Dance Miserable (A Patrick Stump fanfic)

Explode

"Hey everyone!" Patrick exclaimed after he finished This City, I can't help but scream back.

"For those who don't know me I'm Patrick Stump," he grins and then winks and places his hand on his hip. I actually think I'm going to faint. 

"You know this is great but let's crank this up a bit. Let's make it Explode!" 

He launches into the song. And I sing along again. Out of nowhere I feel a hand grip my waist, the persons nails digging into my skin. It's my boss. Barbie doll is nowhere to be seen.

"Mr Peterson? Wha- What do you think you're doing?" I try to edge him off me but he just holds on tighter. 

"Oh come on Paige. We're not at work. There's no reason to be so formal. You know my name's Dave," he whispers into my ear. Or maybe he's talking normally. All I know is I have to get away from him. His breath stinks of drink and his voice is slurred.

"Mr Peterson, you're confused. What happened to Barb-Lindsy?"

"Oh that slut? She got boring, you're my prey now," he leans in further, "now come on, let's blow this excuse for music and go to mine," he grabs my wrist with his free hand and tries to drag me away.

"No!" I shout at him, I manage to rip my hand away.

"Now, now Paige. You want a job don't you? These days it's so easy to get fired." His smile is venomous as he tries to grab my wrist again.

"Well that's fine with me because I QUIT!!!" Oh shit. That was a bit loud. I think Patrick even heard that.

Dave's smile disappears and it's replaced by a hand coming into contact with my face, hard. I fall back in shock and cry out. The tears come down fast as the left side of my face begins to sting. 

"Oh bitch you'll regret that and come running back in no time!" From my position on the ground things seem to pan out in slow motion. First Patrick stops singing and the band stops playing. 

"Hey!" He shouts at Dave, "anyone ever tell you it's not ok to hit someone?"

"What do you care? She deserved it!" Everyone is silent know. I'm too shocked to say anything. Patrick Stump is defending me.

"No, she didn't," Patrick glares at him and he sounds really pissed, "get out...now," he hisses.

"Okay I'm going," I see two of the security come towards him, "your music is shit anyway!" He spits before he has to be dragged out. Nobody is saying anything. 

Someone grabs my hand and helps me up. 

"Are you okay?" He looks genuinely concerned. I nod back. 

"Are you absolutely sure? Maybe you should get some air," I nod again and take Patrick's advice. 

Outside I hear the music start again. I take in a breath of fresh air.

"Paige? Oh god Chicken are you okay?" My dad comes running out and hugs me.

"I-I'm okay. Oh dad I'm so sorry, I don't have a job anymore," I look at him worriedly.

My dad looks back at me as if I was stupid, "Paige do you really think I want you working for that creep?" He reaches out to hug me and I accept, "you'll find better work."

"Thanks dad. I love you."

"I love you too. Now do you need anything for your face?  An ice pack?"

"No, I'm fine, I think I'll go back in again." I calmly say. I might as well. It is Patrick Stump after all. I can't believe he stood up for me like that.

"Okay...try to enjoy yourself," my dad looks reluctant to let me leave but I start to walk in anyway.

"See you later dad."

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When I walk back in, the band has just finished playing whatever song it was. I make my way back up to the front. Patrick sees me and winks. I grin, foolishly back. 

"So um, do you want to pick the next song?" He asks looking at me. 

"Uh..." Oh crap, my mind just freezes in shock, again. Think, think, think.

"Oh! Run Dry!" I manage to shout up at him.

"Sure! Run Dry, coming up!"

One more shot then I'm quitting forever

Cross my heart, cross my fingers

Cross my heart, cross my fingers...

I once again loose myself in the music and Patrick's amazing voice. Surely, nothing else can go wrong now?

So there's the third chapter. Hope you like it. Xx