Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

One

The cool air of Chicago blew swiftly at my face as I got off the train, lugging my suitcase behind me. Today was the first day of new opportunities. I had gotten on a plane early that morning for an hour long flight, then headed directly to the train station for a half hour ride into town. I had gotten a house on a quiet residential street which was perfect for my liking, and I needed some time to get myself situated before I went looking for a new job. Back in Iowa, I worked at an old grocery store where the walls were barely holding the place up. I was getting five dollars an hour, which wasn't working well for me. I wasn't able to pay my rent in my old apartment, so I finally made the decision to move to Chicago in hopes of a little change.

"Hey, do you need help with that bag?" Someone asked, tapping me on the shoulder as I unloaded my car. I turned around to make eye contact with the man who had gotten my attention. He was short, about 5'5 with blonde hair, and blue-ish green eyes. He was wearing a fedora, a pair of glasses, some jeans and a leather jacket. He was smiling at me, waiting for me to reply to his question, but I was frozen in my shoes, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar to me. I shook it off, and proceeded get my bag out of the car, stupidly ignoring his question. "So, I'll take that as a no?" He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, as he turned around and walked back to his house across the street.

"Oh, no! Wait!" I yelled, getting his attention immediately. He turned around, and jogged quickly back to me. He smiled. "I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm sorry. You just seem... Familiar to me." I explained with a smile as he grabbed one of my bags.

"No worries," He said with a cute smile plastered on his face. "I probably do seem familiar. I'm in a band, Fall Out Boy, you heard of us?" He asked, dragging the bag to the front door of the house which was hanging wide open. I nodded casually on the outside, but I began to freak out on the inside. Fall Out Boy was my all time favorite band! I had no idea how I didn't notice it was Patrick right away!

"Oh my gosh, yeah! I knew you seemed familiar, you're Patrick!" I replied, trying not to fangirl in front of him. I knew that if I let just a little bit of craziness slip out, he'd think I was weird and never talk to me again. He smiled, and continued helping me unpack. It took a while, but we had eventually gotten everything settled in.

"Thanks again for your help Patrick, you're a lifesaver." I gave him a shy smile. I looked at my feet for a second bringing my eyes back up to give him eye contact again.

"Hey, anytime," He replied, taking out a pen, grabbing my hand in the process. I looked down, and watched as he wrote his phone number on the palm of my hand. "Call me... let's hang out sometime, yeah?" He smiled and walked back home across the street. I'd only been in Chicago for two hours, and I was loving it already!