Title From: Roman Holiday- Halsey
Album: Badlands(2015)
13:23, 11 April 2013
Patrick Stump...
"Patrick, Michael needs you." Ryan shouts at me from his position on the lounge couch. We recently moved into an apartment I guess you'd call it, but we're still up here in Heaven... It's kinda a weird concept.
"Why does Michael need me?" I ask, titling my head in confusion. He never needs me unless I'm in trouble, and I haven't done anything stupid lately.
"He didn't give me all the details, Stumpy." Ryan shrugs and flips through the multiple channels, finally stopping on a rom-com featuring Reese Witherspoon. I didn't know she still acted. If you can't tell, I'm very out of the loop.
"Okay, if I don't come back, I died." I smile and give him a quick hug before leaving. I jog down the long, never-ending hallways. I finally reach Michael's office, slowly and cautiously knocking on the door. I heard a faint 'Come in!' yelled through the thick door. I walk in, shutting the door quietly behind me. "Good day, Michael. Ryan said you needed me?"
"I have a mission from God for you." He said, folding his muscular arms across his broad chest. I stare at him blankly. I have a mission? "Yes, I know. It surprised me too."
"But, why me?" I ask sitting down on the maroon red chairs. "I'm not very qualified."
"Do you not think I know that?" Michael sighed, resting his head on his big office chair. "God told me to. You have a guardian job."
"For who?" I asked excitedly. Guardian jobs are very important. We have to protect our charges until death, or we have to prevent death from stealing their souls occasionally.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz." Michael said passing me a manila folder with a picture of a blonde haired, tan, masculine male. He was attractive in the least. "You'll need a vessel."
"A-A vessel?" I stutter out. "W-What's wrong with how I look now?"
"You have a high chance that you'll come into contact with a demon. We can't have that." Michael said standing and then stretching lazily. "So, you'll need to hide your angelic grace."
"So, can I start now?" I ask dumbfounded. Michael just nods and shooed me away. I stand up and leave, clutching the folder tightly to my chest. I slowly open the folder, skimming over the paper. Holy smokes! I'm supposed to start now. I fly down to a roof of some tall building. I lean over the edge and overlook the large city.
Where's a good vessel? At that instance, I saw a boy with pastel purple-coloured hair partially hidden underneath a fedora and a nose ring. His face is what stood out to me. It looks like mine. I drop to the ground and search the large crowd for him-or is it me? I don't have time to think about that right now! I have to find him!
"Hey, are you okay Kid?" I hear my voice ringing through my ears. I turn around and touch his -my- arm. At a closer angle, he was very attractive. He had a black cardigan on, a white shirt, and black skinny jeans with black sneakers. His outfit choices are like mine too.
"I'm and Angel. I need your body as a vessel." I say staring into his eyes, making him able to look at nothing but me.
"I-I think you need to see a doctor." He said looking around for a quick exit.
"You know I'm telling the truth." I say sternly. I don't have time for this. "I just need the 'Okay' from you."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say Kid." He smirked as I let go. He did technically say yes. There is a flash of light as I transfer into his body, his memories rushing to the back of my head, becoming nonexistent. I fall backwards and black out.
19:42 Brooklyn, New York...
I wake up groggy and in an unfamiliar bed. It's comfy and smells fresh. My head hurt and I felt sick. I run my hands through my hair and find a small tattoo on my wrists. I pull one sleeve down, revealing an infinity sign with tiny music notes floating around it. The other had the words "11/09: don't forget." What does that mean?
"Oh, you're awake." A tan male says closing the door behind him. I could see all the tattoos littering his skin and his dark eyes were soul crushing. Gorgeous. He walked into the room, placing a tray of food on the nightstand. "I almost thought you were dead."
"Well, I'm not." I snap causing him to take a cautious step back. I stand up, with shaky legs, and continued to walk towards the door, but not without grabbing my hat. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"Wait, it's late. You can't go out on the streets right now." He says, making me stop and turn on my heels. He gives me a polite smile and grabs my pale wrist lightly. "Stay here until morning."
"Okay... I don't know your name." I say quietly. This is dangerous. He sits beside me and grabs the apple from the tray, taking a bite of it.
"I'm Pete." He smiles cheerfully at me. Pete is a pretty common name. There's a small chance that he's Peter. "And you are?"
"Oh, Patrick Vaughn Stump." I yawn. He wraps his arm around my waist, not letting me fall backwards onto the bed.
"You tired?" Pete chuckled. I give a small nod and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel his breath tickle my neck. I know he's contemplating whether or not he's allowed to kiss me right now. If he did, I don't think I would stop it.
"You can kiss me if you want." I whisper, scared to ruin the beautiful silence between us.
"You wouldn't be offended or anything?" Pete asks quietly. I shake my head no and look up towards the attractive male. He leant down towards me, pressing his free hand on my chin to lift my face closer to him. I shut my eyes and feel Pete's lips make contact with mine.
I felt shocks course through my body. My face heated up as I felt his tongue slipped between my teeth. I felt him explore every inch of my mouth, and his hands did the same. But he never made any move to go anywhere I wouldn't be okay with, the gesture reminds me of someone.
Pete is... familiar.
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I was an Angel(Peterick)
FanficPatrick 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.
