Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter Seven

Andy's POV

"GO SUCK A DICK!" I screamed at Joe. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Gladly." He said, and I rolled my eyes. Joe and I were playing Mario Kart, and he had just blue-shelled me. I groaned in defeat as he won the race, throwing down my controller. Joe laughed at me. Flipping him off, I got up from the couch. I checked my phone, which has become a habit over the past few days ever since Patrick went missing.

"That's weird..." I said quietly to myself. Joe looked up.

"What?"

"Brendon has called me like twenty times. Let me call him back-" I was interrupted by a knocking at the door. I went to answer it. Surprise, surprise, it was Brendon. He looked flustered. "Brendon? What is wrong?" I asked, ushering him into the house. "Joe, Brendon is here." I shouted.

"Is Pete here?" Brendon demanded. I shook my head, a strike of panic going through my body.

"No, why? Where is he?" Joe walked up.

"Yesterday, I called him, and he was up to something. He hung up on me, but before that he was like running. Now he won't answer my phone calls." Brendon ran his hand through his hair, making it look even messier. I pulled out my phone and called Pete. It went straight to voicemail.

I was starting to panic a little more. Joe noticed this, and gave me a smile.

"Guys, let's calm down. He could literally be sleeping or something. It is Pete, com'on. You guys are giving him too much credit. Pete is fine." Joe said. "Let's get some pizza, and just hang out. It has been a crazy week, and we need to calm down. Tomorrow we can go over to Pete's house." I let out a breath before nodding.

"Yeah. Okay. Pete is fine, just he needs space." I said, trying to calm my nerves. Brendon looked dubious, but relented.

"Okay. Fine." Brendon finally said, and walked with us into the living room. We ordered pizza, played video games, and tried to forget about this week. Brendon stepped out of the room to call Pete a few more times, but there was no reply.

"I... Can we go to his house today? I am just really nervous." Brendon asked, standing the the doorway. I paused the video game, and looked at Joe.

"I want to do that. Just to make sure that he is safe." I said, standing up. Joe sighed, but stood up with me. The three of us got ready, and I tried to calm my nerves.

"I have a key to his place," Joe said as we walked out the door. The walk to Pete's house was quiet, and short. Pete wasn't missing. He wasn't kidnapped either... We all knew that it was a possibility that Patrick's kidnapper would come after the rest of Fall Out Boy. Just... Why? What did they want? We hadn't received any ransom notes, no requests for money in return for Patrick.

In a matter of minutes, we were there. Pete's car wasn't there, but we still got into the house. As soon as Joe unlocked the door, Brendon and I ran inside.

"Pete!" I shouted. "You home?" I went into the kitchen. Nothing. Wait... "Guys!" I yelled. Joe and Brendon were next to me in an instant. "Look what I found."

Pete's credit card sat on the counter. Brendon sucked in a deep breath. "Let's go upstairs." I said. I didn't bother taking off my shoes, and ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time. I raced into Pete's room.

The bed wasn't made, and the closet was a mess. After searching around for a little bit, the three of us discovered what was all missing.

Five of Pete's favorite t-shirts