Fall Out Girl (FOB FanFic ft. All Time Low)

Chapter 6

-PJ's POV-

I was at the studio with Joe and Andy. We were standing outside, waiting for Patrick to arrive.

"So what got you into playing music?" Joe asked me out of the blue, probably just to end the unpleasant silence that resided among the three of us.

"My dad used to play bass in a band, so he taught me how to play at a very young age."

"That's cool," Andy retorted.

"Yeah. But, you know, living the rock star life and all, he wasn't very much of a dad. And one day he kind of just disappeared - claiming he was going to a show with his band - and he showed up dead the next."

The two of them looked at me with wide eyes.

I chuckled nervously, "Yeah...um...I wasn't really ever that close to him, though, so...losing him wasn't really all that hard on me. Except when I think about how the man who made me me isn't here to see me do things like this..." I slipped my hands into the pockets of my ripped skinny jeans and bit my lip, realizing I had just made things more awkward than they already were. "What about you guys?"

Just then, a car sped into the studio's parking lot and parked right in front of us. The driver's side car door flew open and Patrick emerged from the vehicle. "Hey guys," He greeted, slamming his car door shut and making his way over to us, "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was talking with Pete and I lost track of time and-"

"You talked to Pete?" Joe inquired as we walked into the studio as a group, he and Patrick leading the way as Andy and I trailed behind.

"Yeah. I went by this morning to see how he was doing."

"How is he doing?" I interjected. Patrick and Joe looked back at me, as if my question was inappropriate. My cheeks grew red.

"He's doing okay," Patrick answered, though, returning his attention forward as we continued down the hallway. "I mean, he looks terrible. But underneath the baggy sweatpants and bags under his eyes, he's doing okay. He'll get through it. He always does."

The four of us entered one of the many rooms, where we sat down on two couches that were across each other and separated by a coffee table that had been placed in between the two. Andy and Joe sat next to each other and Patrick sat next to me. Patrick pulled out this collection of papers - the corners curled with little rips and tears on the edges - and set it down on the table, flipping it open to a page and folding it over. I leaned in to get a better look at it. Patrick glanced over at me and smirked. I blushed in embarrassment.

"Twin Skeletons," Joe read the title, though it came off more as a question, "What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know," Patrick sighed, "As I was reading it, tweaking it...I think what Pete was trying to get at was that this was a love song...in some sort of way. Like the world doesn't make sense, but I'd rather it not make sense when I am lying next to you. We are, at the end of the day, just chemicals, but maybe mine make more sense with yours than anyone else. Modern anxiety, clinical love."

"Wow. That's deep," I commented.

Patrick laughed and looked over at me, the corner of his lips curled upward, "I'm just thinking like Pete would."

Andy leaned forward and snatched the songbook, taking it into his possession. "Do you have any music written for it?"

"I did start to put some chords together...here, let me play them for you," He replied, standing up and walking over to where their guitars were displayed and picked his off, strapping over his shoulder and plugging it into one of the amps.

*****

It was the end of the day and we were all going home. Andy and Joe had left already. As for Patrick and I, we were still in the parking lot, just talking to each other.

"That song was really good, Patrick," I complimented him, leaning back against my pickup truck door and crossing my arms over my chest, my keys in my one hand.

He glanced over his car at me and smiled, "Thanks. But it's going to be great once you and Joe get your parts down, same with Andy."

I sighed and turned around, unlocking the door and admitting, "I'm actually kind of nervous."

"Why?" He questioned, walking around his car and joining my side.

"Well...a song's going to have me featured in it. Like, a professionally recorded song. And for Fall Out Boy, of all bands. It's nerve wracking!" I chuckled sadly, looking over at him as my heart pounded against my chest just thinking about it.

Patrick placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile, "We wouldn't have asked you to join the band if we didn't think you were good enough."

I heaved a sigh and opened my car door, "Well...I hope I meet your expectations and don't disappoint you."

"I highly doubt you will," He told me, his smile growing wider. I grinned back before telling him I better get back home. That Alex was probably worrying about me because things had run late. Patrick nodded his head in understanding, gave me a quick goodbye hug, and walked back around his car, getting in and leaving.

I stood there for a little before slipping into the driver's seat of my pickup truck and closing the door behind me. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

...We wouldn't have asked you to join the band if we didn't think you were good enough...

Author's Note: Hey guys, so I hope you liked this update...it's unfortunately going to be the last one for a little while because I'm putting this book on hold. It's just that I'd like to work on this book a little more (because I don't really know exactly where I'm taking it right now) and I've been working on my new book, A Handful Of Moments You Wish You Could Change. I don't know how long this book will be on hold, but I'll probably bring it back once I finish another one of my books. Anyways, thanks for reading and understanding! -Rachael