Title From: Strage Love- Halsey
Album: Badlsnds(2015)
Patrick Stump...
6 June 1967
"Faster Patrick!" Ryan yells at me. This is the most physical activity I've had in a while. I run faster, pumping my legs more than I think they can handle. They are pretty short.
"Can, we stop, now Ryan?" I breathe out as I sprawl against the cool grass of someone's heaven. I occasionally saw the human's soul run past us. She died in 1898 and she has the prettiest smile.
"I guess so, but you always need to be prepared for when a demon or ghoul is chasing after you or ambushing you Patrick." Ryan lays down, careful not to mess up his crisp suit, on the green clean-cut grass.
"Isn't this beautiful, Ryro?" I smile into the fake Sun beaming down upon us. I take a deep, slow breath and relax under the bright blue sky.
"Please, I don't want to be alone! I'm on my hands and knees, praying to you." I hear the faint voice of a human. I slam my eyes shut, demolishing the connection between us. Another Angel will get him.
"You left Pete to fend for himself again, didn't you?" Ryan asked, more as a statement. I nodded and shut my eyes, trying to block out Pete's voice.
"I think it's good for me to not talk to him right now." I sigh and roll to my side, turning my back to Ryan. "I think that, if I make contact with him, then I'll want to stay with him. That's not really a good thing to do, since God basically is annoyed with my actions as of late."
"Please, he loves you. You're his favourite." Ryan shrugs me off. "Hey, how about we make a trip down to the human world? It could be fun."
"I guess." I stand up and stretch, patting down my grey wings. I force them into my back and pluck out loose ones, it hurt like Hell. "You're just gonna leave yours out like that? What if a human sees, or demon?"
"I don't want to hurt my beautiful whites, Patty." He smirks before launching us down to the mortal realm. I close my eyes, ready for the bone crushing impact. It never came though, just a soft thud and dirt settling around me. I've never gotten used to falling down. "Look, there's Pete."
"What?" I whip my head around, rapidly looking around for a place to hide. I know that if he saw me- Wait, why is Ryan laughing at me? "Oh, you jerk."
"Woah, calm down with the language. Do you speak to your clients with that tone?" Ryan laughed, and punched me softly. I took in the surroundings. It's still Chicago, but just clean and colourful.
"The whole 'peace thing' is still a in act isn't it?" I ask, tugging at my sweater sleeves. I look around, no one was here. I suppose they are all living in the old vans that I see occasionally when we have to protect our charges.
"Yep." Ryan answers, fixing his tie. His suit still looks clean. I look like rubbish compared to him, in my black sweater and white jeans. God does like his clients in what their usually comfortable in. We hear a shocked gasp behind us, finding a small female wearing a flower crown.
"Hello, who are you?" I ask politely. I, of course already knew the answer, but it's just nice. She bites her pink lips and adjusts the crown on her head.
"M-My name is Audrey Winter." She answered shyly. Her dark hair covering her eyes. She seems to be five or six.
"Where are your parents?" Ryan asks her. She shrugs and points to a group of people marching towards us. "Shit. We need to hide, they'll see my wings."
"Wait, I want to see this." I grab his arm, pulling him to the grassy side. I saw many colourful people walk by us, but only one caught my eye. Pete. It seems he caught mine too.
"Patrick?" He shouts, running towards me. "Patrick, is that you?!"
"Ryan, we need to leave right now. Please, hurry." I tug on his sleeve, but Ryan isn't moving. Pete is getting closer. "Ryan-"
"You need to face him!" Ryan snaps at me. I wince back, hurt at his sudden firmness. I turn away and am met with a 20 year old Pete Wentz.
"Peter." I say, looking at everything but him. Ryan is hovering behind us, making himself invisible to Pete and the crowd in front of us.
"Patrick, look at me." He grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at him. I still love him. I don't want to, but I can't help it. "Hello, I'm Pete. I don't know if you remember me, but I was your best friend."
"Of course I remember who you are." I mumble and I can feel his smile get wider with every word I spoke. And I smiled too. No matter what I do, I can't stop loving him.
"I love you, Patrick." Pete says calmly, the crowd got larger and crowded around us. Pete leant in closer, close enough to where our foreheads were resting against each other.
"I love you as well Pete." I smile as he connects our lips together. I felt a rumble, then thunder. "God is angry at me... I should go."
"What?!" Pete attaches his hand to mine, his grip is hard. "You can't leave me again."
"I'm sorry I have to." I pull against his grasped . "Or else I'll lose my wings, and Pete it's painful just to watch."
"I don't want to lose you again Patrick." Tears were brimming his eyes. I sigh and place my hands on his cheeks. I give him one last kiss before I erase my memory of him from my soul. It's better for me to forget someone I love, an immortal, than a human to forget.
Pete has to learn how to move on without me.
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I was an Angel(Peterick)
FanfictionPatrick Stump is holy. Every definition of the word. He is innocent, pure, has a heart of gold. But even gold hearts have scratches. And that scratch has one name, Pete Wentz. as to the prologue... stick with me. it'll make since later on.
