Locked away Patrick Stump

Ch 18 well make them so jealous well make them hate us

Today's the day. The day I move in this Patrick.

I woke up and put on my clothes I had laid out. Including Patrick's jacket.

Rose stayed here with me the last night. She helped me put the boxes in the moving van.

I put my more valuable items in my car. Mainly the moving van had instruments and amps.

I closed my back door of my car as the moving van drove off.

"Well I guess I'll see you some time." Rose said hugging me.

"I'll visit I promise."

"You better."

I got in the front seat of my car and started it up. Rose stood waving as I pulled out. This is it. I'm leaving for Chicago.

In Chicago

After the long ride and many many songs. I'm on the street. It's very fancy. The houses all have a nice look.

I finally found the house with Patrick waiting on the front steps with flowers.

I smiled and pulled in. I got out and he walked up to me. I hugged him.

"I missed you." He said hugging me back.

"I've missed you so freakin much." I said.

"Well you ready to see it for yourself." He said. I nodded and he handed me the purple flowers.

He held the door open for me. It's amazing. Even though boxes sat around and more going to be coming it's so amazing.

"Oh my god." I kept whispering walking around.

"Now we can always be with each other and I can wake up to see your face everyday." Patrick said.

"This is so just ugh I love this. I never would of thought I'd be at this point in my life."

"Well now you are and we get to share these moments together."

I heard a knock at the door. Moving trucks here. I have no clue how I got begs before yet I only left 5 minutes after and they drive pretty slow.

Patrick walked over to the door. I set the flowers down I'd been holding. Him and the two guys started bringing boxes inside. I helped also getting the ones from my car.

In 45 minutes everything was out and they moving guys left.

"Okay wanna decided what rooms are what?" I asked.

"Yeah come on!" Patrick said grabbing my hand taking me over to the stairs.

The master bedroom is our room. We have two bathrooms upstairs, a guest bedroom and office.

"Wait what about the instruments?" Patrick said.

"Basements exist." I said.

"Oh yeah... Come on let's get stuff unpacked." He said. We ran down the stairs like kids to the boxes. Thank god I marked them.

I started to puts the boxes with clothes over by the stairs. Then started taking anything with to do with music to the basement.

I carried down the box with my first bass. It contained my first guitar pick and strap. Yeah I like to keep them because it brings back memories of how far I've come.