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

Chapter 2

We made a cake at my house. It turned out it wasn't as horrific as I assumed it would be. Though, it was bigger than we had planned. Since we basically mixed up like 4 different boxes of cake mix and just guessed with the different measurements. Oops.

Andy enjoyed it. Even though it was vegan, it was still pretty damn good. We gave up on splitting it up and just ended up grabbing five forks and just eating the cake whole. It was like a warm brownie but less creamy because there was no milk or eggs.

Enough about the cake. So me and the guys decided it was time to actually do some shit. So we started our stroll into town, and stopped at a bookstore.

"Take off your sunglasses. Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside," I said, reaching for Patrick's glasses and taking them off. I continued with, "No one will recognize you. Don't worry about anything."

We strolled through the store, stopping at the children's books section.

"Ooh this one's called Goodnight Moon," Pete said, picking up the book. I grabbed it out of his hands and turned the pages.

"My dad read this to me every night when I was little."

Pete grabbed it out of my hands again. "I'm buying it. I'll read it to my future children."

"What are you gonna name your future children?" I asked.

"I dunno... THOR."

"I approve," I giggled.

The place was small, and the five of us were trying to read Shakespeare in the tune of a famous pop song, which is actually a really fun game. And then the little ding of the door made me turn my head to see none other than my best friend Carrie.

"Shit." I said, grabbing the guys and pulling them back into the children's section.

"What? What's going on?" Joe asked, and I frantically gave back their sunglasses and grabbed books.

"My best friend just walked in. If she finds out I'm with you she'll kill me." I handed them the books and sat them down at a table, where they shoved Harry Potter into their faces. "Thanks guys, I owe you."

My legs wobbled back to the young adult fiction area, and there Carrie found me.

"Vee, hey."

"Hey Carrie! How are things?"

"Good. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know," I grabbed a random book from the shelf, "just trying to find Eggs, Omelettes, and Frittatas, a Cookbook," I said looking down at the book in my hands.

"Awesome. I'm looking for a book called Goodnight Moon, my aunt just had a baby."

I'm pretty sure Carrie could see the color draining from my face.

"O-Oh that book. Fun."

I couldn't stop her from walking into the children's section. But it did help seeing that the guys had also put on hats. They knew they couldn't ruin our secret. I know it sounds selfish, but sharing isn't always fun. Even if it's with your best friend.

"Oh. Found it." Carrie picked up the book. A nervous smile planted my face. Fuck, I'm obvious.

"Violet, are you okay?"

"Yup. Just peachy. Fantastic."

"You seem jumpy."

"I drank a shit ton of red bull this morning."

"Oh. I see." And then she did the worst thing she could do, which was sit down in the chair right next to Joe. And I watched as he tensed.

Carrie just took her dandy old time reading this lullaby book to see if it was good enough. When she finally got up and walked to the register I sighed audibly. So I got to the register with her and she said "That guy that was sitting next to me looked kinda like Joe Trohman." So I was stupid and I craned my neck around to look at him and said "Nah, I don't really see it."