American Beauty/American Psycho (trigger warning)//frerard & petekey//

Lol this is totally a frerard fic lmaooo

Lmao remember how this was a frerard fic and then it was frerard n petekey and then I threw an oc in there that is extremely similar to myself, in fact the characters name is my middle name, just bc I ship myself with joe, and this fic is a mess go read something better like the certainty of mankind cuz I plan on giving tht a plot this fic is fuckery I only update when I'm bored so fuCk

"Sal, what should I wear?" Christine asked frantically. Joe was gonna pick her up in about an hour and a half.
"Why does it matter? He's just some gross boy." Sally answered, rolling her eyes.
"Ugh, you are of no help to me. I think I'll wear my Foos shirt, yeah. Casual. Yeah. Okay. I'm going full glam on my makeup though." Christine mumbled to herself, pacing back and forth.
"Chris, why is this boy so worth your time? Usually you couldn't give less of a shit if someone liked you or not." Sally pointed out, not looking away from her phone screen.
"Because-" Christine sighed. "I don't know. He's special." She said, not knowing how to answer.
"I think it's just because he's in a band." Sally said, scoffing.
"No, that's not why I like him. God, you're such an idiot." Christine rolled her eyes.
"Then why do you like him?" Sally said impatiently.
"Because, he's special, I don't fucking know!" Christine walked away and began getting ready.
Why is he so god damn special?

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"What should I wear?" Joe asked frantically.
"Wear a simple black tee. Your normal go-to. Casual." Lyn-Z said.
Joe nodded. "Okay. Yeah." He went and changed.
"How do I look?" He asked.
"Hot." Lyn-Z said, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Okay, I have to go now, I have to pick her up." Joe grabbed his keys and left in a hurry.
"Bye!" Lyn-Z shouted.
Hey, I'm on my way!  Joe sent Christine a quick text.
See you soon! <3
That motherfucking heart was gonna be the death of Joe.
On the way to her house, he kept thinking about that heart. It really was nothing, but boy did it feel like something.
Once he arrived at Christine's house, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. He walked up to the door and knocked, standing as straight as possible. He had a bouquet of roses behind his back for her. He knew it was cliche, but Christine had told him she thought cliche was cute, so it's okay. The door swung open, and Joe held the roses up to his chest.
"Are you Jeff?" A girl answered the door, who was not Christine.
"N-no..? I'm Joe." Joe said. "Ah, right. Chris! He's here!" She yelled, flashing a cocky smile at Joe.
"Christine rushed around a corner and ran out the door, slamming it in the other girls face. "Sorry, that was my sister, Sally. She's a bitch, love her though." Christine smiled at Joe. He smiled back and held up the roses. "Y-you like roses right?" He asked shyly. Christine smiled. "They're my favorite. Thank you." She grabbed them, carefully, as if they might break. "Ready to go?" Joe asked. Christine nodded.

