Little Red Wig - Fall Out Boy [Patrick Stump] Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Back and forth emails are what got me to the best day of my life. It was around three months after I was diagnosed. They found a tumor in my adrenal glands and it was only growing. Soon after that I was getting surgery and my hair was gone. But that's what happens when you have cancer, right? Your life basically gets flipped. But it's okay because I have a 68% chance of surviving neuroblastoma but fuck it anything could happen. Which brings me back to the emails.

My mother had been talking to the Make A Wish Foundation for children with cancer to try to fulfill their dreams. I asked to meet my favorite band. But my mom wants to bring me to something more fun like Hawaii. I mean, it's my wish. But she reluctantly agreed to let me spend a day with Fall Out Boy. When they accepted the offer I flipped. I started counting down the days until I got to meet my favorite band.

Today was that day. And I was freaking out. I looked myself over in the mirror about a dozen times. No, they shouldn't see my room. Too much merchandise. I mean I can't wear their band shirt, that would just be weird. So I decided on a plain black shirt and jean shorts instead of being all creepy and wearing clothing with their faces on it. When the doorbell rang I basically lost it. My mother was talking to four men when I walked down the stairs. It's weird to see people for the first time. Like, they're in 3D. I was so used to seeing them in pictures, but now I can see that they are real, breathing human beings. And all of them are super short. I couldn't contain myself. I smiled ear to ear as I stood on the stairs staring at the men who made my life worth living.

Joe was the first to notice me. He smiled and waved, and I grinned more and waved back.

My mom turned and smiled at me "Gentlemen, this is my daughter Violet."

My heart literally burst when they all smiled at me.

"H-hi," I managed to get out.
"Hey. I'm Patrick," Patrick walked to the stairs and extended a hand to me.
"I know," I giggled and shook his hand. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

"It's really nice to meet you," Joe said. Hooooooooooowwwwwwwww.

"We've heard a lot about you," Andy added. Noooooooooo I caaaaaaan't.

"We are really looking forward to spending the day with you." Pete smiled. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Yeah. I was totally ruined. These men ruined my life. In the best way possible, of course.

It was early. Maybe like 10 am. So we walked to Starbucks. And the conversations weren't as awkward and completely life-ruining as I thought they would be. Of course, my heart was beating a thousand times a second, and I felt like I was in a dream. But either way, I was standing in between my four favorite people. And I felt like I wasn't really excluded. Mostly because they are all super short and I don't really have to look up that much. Even though I am still 5 foot 3 and therefore shorter than all of them.

"So Violet, how old are you?" Andy asked once we sat down at a park bench.

"Seventeen. I'm turning eighteen in two months," I said, sipping a skim latte.

"So, being a teenager, I'm assuming you want to take pictures and document every moment of our day," Pete said.

"What? No way."

"Why? I like selfies."

"Because I don't really want to share this experience with others. My friends don't even know I'm meeting you. I just... I don't know. I just want it to be between us, you know?" I said, holding my breath.

Patrick cracked a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I agree. No pictures, no telling people. This will just be between the five of us."

"Oh. And Patrick?"

"Yeah."

"That hidden message in the Soul Punk lyrics booklet. I really liked that."

Patrick beamed. "Y-you noticed that?"

I nodded and tapped my finger tips against my coffee cup. "It really helped me through a lot of shit. I felt like you were personally telling me to keep fighting. Thank you."

And then he put an arm around my shoulder. And that was when it got awkward. Because even though I couldn't see any of their faces under the sunglasses, I could see Pete and Joe smirking and Andy was giggling. Yes, giggling.

"Oh, you are all a bunch of teenage girls. Grow up."

"Hey, you are the actual teenage girl here," Joe retorted.

"Joe, you are three years older than me."

"Yes. And therefore I have power over you."

"Uh huh. But I have cancer. So people pity me."

"...Fine. You win."

At that I leaned back in the bench just to realize that Patrick's arm was still draped over my shoulders. I smiled and sipped my warm coffee.

At 11 am we went to the supermarket. I know. Why would you bring a famous band to a supermarket? We were making a cake. Pete seemed to be the most excited. Andy was very cheerful, too, because this cake was vegan. But the plans got all mashed up when I felt arms lift me up and put me in a shopping cart.

"Hey- what are-"

I was cut off when I looked up and saw Andy Hurley grab onto the handles and start to run. I was too shocked to comprehend the event so my legs just kinda dangled out of the cart. I'm pretty sure this was illegal. It's not everyday you see a man covered in tattoos run with a bald girl in a shopping cart. When Andy stopped at the cake mix I immediately jumped out of the death machine and glared at him.

"Fuck you Andy Hurley."

"I think this is the beginning of a good friendship," he smiled at me as he grabbed a bunch of different cake mixes.