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

Part Ten - Young Hollywood is On the Other Line/Eyes Dilate

TRIGGER WARNING

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It had been about a week since Pete's little speech. There hadn't been any band practice seeing as no one could figure out if it was appropriate for them still use Pete's songs if we wasn't int he band anymore, and no one was really sure whether or not he was out of the band.

Me and Patrick had been a little awkward for the first couple days, but now he was laying in my bed, and my head was on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

I wasn't sure how I felt anymore, I knew I loved Patrick, but after what Pete said, I'd never thought about it, but Patrick had never pointed out any of those things accept that I looked good. Which granted was great, but it made me wonder if Patrick really didn't notice those things or if it was just one of his quirks that made him not sure if he should say anything or not.

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"We need to get Pete back," Andy said across the table. Me, Patrick, Pete, and Andy were at a diner, while they were having a band meeting. I expected this conversation, but I didn't think he'd be so blunt about it.

"Pete's not coming back, you heard him," Joe muttered playing with his food.

"He's a guy with a crush, he'll get over it, but if we let him push us away that easily all our music careers are over," he continued.

"I know," Patrick said, staring at his drink, "He's clearly not going to listen to me though."

"I'll go talk some sense into him," Andy said, "he's not mad at me, maybe if he still likes have of us I can get him to come back."

"Yeah, but we might have to get a new singer," Joe said, smirking at Patrick.

"Shut up!" Patrick said, and I laughed focusing on my food that I didn't really feel like eating.

Andy's POV

Y/N and I had become really good friends at this point. She was generally preoccupied with Patrick recently, but when we did hang out I knew she had become my best friend. So I couldn't help but think about what Pete had said, Patrick was a nice guy, one of the nicest guys I know, but he was a teenager just like the rest of us, and we don't always think with our brains. Not to mention the fact that Pete had never acted this way about a girl before, he was a one night stand kind of guy. He treated women like toys, and the fact that he could say all those things about Y/N on the spot mad me wonder if maybe she was making the wrong choice.

I drove up to Pete's house, and hesitated before getting out. I wasn't sure how I was going to go about this, if Patrick and Y/N were still together, he would just be going back to the exact same situation he wanted to get away from. Joe was joking, but it might be an actual thing we need to consider for the sake of the band.

I got out and walked up to the door, again hesitating, but finally drew a breath and nocked on the door.

No answer.

I checked and saw Pete's car was still in the driveway, so I nocked again.

No answer.

We'd been friends for a long time so I wasn't to worried about letting myself in. The door was unlocked anyways, which was not something you should do in this city, but it helped me.

"Pete?" I called as I closed the door behind me, "You home?!"

No answer still. I walked up to his room and the door was closed.

I nocked, "Pete? It's almost 5 pm you can't be sleeping? You in there?!" I called and opened the door looking in, "Pete, come on," he was laying in the bed with his eyes closed, "It's 5 int he afternoon I need to talk to you," I said shaking his shoulder, but his body was limp. I froze and looked beside him seeing an empty bottle of prescribed pills, "Oh my god..."

Your POV

I was watching a rerun of some old sitcom when it happened...

The home phone rang, which Patricia, who was in the kitchen making dinner, answered, "Hello? ... She's right here," she put her hand over the speaker of the phone, "Y/N it's for you," she smiled.

I got up and took the phone from her, "Hello?"

"Y/N, it's Andy," he said through the phone, his voice sounded shaky and weak, I instantly felt a sick feeling come over me, like I knew something horrible happened.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

"It's Pete," he said and then it sounded like he'd started crying, "He-he overdosed, I'm at the hospital, Y/N I need somebody here, I don't know what to do."

I felt like collapsing but forced myself to go numb so I could help him, "Where are you?" I asked holding back my emotions.

"The hospital, in the ER, they made me stay in the waiting room, Y/N I don't like it here." I got a flash back to when the cops took me to the hospital, and what I found when I got there, I didn't want to go, I wanted to go lock myself in my room and pretend like nothing happened, but I couldn't I had to help him.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," I said hanging up. I stood frozen for a second staring into space.

"Honey what's wrong?" Patricia asked looking worried.

I started to answer but lost it, the sick feeling of anxiety getting to me, and I ran into the bathroom actually getting sick.