A Scar Away From Falling Apart (A Fall Out Boy Fanfiction)

Part Five - A Stitch Away From Making It

TRIGGER WARNING

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Patrick's POV

"Mom," I asked walking into the kitchen the next morning.

"Yes sweetie?" she asked not looking up from the pan she was cooking breakfast in.

"Umm, I was thinking about taking Y/N out with me and the guys to a movie or something tonight."

"OH!" she smiled, and hugged me, abandoning the food, "I knew you two would get along after a while, and I've been starting to worry about her, Ugh you're so sweet!" she hugged me again, and kissed my cheek.

I laughed, and hugged her back, "Well you raised me."

"Ahh."

"Um, but I haven't actually asked her yet," I confessed.

"I see," she let go, and returned to her almost burning pan of food.

"She just doesn't seem very social, I didn't want to just go right up there and throw it in her face, then she might say no."

"Well, how about you start by trying to get her to come and eat some breakfast," she smiled at me.

I nodded, "I'll try." This wasn't going to go well. I walked out of the kitchen, and up the stairs hesitating in front of her room. What if she knew it was me last night. Crap. I held my breath, and nocked quickly before I changed my mind.

You're POV

I'd been awake in bed for almost four hours now, and haven't moved. I watched the sun come up, and listened as everyone else came up with it. I heard a quick nock on my door, and almost jumped, having become used to the silence since everyone was downstairs.

I stood, and walked slowly over to it, wondering whether I should open it, or wait until whoever it was left. I decided on the latter, and opened the door quickly before I changed my mind.

"Oh hi," Patrick said wide eyed in surprise, probably not expecting me to open the door.

I smiled weakly, and nodded.

"Um, wow, okay so, Mom, or Patricia, she wanted to ask, or well she wanted me to see if you wanted," I raised an eyebrow, "or if you could come down, and eat something, since you've been hiding up here for a while, and well, you are looking a bit anorexic now," I tilted my head to the side, "I mean, you look great it's just, you, I, she," he sighed, "You want to come down or not?"

I shrugged.

"Alright, I'll meet you down there then," He said and I nodded. He started to walk away, and I looked at the floor, "Wait," he turned back to me, "How are you?"

I just stared at him.

"I mean, you've been through a lot, and don't seem to be really particularly intrigued with being here."

Was it him last night?

"Although, I guess you can't talk, or wont, or whatever, but I just want you to know that if you do want to talk, my door is right next to yours and it's always open. Well unless it's closed, but then feel free to open it. Actually knock first, cause I might be doing, things. Or just come in if it's serious or..."

I stepped forward quickly and hugged him.

"Oh, okay," he stopped babbling, and hugged me back.

I don't know why I did it, but hearing him say all those things, knowing that he did care a little bit made me, I don't know, feel something. Plus his rambling was getting a little annoying, and didn't seem to have an end.