Make A Wish <Patrick Stump Fanfic>

This ain't a scene

Mya's pov
I kinda hate it. I hate how Patrick said 'skittles for my skittle.' I mean he's a good man but if he knew my past he wouldn't have said that. Plus he has a girlfriend. I sigh and look down at my converse covered feet. "You ok?" Andy sits down by me. "Yeah. Just deep in thought." I push into his side, "You can leave."
"Why?" he asks me, "let me guess wanting 'Trick to sit with you?" He makes a kiisy face making me blush. "Shut up! Thats not it at all. And I dont like Patrick like that." I argue. He stands up and walks back to his seat. "Hey." I grin at the sound of his voice. By 'his' I mean Patrick freaking Stump's. "What you so happy about?" I poke his cheek. "Elisa is joining us for the next few weeks." he informs me. I frown. Why am I upset by this? "Wait few weeks?" I point out to him. He nods, "she can't join us on the Canada part cause of work." I shrug and lay against Pete who was to my left. He smiles sleepily and pulls me closer. "Get some rest, Princess." he whispers to me. I close my eyes and drift to sleep... Or so I thought I did.
Pete's pov
I pull Mya closer. "Get some rest, Princess." I whisper to her. I feel her nod against my shirt and I see her eyes slip shut. I smile at the slim little girl laying asleep across me. She's really fun to hang with so Im glad she joined us on tour. "She's a great girl." Patrick runs a hand through his hair. "She's different than other girls." I point out to him. He hangs his head, "but I fear its not in a good way." This confuses me. "What?"
"I mean you got to stop and think, she's been sleeping alot. Plus she twists and turns way more than the average person." He holds a hand to her forehead. "Leave her be. She's a growing girl. Probably just a phase." I push him back. So weird. Why does he care about her so much? "I guess." he sits back and closes his eyes. I begin to lay back when Mya whispers something. I look at her to see tears running down her red cheeks. Patrick immediately sits up and takes her from me. "Shh. Hey, hey its ok!" Patrick tells her, "what's wrong skittle." She doesn't reply to his question. "Mya." Andy is now infront of her. She holds onto Patrick's shirt. What happened to the fun, sarcastic Mya?
Patrick's pov
I pull Mya closer. Her tears are pouring into my shirt. "Skittle, please tell me." I croak. Something is wrong, I know it. She pulls away from me but I pull her right back to me. "I-Im f-fine." She cries to us. "Well just in case...," Pete begins. "Patrick, your her body guard." Andy finishes for Pete. I nod and pull her into my lap. She laughs softly and curls up in my lap. "I can live with that." she whispers. She's safe. Is she safe?