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

Part Nine - Cut it Loose

A couple weeks had gone by since me and Patrick officially got together, and I think I could finally feel my life coming back to me. I still got depressed every now and again, but now I had someone who would hold me, and tell me it's alright, and I finally was starting to believe him.

I'd been at almost every band practice since, and even did a couple duets with Patrick, which was amazing. I really enjoyed singing again, even though I wasn't nearly as good as Patrick since it had been so long. I noticed Pete had gotten quieter and quieter as the weeks had gone on, and I was worried, thinking about that poem he wrote, I wondered if maybe he though he had to change for me since I was around so much now, or if I made him feel like he was getting closed out, him having been Patrick's best friend and all, I'd heard of that happening before. I hoped not.

Band practice was at our house tonight, and I was looking forward to doing a new duet with Patrick I'd finally memorized. I think it was called 'Saturday', it was very fast paced, but I think I can handle it.

"Hey, Y/N," Patrick said when I came walking into the living room, they were all there already and set up, he already had his guitar around his neck, so he had to hold it out of the way when he kissed me, maybe a little more than he should have since all the guys were waiting on us.

"YouHoo, lovebirds, we've got songs to play," Andy said from behind his drum set.

Patrick reluctantly pulled away from me and said, "Have you got the song down?"

"Finally, yes," I smiled.

"Alright, are you guys ready?" he asked them.

"Yes!" they all shouted, though Pete kind of just muttered it. I wish he hadn't started with the duet it made it seem like I was priority over the band, I didn't want Pete to think I was stealing his work or anything.

"Alright, count us off Andy," he said and I took my place to the side of the mic beside Patrick, seeing as I had the first line I leaned in closer, and started singing instantly with the music.

Pete's POV

I made the mistake of coming to Patrick's house sober for band practice. Ever since that night at my house they'd been all over each other. I hated them for being so inconsiderate, completely ignoring the fact the I... That we were all waiting here wanting to play music and instead being forced to watch them put there tongues down each other's throats.

I finished tuning my bass, as Y/N walked in, as usual immediately Patrick attacked her. I growled and rolled my eyes, focusing my eyes back on my bass, putting it in and out of tune in order to keep myself busy.

I was about ready to leave when Andy finally stepped in and said, "YooHoo, lovebirds, we've got songs to play."

I sighed in releaf finally being able to look back up when he let go of her.

"Have you got the song down?" referring to the song we've just started playing that I wrote a few weeks ago.

"Finally, yes," she smiled, nice to know it was so horrible for her to have to memorize my lyrics.

"Alrightt you guys ready?" he asked us.

I muttered, "yes," wanting to get on with it, I hadn't talked much to Patrick since that night either, cause when I did all he talked about was her, and how much he liked kissing her, and it made me want to kill myself.

"Alright, count us off Andy," Andy did so, and I quickly forgot everything and started focusing everything on the song I was playing:

I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast

It could be worse, I could be taking you there with me.

I'm good to go, but it looks like I'm still on my own

I'm good to go for something golden, though the motions I've been through have failed

I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.

Then her voice cracks as they sang:

When I say!!!

And that's when it started.

They both stopped, and she growled, "I knew I was going to mess that up!" she said frustrated with herself.

"It's fine, at least you looked great while you did it," he smirked grabbing her around the waist, abandoning the song altogether and started kissing her.

"Are you fucking kidding me," I muttered, dropping my bass...

Your POV

"Hey, HEY!" Pete yelled from behind us, and Patrick stopped kissing me looking at him.

"What?"

"I thought this was band practice, not a fucking make out party."

"Calm down, man, it's not like we've got gigs to practice for yet."

"No and we never will if you keep wasting your mouth on her!" he yelled motioning to me, though when he saw me looking back he instantly looked down.

"What's your problem Pete?" Patrick asked, and I was honestly confused now too.

"Nothing! You just don't need to be having sex in front of us when we have things to do, or can we all just leave so you can be alone?" he answered avoiding looking at me.

"You're being ridiculous, okay, we'll get back to the song," he said turning to the mic, though I really didn't want to sing right now.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't want to fucking be around you anymore, I'm leaving," he said taking his bass off of his neck.

"Pete, seriously, what's going on, why are you being such a dick?" Patrick almost yelled turning back to him.

Pete hesitated looking from me to him, "Alright, alright, you want to know what's going on? You really want to know? What's going on is I can't fucking stand you anymore!" he yelled.

"Why, what the fuck did I do?!" Patrick yelled back.

"What did you do?" he asked and nearly threw his bass to the side, "I'll tell you what you fucking did, you broke my heart!"

"...Wait... what?" Joe asked from the side, he and Andy sharing quizicle glances.

"You don't really care about Y/N!"

What did I have to do with this?

"Look man, I tried, I tried as hard as I fucking could to not let it bother me, but dammit Patrick you're a fucking ass hole! Every time I talk to you, you go on and on about how hot Y/N is and how great is to kiss her, completely overlooking the fact that she's more than just fucking gorgeous, she's creative, and she's nice, and she's accepting, and smart, and the best thing about her is that she's troubled, she's had so much shit happen to her, but she's so fucking strong because she does't let it bring her down, and that's amazing, and Y/N I admire you so much for that, and this dick doesn't even realize what he's got. Fuck Y/N I love you, I've loved you so much since the day you read my poem and actually understood, and I tried I promise I tried but it's eating me alive, and I can't do it anymore, I can't watch you being mauled by a guy who doesn't even appreciate you, so Patrick you can go fuck yourself!" he finished picking up his bass and storming between me and Patrick who were frozen in shock, and leaving the house without another word.

Everyone was silent for the longest time, Andy and Joe kept looking from me and Patrick and at each other, but Patrick kept his eyes on the ground, and I stared after Pete.

'Why didn't he ever tell me?' I thought.