Make A Wish <Patrick Stump Fanfic>

Hey Good Girl

Andy's pov
I push back and land beside Pete. Mya is still asleep in Patrick's lap. "She's so peaceful." Joe whispers while tickling her ear. Patrick swats him off. "Leave her alone! She just got done with surgery." He pulls Mya closer to his chest. "Ok. Damn." Joe gives in. I laugh and turn towards Mya. "Think she'll be ok?" I ask her new body guard, Patrick Stump. "Don't know. But I feel like she just might be." He smiles slightly at me. "I hope so." I brush her banes off her pale nose and eyes. "How much longer till we go on stage?" Pete finally speaks up. "An hour." Joe replies scanning the song list, "Wait. We're singing 'The Phoenix' or 'Miss Missing You'?" I stare at Patrick. "Well stumpy its your choice." I tell him, standing up and landing beside Pete once again. He pauses, "why not both?" We all nod. Lets do this.
Mya's pov
"You are a brick tied to me thats dragging me down!" Patrick's voice fills the room and wakes me up. I pull my phone up to my ear and unlock it. "Hey good girl (good girl) with your head in the clouds!" my music was still on. "Why do this to me Carrie." I whine at my phone. My phone is now on 23% battery. "What she do this time?" My eyes wonder over to the fedora wearing weirdo that my cousin calls his friend. "My phone's nearly dead." I sit up and allow him to sit by me. "And thats her fault?" He laughs. I nod and fall back on his chest. "Where's the others?" I ask him, not really caring. "Food court." he takes his fedora off. I take his fedora and plop it on my head. "Can you get me something?" I ask him. He smiles, "of course, Sugarcube." He gets up and walks out to get me my food. What a sweet guy.
Patrick's pov
I turn out the door and towards the food area. "Hey dude." Joe says, shoving a chip into his mouth. "Hey. Do we have any candy?" I ask thinking about what Mya may like. "We have skittles here." Pete tosses me a bag of sour skittles. "Thanks." I catch the candy just in time. I head back to our dressing room where Mya has tooken over the couch again. "SKITTLES!" She giggles grabing the back. "Yep. Skittles for my skittle!" I flush red. I run my hand through my hair. Did I just call her my skittle? "Ummm. Thanks!" She opens it and pours a few out onto her palm. "Here." she hands me 3 skittles and shove rhe rest in her mouth. She's so sweet.