Save Me Because I Can't Save Myself (Patrick Stump)

Chapter 9

(A/N- The image above is kinda what I imagined Anna to look like except she wears contacts as often as she can)

Patrick's POV
I'm jolted awake by Pete telling me we're almost in Ireland. I look over and both Anna and Brendon are still asleep. Since her music is still playing loudly I pause that. Turns out she was listening to Allie. She seriously meant what she said when she said that Soul Punk was amazing.

As soon as I stop the music she stretches and groans. "Gooooooo awaaaaaay" she mumbles hiding her face in her shoulder. "We're about to land" I whisper into her ear. She just moves away and groans again. Gosh she's so adorable when she sleeps. Have I mentioned that before? Probably but it's so true.

When the plane lands Pete ends up carrying Anna as she is to lazy to walk. "Peeeeeetteee" She groans "Yes?" He asks quietly walking along with her seated on his shoulders. "Why are you carrying me?" Anna asks confused and tired. "You were being lazy and refused to get up" He replies while we all continue to walk through security.
"Oh" She says before resting her head back onto his shoulder.

We get out of the airport surprisingly without running into any fans. Not even one. Usually there's at least one who recognises us.

We get into a new car and head out to get the tour buses so we can head to our first concert. Somehow Anna is still asleep even with Pete yelling about how he gets the first pick on the bunks. But out of no where she randomly jolts awake and slaps Pete. She politely tells him to 'Shut the fuck up'. Which somehow works. Well at least we know how to get him to be quiet now.

We pick up the tour buses which is only two since there isn't many of us. All of the crew would be on one and we would be on the other. Which I don't mind cause that means I'll be seeing a lot of Anna. I'm still trying to find the right time to tell her I like her. And how. Should I be all romantic and take her on a picnic or just tell her? I don't know yet but I can't get it out of my mind.

As soon as we get on the bus we head towards wherever were performing. You can't expect me to remember every single place. It's somewhere in Ireland, that's all I know. Since our first concert wasn't until a few days time we don't have to rushed around.

We all get comfy and relax for a while since its been a long flight and we're all jetlagged. But Anna looks uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe it's not really knowing anyone here. She's sitting next to Brendon awkwardly on her phone. I decide to text her instead of talking and making it even more awkward for her.

Anna's POV
As I'm awkwardly scrolling through Instagram I get a text notification, from Patrick? Why doesn't he just talk aloud? Well there is kinda a weird, uncomfortable silence in the room. So I decide to text him back anyway
'Trick- Are you okay?
Me- Yeah this silence is just awkward
Trick- What should we do to break this awkward silence?
Me- Hmm jump on them?
Trick- You get Brendon and Pete and I'll get Andy and Joe?
Me- Sounds like a plan
I text back not realising I was smiling at the messages. And apparently so was Patrick. "THEY'RE PLANNING SOMETHING GUYS!" Brendon yells. Dammit Brendon way to ruin it! "NOW!" Patrick yells and I jump on top of Brendon. Luckily I got to know him last night so it's not as awkward. Somehow he pushes me onto the ground and starts tickling me from above.

That would usually be fine if I wasn't overly ticklish and maybe if I didn't have fresh cuts on my stomach and wrists. It gets worse the more Brendon was tickling me, the more I had to hide the pain and try not let my jersey ride up any higher than it already was.

Brendon stops tickling me suddenly and I quickly pull my jersey back down before anyone sees something that they shouldn't. I'm guessing Brendon saw the markings on my stomach or wrists but he doesn't mention anything about it. Probably because there's others in the room. I don't want to have to have that awkward conversation with anyone else.

I look over to Patrick and Pete who are laughing their asses off. "Well that stopped the silence" I say trying to ignore the death glare that Brendon is giving me. "So what do we do now?" I ask "Hmm order pizza and watch Supernatural?" Pete suggests. Of course he wants pizza. I'm pretty sure he ships himself with it. Petza. I ship it.

We all agree and Pete goes and orders. We'll have to stop in the next town to pick it up since we're traveling to the first venue.

We start the Supernatural marathon while we're waiting to arrive to get the pizza. Since I absolutely love Supernatural, I've already seen the episode we're watching. The lucky rabbits foot one. I can't help but feel sorry for Sam with all the bad luck.

About half way through we stop to collect the pizza. Pete runs straight out and into the shop. He really does love his pizza. As for me, I stay sitting because I'm lazy and unmotivated.

Just my luck that everyone goes with Pete except for Brendon. Seriously? He doesn't say anything but he looks as if he wants to. It's awkward. Very awkward.

I check the time on my phone to see its only 9 pm and notice that I have only 5% battery. I get up to go plug it in when Brendon decides to speak.

"Anna...." He starts awkwardly. He definitely saw something but I'm not going to act like I don't know what he's on about. "Yes?" I try replying as unsuspicious as I can. "Aaaah.. We'll.." He stutters nervously. This would be the perfect time for the guys to get back with the pizza.

"Did I.. Umm.. See what I think I did.. When I was.. Aaaah tickling you?" He continues to stubble on his words, unsure of what to say or how to word it. Should I lie? Or just tell him? Maybe somewhere in the middle. "Probably, depends on what you think you saw" I reply before putting my phone on charge.

Brendon goes to say something more when Pete bursts through the door with the pizza. The rest of the guys follow behind. Perfect timing but I don't think Brendon is going to give up that easily. "We'll continue this later" is all he says before getting a slice and returning to Supernatural. Patrick looks at me like he's confused as to what he missed but I can't even explain it to him. But he'll probably find out from Brendon anyway.

I'm not really hungry after everything but I eat at least 2 slices so nobody gets suspicious or worried. And by that I mainly mean Patrick but at least he cares.

After watching a few more episodes I decide to go to bed and read. Not that I think I'd actually get much done with having to much on my mind. "Hey guys, do you mind if I go read for a while? I'm quite tired" I ask quietly, still feeling awkward and out of place around new people. Pete is still stuffing his mouth with pizza so he's to busy to reply. Everyone else just nods except for Brendon. He says he's gonna do the same thing. Seriously can't he just leave it for today?

At first I completely ignore Brendon and get settled in my bunk. I get my book out and start to read even if wasn't really paying attention to what I was reading, I was at least going to make it look like I was.

As expected Brendon continues to bug me about what he think he saw. I've made up my mind I'm gonna lie about my cuts and scars. He doesn't need to know about it, it's not his business. "Anna do you self-harm?" He asks bluntly. Wow just straight to the point. "No I don't" I lie. "Anna.. You don't have to lie to me, I won't judge" He adds, trying to get me to open up to him. I can't stop now, I'm gonna lie my way through this.

"Why would I lie about that" I reply casually but on the inside I have no idea how I'm getting out of this. "I don't know, but do you?" He pesters again. "As I said before, no" I say plainly. He looks disappointed in my answer. Like he knows the actual answer but can't really do anything about it until I confess about it. "Okay, just know that we're all here for you if you need us" Wow so cliche of you Brendon.

"Well I'm going to sleep, night Brendon" I try to change the subject but no "I thought you were gonna read?" He asks suspiciously "I was but now I'm tired so goodnight!" I raise my voice slightly and he gets the message that I don't want to talk and says goodnight.

No matter how much I try, I just can't sleep. Thanks for that Brendon. Was lying to him a bad idea? Will he be pissed off when he finds out the truth? What about when everyone else finds out? Oh gosh what have I gotten myself into?

Eventually my brain shuts up and let's me sleep. Thank god for that or else I might of had to knock myself out to shut it up. Maybe I should do that next time...