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

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When they came on I stopped breathing. Never did I expect the four men who made my life worth living to be on stage in my summer camp. Next to me, Ari and Jack were squealing and shaking me.

"VEE HOLY SHIT IT'S FALL OUT BOY!!" Ari was dying beside me.

"I THINK I'M GONNA PASS OUT. I THINK I'M GONNA PASS OUT." Jack said, fanning himself.

I just sat there grinning ear to ear. Apparently, we weren't the only fans of the band at Camp. People jumped up in their seats and started yelling.

Patrick ran up to the mic and started talking. "Hey everyone. We're Fall Out Boy. It is our pleasure to hang here with you guys this week. We hope you enjoy the show." Dear lord, was it amazing to hear his voice again. I was smiling so much that it started to hurt my face. My fingers went around the bracelet that was on my right wrist. The stupid little saying "Fangirl" was written on it. And when I saw Patrick bring his hand up, with the "Fanboy" bracelet still on his left wrist, my eyes started to water.

God, I missed them so much. I didn't think I would be able to see them again. But now that I can? Oh my.

"Violet? Are you crying?" Jack said concerned.

"Yeah," I laughed, "Yeah, I am."

I stood up with my two best friends and put my arms around their shoulders.

"We'd like to start this off with one of our old songs, Sugar, We're Going Down." Joe said into his mic.

"I'm dedicating this song to my Fangirl," Patrick said, lifting his left wrist. My hand journeyed to my open mouth as more tears leaked from my eyes. He didn't know I was here. Yet he is singing this song for me.

"Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week"

The three of us were singing along. It was beautiful. I watched as my friends walked along the stage, swiftly playing their instruments. Andy rocking out on the drums, Pete picking away on his bass, Joe being a badass and just being a pro at guitar. And then Patrick. Patrick sang with his eyes closed. Every word was a new sound. And it left me with the same feeling of awe that I had felt last year.

"Violet. Are you okay?" Jack was concerned now.

"Yeah. I'm amazing."

Ari took my hand and I took Jack's.

"Guys," Ari said, their eyes glimmering, "Our little fantasy of our favorite band performing for concert week is finally true."

Jack's face lit with a grin and I started to giggle. I can't believe I'm going to be spending a week with my favorite band. Shit, what are Ari and Jack going to think? I haven't told anyone about my day with the boys. And now that I know they remember me, I don't know what I'm gonna do. Will they be mad at me? For not telling them that I've been I've been in contact with Fall Out Boy for the year. They will flip their shit.

"Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans"

Patrick carried that line with twirling hips, his eyes lightly closed. Well fuck. I felt heat creep up my neck until I knew my face was all red. It made it even worse when he opened his eyes and there was a smirk on his face.

My friends noticed I was flushed.

"Vee, did you just get turned on by Patrick Stump singing?"

I felt myself blush even more. "Fuck. You. I hate both of you."