Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter One

Pete's POV

I woke up, the sun hitting my eyes. Someone had stupidly left the blinds on the tour bus open. Who would do- oh. That's right. I did. Why could I even see the windows? Why wasn't I in my bunk? 

I propped myself up on my elbows, and looked around me. The tour bus looked mostly empty, but I think that Joe was still in his bunk. I knew Andy was up because he was always up the earliest, doing something or other. Patrick's bunk curtain was pushed back, and I could see from my position on the couch that there was no one in there.

Groaning as I sat up and swung my legs onto the ground, I picked up my phone. I had turned off all notifications from my social media, but I still had millions of texts and missed calls. What had happened?

I opened up one of the messages, and rubbed my face with my hand. Why did I feel so tired. I looked back down at my phone. Andy had texted me nearly twenty times, all about Patrick.

{Andy}: butt butt butt butt

{Andy}: hey wake up its almost 8

{Andy}: we have a band meeting at 10

{Andy}: oky i know you are asleep cause i just stopped by the bus but where is patrick

{Andy}: whr is pat?

{Andy}: dude i am serious

{Andy}: where is he is he with you

{Andy}: have you seen him

{Andy}: pete fucking wake up this is serious

{Andy}: Patrick is missing

I blinked a couple of times before rereading the texts. No way was Patrick missing. He was probably just exploring somewhere. I sent Patrick a quick text before calling Andy. He was freaking out, obviously.

"Ands? What is-" I started to say when Andy cut me off.

"Is he with you?" I heard a lot of noise on Andy's side of the call.

"Patrick? No, he isn't. What do you mean, he is missing? Patrick is probably off exploring somewhere."

"No, he isn't." Andy sounded almost mad, and a little confused. "All of the security guards who have been up since four in the morning have not seen him at all, he is not in the auditorium, he is not answering his phone, nothing." Andy was obviously freaking out.

"Ands, where are you?" I asked, putting on my shoes. "You need to calm down. Patrick is an adult, and he can take care of himself." I checked to see if Joe was in his bunk, and he was sleeping peacefully. Not being able to resist, I took an opened water bottle and dumped a little on his face. Joe shot up, sputtering. I laughed, and walked away. "Come on, Joe. We have to meet up with Andy, calm him down." Joe got up instantly at the mention of Andy. He got his own shoes, and I checked to see if Andy was still on the phone. After a few moments, Andy finally told me where he was.

Joe and I walked towards the main stage where we would perform tomorrow night. I updated him on Andy freaking out about Patrick.

"Well, at least something must be wrong. Andy is many things, but he isn't irrational." Joe defended his friend. I agreed with Joe.

"Yes, but Patrick is probably fine. Here- there is Andy right there!" I said, and we both jogged up to the red haired man who was talking to people. His face was red too, I noted.

"Oh thank God you guys are here," Andy exclaimed as we walked up. "No one else has seen Patrick." Bob (our manager) turned to us with a small look of panic on his face. It was then did I fell my first sense of worry. If our manager was worried, then something was wrong. Joe went to talk to Andy, but I stayed with Bob.

"Patrick is nowhere to be found?" I asked. He nodded.

"No answering his phone, and no one has seen him since last night." Bob replied. A shout came from the other side of the room, and we all looked to see an intern running towards us.

"I found Patrick's cell phone!" She shouted, her blond hair streaming behind her. She reached us in a matter of seconds, holding out a familiar iPhone.

I snatched it from her hands, and turned it on. It was definitely Patrick's phone. The background lock screen image was a photo of the four of us (Joe, Andy, Patrick and I) all posing in a mirror. He kept that photo after making sure that none of us would post it.

"It will be our special photo. No one else will know about it. The special Fall Out Boy photo!" He said happily.

I quickly unlocked the phone. I saw the millions of texts from people (Mostly Andy) and realized that his phone hadn't been touched since last night. I saw the text that I sent him last night around midnight. He hadn't even read that yet. Turning to the girl who had found the phone, I tried hard to keep my cool. Something was seriously wrong. Patrick would never leave his phone anywhere.

"Where did you find this?" I demanded. I softened my voice after the intern flinched. "Sorry." I added hastily. The intern gave me a small smile.

"It's okay. I found it right outside. You know the trash can that is just out the west door? It was in there. I heard it ringing, and it was just right on top." The intern explained.

"Why the hell would it be out there?" I mumbled to myself. Bob took the cell phone from my hands and looked at it.

"We should call the police." I mumbled, and Bob nodded.

A few hours, the area was crawling with police. We couldn't track Patrick from his cell phone, obviously. None of his stuff was missing, just the clothes he was wearing last night. We were trying our best to not let anyone else know, especially the fans. If Patrick is okay, and he gets returned safely before tomorrow, there is no need to panic. We can just pretend that nothing happened. But we have a show tomorrow night. If Patrick isn't back by then, we will have major problems. A few fans were standing around the parking lot, but security were trying to get them to leave. If they saw all of the police here, they would figure something was wrong.

The police were taking a break from interviewing me, so I decided to talk to the small group of fans that were there. Maybe if I signed some of their things, took a selfie, they might leave.

I walked up to the small group. There were four people there, all sitting on the ground. The first to notice me walking up to them was a girl with blond hair. Her head jerked up violently, and she started repeatedly punching the girl next to her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Natalia, look up, look the fuck up, fucking Pete Wentz is walking towards, us holy shit," I laughed, and the other girls looked up at me. "H- Hi," The blond girl said.

"Hi guys," I said, and smiled. "I hate to ask this, but we are going to need you guys to leave. I can take pictures and selfies and stuff, just you guys have to leave within the next ten minutes." I said, and the girls lit up like a Christmas tree.

I spent the next ten minutes talking, taking selfies and signing things. The girls left soon after, all smiling widely. As soon as they were out of sight, I started making my way back to the tour bus. The police hadn't searched in it yet, so I wanted to go take the stuff that I didn't want them looking through.

Once I reached it, I almost out of habit went to Patrick's bunk. Whenever I was feeling down (and that happened a bit on tour, just with everything happening all at once) I would go to him and we would talk. Patrick had the bottom bunk, so I sat down in it. I closed my eyes, and pretended that Patrick was sitting right next to me.

He would be fine, right? He was an adult, he knows how to handle himself.

I just wish he was here so I could hug him.

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???'s POV

They had him. I peeked my head into the back of the van, and there he was, wiggling around, making muffled screams. He looked different then he did all those years ago. I fought the urge to say something to him. He didn't need to know I was here, that I was a part of it... Yet. As for now, the others would take him back to headquarters. Finally, we got Patrick Stump back in our fingers. Let's see how long he will survive.