I'm falling in love with my best friend (Patrick Stump)

I will sing you pretty sounds

Tuesday (sept 21)

Today the guys had their band practice. They asked me to come this time. For the last few practices they didn't have me come since they really just were in the writing process.

Patrick and I were talking all day today about what's been happening with me. I didn't really want to tell him. But that's what helped the last time.

I love how helpful Patrick is. And caring. God is so perfect.

"So you coming to our practice?" Pete asked kinda excited.

"I guess, why you so exited."

"Because you're gonna be the first person to hear our original songs." Joe said.

"Oh sweet!" I said getting a little bit happy myself.

"We're only gonna play 3 since we need to still fix some others." Andy said.

"3 is better then none."

"True." Pete said.

The five of us all walked to Joes. I love going over to Joes house because his house is so nice. Even the attic, which is where they practice.

"Ok the first ones called Saturday." Pete said. I listened to them. Mainly watching Patrick sing. I love his singing and I don't hear it too often.

Near the end Pete started screaming. I didn't expect it from him but I should of.

"That was fuckin awesome." I said and they all said thanks at the same time.

"Ok this is- shit what's this one?" Pete asked.

"Chicago is so two years ago." Patrick said. Which is another amazing song. The last one they sang for me was called. Dead on arrival. They all are amazing.

"You guys are gonna make it big one day." I said.

"'Maybe." Patrick said sitting down next to me taking a drink.

"So someone's 18th birthday is in two weeks. What would you like?"

Two weeks later September 28

Best day of my life for my parents. Not so much for me. It pretty much indicates that in two days it will be the worst day of my life.

Why do we even celebrate birthdays. Oh you're a year closer to death let's celebrate!

Maybe that's why you get presents. They feel bad you're getting closer to death.

God I'm fucked up. I got up getting dressed. It's slowly getting colder and I'm getting more and more sad about what's coming up.

I put on blue jeans and a oversized black hoodie, pairing it with my converse.

I walked downstairs and saw a note from my dad.

"Happy birthday. Don't make breakfast or do anything go straight over to Patrick's house."

Okay. I looked at my phone seeing a text from Patrick.

Doors unlocked. It read. I picked up my book bag and walked down locking the door.

I walked over to Patrick's, even though he says its fine if I walk right in it doesn't. But I did anyways.

"Happy birthday!" Patrick, his mom, brother and sister all screamed. I smiled and said "thanks guys!"

"Come on in breakfast is waiting." His mom said.

"You didn't have to do this for me." I told her.

"Please honey, it's your 18th birthday." She said and I laughed. Patrick said next to me.

"Man your so old." He said joking.

"Aye I'm only 7 months older Stumpy."

"Aw date already." His sister said walking in getting pancakes.

"Go away Megan." Patrick said.

"Just sayin." She said walking out. We finished our pancakes.

"Hey follow me." Patrick said as I out my plate in the sink. I followed him down to the basement.

"So since your dad couldn't be home he old me to give you your present and I think it's pretty cool." He said turning on the lights.

"Holy smokes." I said under my breath I walked over to the present. It was a brand new bass.

My old one is so shitty it's from when I was 10. This one is so amazing. It's a blue-purple color. The neck is a laugh color wood and on the fret board it's a darker oak color wood.

"And my present to you." Patrick said setting down the box.

I opened the box revealing a amp.

"Trick you didn't have to." I said hugging him.

"No but you're my best friend." He said hugging me back.

I looked at the instrument once more and then Patrick.

"Well we better get going. The guys are coming over after school to celebrate with us." Patrick told me.

"Yay I can tease Pete with the new bass."