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

We are wild

March 28 Thursday
Jordans pov

Patrick and I were at his house. His mom was apparently freaking out when she found out we were dating.

She was the one who always said we would.

Also Patrick and I have been dating for half a month. Maybe a little over.

If anything I think we've grown closer. Were always over one anothers house. We'd cuddle all the time. He would trace over my tattoo.

My dad thought we'd been secretly dating since we met so he didn't really seem to care about us dating.

He's been busy with his new girlfriend anyways. She's nice I never have really talked to her and I don't want to.

Patrick and I finished eating and went up to this room. We sat on his bed and he played with my hair with the dark red tips.

We were taking about the most random things ever. "Where's your most favorite place in the world to be?"

"Anywhere next to you." Patrick responded.

"You're so cheesy I love it." I said turning and looking at him and he held me tight in his arms.

"This year seems like it's gone by so fast." He said.

"I know, we'll be out of high school soon." I said.

I got up and decided to put on some music. I got Michael Jacksons 'Bad' album and put it on the record player.

Patrick laid still on the bed motioning me to come back to him. I smiled and laid with him putting his head in the crook of my neck. Our legs tangled together.

I love this. I love us.

A little later I went home getting ready for school tomorrow. It was 8 o'clock. I got In the shower and decided to actually do the little homework I had.

I looked at my phone and saw Sydney calling me. I picked up.

"Hey, I was wondering about something." Sydney said.

"What's that my dearest friend?"

"Well, umm I've been writing some songs and I wanted to know if you'd listen to them? If you dont-"

"Sydney of course I do." I said.

"Okay, well could I come over tomorrow and play them for you. Maybe get your opinions?"

"Yeah totally."

"Okay, thank you so much, night."

"Night." I said.

I headed off to my room. Things have been going great. Patrick keeps my mind off of a lot of things.

Sure I still get depressed every now and then but it's so much better now. I don't really think about my mom anymore.

It's funny to think one person can have such a big impact on you. I soon started to drift off to sleep with nothing but Patrick on my mind.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I turned it off looking at the weather seeing it was going to be warm today.

I got up looking at my closet. I picked out a Guns and Roses t-shirt and black shorts wearing a black and white flannel around my waist.

I got my grey vans and a pair of underwear. I went to the bathroom changing, brushing my teeth and hair and putting of mascara.

I stopped wearing my moms necklace a while ago. It kinda helped not always being reminded of her. I keep it in a little drawer in the bathroom.

I went downstairs grabbing a granola bar and put away my things in my book bag.

I played music while eating and kinda just dancing around the kitchen. I heard a knock at the door. Today's the day Patrick leaves to go record.

I opened it seeing his happy face.

"Hey there sugar." He said kissing me.

"Awh, look at you being all cute." I said motioning for him to come in.

"I'm so nervous and excited." He told me.

"Well you're gonna be amazing, like always."

"I wish you could go with me, but if we get big I'll bring you on tour with me, and well travel all over together. Maybe we'll get a nice house, and then we can be alone together." He said, so much hope and happiness on his face.

"I seriously love you so fucking much!" I hugged him.

"Good because I'm never leaving your side, ever."

Patrick and I sat around taking for a little bit and he insisted on driving me to school. In the car I helped calm him down. He was going over a few cities to record.

We arrived at the wonderful place, hell.

"I'm sorry I have to leave you baby." He said.

"It's okay Tricky, go make your music. I'll get whatever you miss today for you." I said leaning over the center console and kissed his nose.

"I love you, tell me when you get home." He said.

"Okay. Love you." I said getting out of the car. He drove off and I walked up to the building. Thank god I'll at least have Sydney.

Throughout the day Patrick would text me telling me were he's at and ask if i was okay.

I collected his work and at the end of the day Sydney went home with me and played me about 5 songs.

Patrick would send little videos of the guys messing around in the studio.

I can't wait for him to come back. Even thought it's been a day.