~Kidnapped~

~Chapter 1~

Muffled screams came from the trunk of the car as it drove down the highway. The young girl in the front seat laughed and turned up the music to drown her prisoner out. She didn't understand why he was so scared. She would never dare hurt him, no matter what the case was. He was her idol, that's all. And what's wrong with a girl wanting to be close to her idol?
The events of the night replayed a thousand times in her mind. She thought back to how perfect she had exicuted her plan. Sneaking into the concert was easy, considering the security guards were too busy hovering over the boys to notice her slip in. Although, they probably wouldn't have cared even if they did see her. She was innocent enough. Small, dressed in all black. The only really noticable thing about her was the bright blue hair she had. She could hardly be considered a threat to the band.
Getting to Patrick's dressing room, that was the hard part. She would have to do it during the show, when the boys were on stage. She would have to sneak past the security as well, or at least, the ones backstage who weren't occupied by making sure the screaming mass of fangirls didn't run on stage.
She stood as close to the doors as she could, making sure she had a clear view of what was happening on the stage as well. Every so often she glanced at the door, and every gime a security gaurd was stood there. She needed a distraction.
Looking around, she saw a fire alarm. Laughing to herself, she started towards it. She was almost there when the lights dimmed and a loud noise filled the air. She turned to look at the stage, eyes widening when she did.
There he was. The amazing Patrick Stump. The young girl stared at him as everyone around her cheered and screamed. She was excited, of course, and felt that she should be screaming with them. She just couldn't take her eyes off of the man in front of her. He was breathtaking as always, but even more so in person.
As if in a trance, the girl started making her way to the front of the crowd. She had to get closer to him.
She snapped back into reality the moment she started walking forward. She was here for a reason, and if she wanted to achieve her goal she would have to act fast.
She turned to the alarm next to her. She reached out, grabbed the handle, and pulled. A loud siren filled the air, along with screams and shouts. Everyone ran around trying to find the nearest exit. The whole of Fall Out Boy was usherd off stage by security.
This was her only shot. Once they realised there was no fire, everyone would be back. She had to get to the dressing room fast.
She ran through the doors, easily avoiding suspicion in the sea of frantic people. She quickly made it down the hallway, following the signs to Patrick's room. She found it at the end of the hall, near an exit.
Perfect.
She would wait untill he came to collect his things. She didn't care how long it took, she would wait for him. Then she would sinply gag him, tie him up, and throw him in the backseat. She pulled out the bandanna and rope from the bag she had taken with her.
She sat in that room for a good two hours before Patrick finally arrived. Then she took cover behind the mirror in the corner of the room. As he walked through the doors, she noticed the distressed look on his face. She immediately felt guilty, wishing only to wipe that terrible look from his face. He deserved only happiness. And she could give him that. She could make him happy. She could give him anything he wanted. A home. Food. A nice place to sleep. She already had his room planned out. A nice spot in the basement for him to stay. All he had to do was go with her.
As Patrick was turned away from her, grabbing his stuff and mumbling to himself about the events of the night, she stalked up behind him ad wrapped the gag around his mouth.
He tried to scream and stuggle, but she was ready with the rope. She quickly tied him up and started dragging bim out of the room. She pulled him across the hall and through the doors. He continued to struggle, viciously trying to get out of the ropes that held him.
They made out to her car and she opened the trunk and threw him in. She hated seeing him uncomfortable, but had he sat up front with her he may have tried to escape. This was the only thing that could ensure he stayed put.
The girl closed the trunk and ran to the front seat. She got into the car, rushing to get it started. It was a long drive to her house. Well, Patrick's house as well now. She smiled at the thought.
She started driving, humming along to the music coming from the radio as the moon glided across then
sky and the city lights glowed.

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I literally have no idea what I just wrote but you know what, I had fun doing it. Maybe a little to much fun if I'm being completely honest.

This story is dedicated to one of my best friends, OMFGFallOutBoy
Happy Birthday, and I hope you enjoy the story.

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