Make A Wish <Patrick Stump Fanfic>

Hey soul sister

Patrick's pov
I pull open the door to our room. Mya had fallen asleep on my back on the way here. "Hey Andy we're back." I announce. "Ummm 'Trick." Andy points to a tan, black haired young woman who I recognise as my girlfriend, Elisa Yao. "Oh. Hey Elisa." I pass by her and lay Mya on her bed. "Is she going to be ok?" Andy sits down by her and feels her forehead for a fever. "Yeah. Turns out she was with Bren." I cover her skinney figure with a blanket. "Ehem." Elisa coughs out. I turn to her and kiss her forehead. "Happy to see you." I grin at her. She smiles and kisses me on my lips. I feel a pillow hit the back of my head. Just as the pillow hits the ground I hear Mya whine, "No PDA in the hotel room!" I laugh and fall back on the bed she was in. "Mourning." I poke her cheek, "how you feel?"
"Like crap." She yawns. I feel her head. It's scortching hot. "Woah. If this isn't a fever then I dont know what is." I sit up and grab my bag. After fumbling around in it I pull out some Tylenol. "No." she moans. I grin, "sorry skittle but you need it." She frowns and slides out of bed. "Fine." She pauses, "If you can get pass Andy." She jumps up behind Andy and I chase after her. "Hey wa..." Before Andy could finish, Elisa grabs Mya's hair and pulls her down. "Let me go!" she cries out. I pull Elisa back but she continues to scream. Andy holds onto Mya. I lean down by her and whisper, "shh. Hey I got it." I take a deep breath, "Hey soul sister hey there mister mister on the radio, stereo the way you move ain't fair you know." I sing to her. Her eyes glimmer a bit and she sits up. I pull her into a hug, "What's wrong, my perfect skittle."
"I'm sorry 'Trick." She croaks. I hold her even closer. Please tell me. It hurts to see you hurt.
Mya's pov
Patrick pulls me into a hug, "What's wrong, my perfect skittle?"
He called me his perfect skittle. I wish I was perfect, but I'm not. If anything I'm the opposite. "Im sorry 'Trick." I croak. My throat is soar from me yelling at the horrid memory. Everytime I have a good time, my life is ruined by a memory of that day. That day 2 years ago. My cousin stares at me with worry filling him up. I hold my wrists. They burn from each dumb mistake I made. "Want to go meet the rest of Panic! and meet Paramore?" Patrick asks me. I concentrate on Andy when I nod. Andy bites his bottom lip and helps me up. Before letting me go he pulls me into an old-fashioned Andy hug. "Whatever happened, I'm your cousin. You can always talk to me." tears fill his eyes as well as mine. "I know. I know." I wipe my eyes with my sleeves. I dont know why but they care about me. Pete, Andy, Joe. Mostly Patrick cares about me. But why me?