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

Just so you can bring me down

December 28th Jordans pov Friday

I was up in my room eating vanilla ice cream in my gray sweat pants and green day shirt.

I watched Jurassic Park shoving ice cream in my face with my bed comfier around me.

I heard a knock on the door and I got up looking down the stairs to see Pete standing outside. The fucks he doing here at 7pm.

I walked down not caring how I look considering the guys don't give a shit so why should I.

"Sup Pete." I said opening the door.

"Get dressed we're getting tattoos." He said stepping in.

"Dude you know how my dad is about tattoos."

"He's never home he'll never see it if you get it in the right place."

I've wanted a tattoo forever. My mom had two and I was always so fascinated by them.

"Ok-umm just give me a minute. How much will this shit cost."

"I've got it."

"Pete no-"

"Jordan I've got it go get dressed."

I ran up to my room turning off the tv ripping off my sweat pants and putting on my skinny jeans from earlier.

I walked back downstairs.

"Ok let's get this shit." Pete said as we walked out and I closed the door. Petes already gotten tattooed. Me on the other hand. Nope. But I knew exactly what I wanted.

We walked to Pete car where Patrick was in the passenger seat.

"You're getting a tattoo?" I said knowing Patrick's fear of needles.

"Nope I'm going to watch you two get them."

"Cool." I said as I turned on the radio.

I cant believe I'm actually doing this. but I'm 18 it shouldn't matter right. We drove down to the small place in town.

Pete got his first tattoo when he was 15. We walked out of the car and went into the small shop.

The man at the desk talked to Pete and I while Patrick watched us. Pete already knew what he was getting. I knew what I wanted so we both got them drawn up.

"Are you getting what you've always wanted?" Patrick asked. He's known that I've wanted this forever.

"Yes." I said very nervous and excited. I was shaking a little bit and Patrick tried to calm me down.

The guy came out with Petes design. I told Pete that he would be going first which he was totally fine with.

He went finishing his in 20 minutes. I went up and sat on the chair while everything was getting prepared.

The guy came out with the design and put it on my shoulder. I figured it would be okay there since I always wear oversized tee shirts it would cover.

I started shaking more as he started getting the needle ready. Patrick grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze.

The needle went into my skin pinching at first and I squeezed Patrick's hand a little. After a bit it started to hurt a little less and in 10 minutes it was done.

He wiped off the ink and the little bit of blood.

"You're done." The guy said. I thanked him. Pete and I went up he paid for the both of us and Patrick sat looking at it.

The tattoo was a bass clef and upside down treble clef. It formed to make a heart and it had a little line the goes on a heart beat monitor through it.

"Wow." He said staring at it making sure not to touch it. We walked out of the little shop and got in the car. I say thinking about how it will always be there.

I've thought about this countless times but I can't help it. I've always liked tattoos but I have a fear of piercings. It's weird but whatever.

We got back to my house. I told Pete and Patrick that they could both stay over for a while.

We watched a movie. Patrick and Pete talked about some songs they worked on.

We ate dinner and they left shortly after. I decided to try to go to bed early that night but all I could think about was Patrick. I just wanted to be with him. I really really want to but he would never like me.

I'm stupid, ugly, fat. No one would ever love me. Patrick's the most talented, smart, goddamn it he's so fucking amazing I can't begin to describe him.

Sorry for the short chapter.