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

Part Six - Blood Cells Pixilate

WARNING CONTAINS SEMISMUT

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I hadn't spoken since what happened with Pete. I felt so stupid for freaking out like that about not only something I knew nothing about, but someone I'd really only just met. I was trying to stay out my room more still, actually coming down for meals, and occasionally Patricia would ask me to go to the store with her, and stuff, but it still just didn't feel right. However no matter how hard I tried, time wouldn't stop, so I had to make the most of it.

I stood in front of Patrick's door clutching my hand in a fist ready to knock. I wonder if this is what he did? Or am I just the wierd one?

I bit my lip, and finally just knocked.

I heard commotion, but then the door opened, and he was standing there in his pajamas, looking like hell. I forgot no one else was usually awake at four in the morning.

"Oh hey, um, is everything okay?" he asked in a scratchy voice. I definitely just woke him up.

"Um," he seemed to wake right up then hearing me talk, "I was just... Never mind," I turned to go.

"Wait," he stopped me, "Um come in," he motioned into his room, and turned inside. I hesitated, but walked in, and he motioned to the bed, and sat on a chair in the corner of his room. I sat on his bed, and he said,

"Alright, consider me your therapist, now," he pulled out a notepad with words and stuff already sprawled on it, and flipped to a blank page, "Now how do you feel?" he looked harshly at me.

I laughed, "Um I think, I don't know, I feel... Lonely, I guess."

He softened his expression, then scribbled random markings on the paper, and threw it across the room, "I've got it!" he stood up.

I looked at him alarmed.

"We, are going to have a movie night, or I guess morning."

"But you were sleeping, I..."

"Nope, come on," he led me out of his room, and into the living room.

Five minutes later we were both sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in between us, watching Ghostbusters.

"This is my favorite movie," he said smiling at the tv.

"Really, I hadn't noticed from you saying the entire script under your breath," I smiled.

He looked at me, and rolled his eyes, "Well it's good."

"I've never actually seen it," I admitted.

"What!?" he sounded almost offended by this, "How has someone living in my house never seen Ghostbusters?!"

"I just never saw it," I shrugged, and laughed.

"Well then shut up, and watch," he

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"So what did you think?" he asked when it was over.

"It was alright," I smirked.

"Alright it was fantastic!" he stood when he said that, and looked down at me.

I laughed, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, it was good."

"Oh okay," he turned, and took the dvd out, "Now what do you want to watch?"

I shrugged.

"Alright, we've got The Exorcist, or The Little Mermaid."

"Um The Exorcist," I said.

"Really?! I mean, yeah, exorcist, cool," I laughed, and he turned putting it in. The popcorn bowl was empty, so I moved it to the coffee table in front of us, and turned to turn off the lamp.

When I turned back Patrick was sitting beside me, and our arms were pressed up against each other. I felt this warmth rush through my body, and looked at him he was focused on the television. I'm not sure if he even noticed, but I could hardly breath. I tried to inconspicuously pull my arm away worried about him moving his first, and he looked down, at where my arm was, but quickly bit his lip, and went back to watching the movie.

I looked over at him, and he glanced at me, making me quickly look away. What was happening to me?

A half an hour or so later

"Ah geeze what the hell is wrong with her?!" Patrick cried, peeking through his hands at the screen.

"she's possessed," I laughed at him. I'd seen this movie a thousand or so times before, so it barely even fazed me now, but he looked like he was about to have an panic attack.

"Ugh, but she's all, oh my god what is she doing?!"

"Is this to intense for you?" I asked.

"No no I'm good," he said trying to compose himself, and lowered his hand, "Dammit!" he cried again, and hid his face in my shoulder.

I laughed, but then became overwhelmingly aware of how close he was to me now, and just stared at him. He went to look back at the screen, but he caught my gaze, and I quickly looked away. He put his index finger on my chin, and turned my face back to him, and we stared at each other. I held my breath, and he placed his lips carefully with mine, as though they would break. He looked at me then, as though to ask permission, and I smiled, leaning in so our lips met again, this time a bit harder. We moved out lips in unison together, and I put my hands on the back of his neck, and got up on my knees so I was pulling him to me. He put his hands on my waist, and leaned back, so I was laying on top of him, and we just kissed. Holding our bodies as close together as possible.

"Oh my," I heard Patricia's voice say, and we quickly parted, and looked at her.

"Oh god, mom, hi, good morning," he said as I crawled off of him, and he tried to disguise the bulge in his pants with a pillow.

"Um good morning, I'm sorry, I'll just be, breakfast," she pointed behind her, "bye," she turned, and almost ran to the kitchen, away from us.

I watched after her, then looked back at Patrick who was biting his bottom lip, and blushing like I'd never seen him, or anyone else blush before.

He moved, so we were both facing the tv again, and just stared forward. Not even watching the movie, just not wanting to have to admit what just happened.

"So," he said after a few minutes.

"So," I repeated awkwardly.

"That was, interesting."

"Yeah, yeah it was," we still wouldn't look at each other.

We just sat there for a few minutes, and then he started laughing.

"What?" I finally looked at him smiling.

"My mother just walked in on me and my step sister making out in her living room!" he said still not being able to stop laughing.

I thought about it, and started laughing too.

"You think she'll ever be able to look at us again?" I asked.

"If she does, there will always be that little glint of horror in her eyes, when she remembers."

I continued laughing, but stopped when I thought of something.

"What?" he asked, adn stopped laughing as well.

"Oh, nothing, it's just," I looked down, "So we wont, ever do it again?"

"I mean, I guess it would be kind of weird," he said, realizing it as well.

"Yeah, so it was just this once?" I looked at him.

"Yeah," he looked at me, and pursed his lips.