in LA." I told him. His face immediately fell.