"So, what's it like being in a band?" Christine asked. Joe shrugged. "I dunno, it's cool. It's fun doing what you love with the people you love. It's fun being able to shout what you feel to some fucked up kids who feel the same." Joe smiled. He loved talking about the band.
Christine nodded, genuinely interested. "I wanna be in a band." She mumbled, almost to herself. "Then gather a bunch of your favorite fuck-ups, grab an instrument, and start yelling what you feel." Joe said simply. Christine nodded. "Me and my best friend want to. I play bass and guitar. I also write a lot of songs." She chuckled to herself and stared at her lap.
"I didn't know you played!" Joe said excitedly. "Didn't I tell you? Hm. Must've not come up.." She trailed off, laughing. "We've been texting nonstop for a week, and it just failed to come up into conversation?" Joe pointed out. "Shit, ya got me there. Okay. Maybe I'm a little embarrassed." She said. Joe shook his head and chuckled. He pulled into a parking lot, "Johns Bar." Simple name.
Joe got out and opened the door up for Christine. Joe met with the band inside and they all immediately started setting up. Christine sat awkwardly on a bar stool, not really knowing where to fit in.
She noticed that Pete, the bassist, didn't look very well. He looked pale and tired. "Are you okay?" She said out of the blue. They all turned and looked back at her. "What?" Joe said. Christine felt her face getting hot. "Never mind." She blurted. God, why can't you just keep your trap shut? Christine shamed herself. "I gotta go to the bathroom." Pete said. He looked like he was gonna puke. Christine didn't know him but she still worried. She worried about everything. Literally, everything.
Now her thoughts were racing and she starting thinking of worse possible case scenarios, and now her hands were getting twitchy. She knew it wouldn't get any worse than the twitches, and she knew she wouldn't have to make a scene. She got like this a lot. Nothing new. She got bad anxiety a lot. She's used to it by now, but it still feels horrible.
She looked up from her lap and tried to focus on a happy thought. She watched the guys set up, and just then did she realize that there were a lot of people in the bar. And Pete was back. He looked a little healthier, but he could just be faking it. Christine worried, but ignored her thoughts.
"My names Pete, that's Patrick, Joe, and Andy, and we are Fall Out Boy!" Pete yelled through the mic. They started playing, and Christine suddenly felt out of place.
"This band kind of fucking sucks, huh?" Christine heard a voice beside her. She thought the comment was rude, but assuming it wasn't directed towards her, she didn't say anything.
"Hello?" The voice got louder, so Christine turned towards it. To her surprise, a man, who looked quite drunk, was facing Christine, waiting for an answer.
"What were you saying?" Christine asked.
"This band fucking sucks, huh?" He repeated, slurring.
Christine shrugged. "This band fucking rocks. My dates in the band. Maybe you're just kind of jealous since you have no talent besides getting completely shitfaced at this bar every night." Christine said in the sweetest voice, smiling and shrugging again.
"A pretty lady like you shouldn't be cussing, it's not very attractive." He said, basically ignoring everything Christine had said.
"Good thing not every fucking move I make has to be approved by some boy, huh? Now kindly, fuck off, Shithead." Christine said, taking a sip of her water. Shouldn't she get free drinks since she's with the band? Should the fact that she's under age matter that much?
"But sweetie, if we didn't approve of every move you made, you'd be running in circles. You need us, baby." He said, grabbing Christine's thigh.
Hell fucking no.
Christine turned around and broke her glass of water over his head. Then, she kicked him between his legs and punched him in the nose.
"What the fuck?! Get over here, bitch!" He yelled, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face into the bar.
Fuck. My nose is broken.
Christine was feeling kind of light headed.
Fuck. Someone help.
"Woah, woah!" Christine heard through the microphone. There was a lack of music and it was suddenly quiet.
"If you ever lay another fucking hand on her, or any other woman, I'll fucking kill you!"
After that, there were a few grunts and smashes.
"Now get the fuck out of here!"
"Sorry guys, shows over, we've got an emergency."
Christine felt herself being carried away.
Am I dying? Is this the afterlife? I'm Buddhist, what the fuck.
She then heard a car start, and she felt wherever she was getting bumpy. She then proceeded to go unconscious.

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"Now, what exactly happened again?" Was the first thing Christine heard when she woke up. She didn't open her eyes. She was too afraid to.
"Some guy slammed her head into the bar. I'm sure when she wakes up she could tell you what exactly happened." Joe. That was Joe's voice.
Christine tried to open her eyes, but wherever she was it was extremely bright. She assumed she was in a hospital.
She tried to say something. Her throat was dry, so it came out as a grunt.
"Water, fuck, I need water." She tried again.
"Oh my God, get her some water, oh my God!" Joe began frantically. The doctor left to get water.
"Christine, jesus, what happened?" Joe asked frantically, sitting in a chair beside her hospital bed.
"After water." Christine said.
"I'm so sorry our first kind of date went like this." Joe ran his hands through his hair. He seemed really stressed.
"I'm sorry I picked a fight with a guy on our first kind of date." She said, smiling. Joe chuckled. The doctor was back and handed Christine a small plastic cup of water.
Christine tried not to look too disgusting while furiously chugging the water. She began to wonder how fucked up her face looks.
"So, what exactly happened?" Joe asked, obviously concerned. "This drunk guy was hitting on me. He was talking about how shitty your band is and then he starting saying really sexist shit about how girls who cuss less are more attractive and that girls need men's approval over everything they do. I got really pissed and he wouldn't leave me alone, then he fucking groped my thigh, so I kicked him in the balls and smashed my glass over his head. Then he smashed my face into the bar." Joe looked confused and concerned all at once. He didn't really know how to respond.
"Being a girl must fucking suck, huh?" Was all he could manage. Christine let out a loud laugh, which hurt her nose, but she couldn't stop. He was right. It did fucking suck being a girl. Especially being a bisexual, Lebanese girl. Did Joe know she was Lebanese?
"Did you know I'm Lebanese?" She asked. Joe raised his eyebrow and chuckled. "Yeah, your dad was born in Lebanon. You've told me." Joe still wondered what happened to Christine's parents. She didn't say they were dead, or gone, in fact; she didn't say anything about them.
Joe was about the say something else to Christine, but she had fallen asleep.
"Hopefully our next date will go better. Good night." Joe whispered, before exiting the room to let her rest.

Okay this chapter is p long and I didn't know where or how to end it lmao I promise the next chapter will be frerard af I just needed some chroe. Jistine??? Wtf the fuck lmao bye
-Asia