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

Whos bad

August 2nd 9pm
Jordans pov

Sydney and I drove home. I tried not to cry the whole way home. Until we got in front of the apartments then I sat in my car and broke into tears.

They kept coming and coming. Wouldn't stop. Would they ever stop? Sydney came in and sat next to me. She cried too.

My phone lit up the darken car with a call from Patrick. I shakily picked it up bringing it to my ear.

"Baby, what's going on!" He asked concerned.

"My-my-he's dead." I said sobbing.

"Baby, it's going to be okay, I'll come home right now an-"

"No, no Patrick. Your not coming home. Your not leaving the tour."

"Jordan this is a very difficult time for you."

"Patrick. Your not coming home. You're finishing this tour." I argued.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Your not coming home." I told him.

"Just tell me where your at. I need to know, for my own sanity."

"Outside my apartment with Sydney." I said.

"Okay, I want you to stay with Sydney. Please you need someone right now and if you won't let me come home then you need to be with her because if something happens to you I couldn't live without you." He said.

"O..ok...just Patrick." I said 

"What is it sugar."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

August 4
Sydneys pov

Jordan hasn't left her room for two days. I keep sliding sandwiches under her door hoping she's been eating them.

I know she has a million water bottles in her closet, hoping she's been drinking those.

The only noise coming from her room has been sobbing and non-stop playing of David Bowie.

Right now changes was being played. I sat in my room looking over songs.

She really needs Patrick. I can tell when they are together they're so happy. The love in their eyes. The happy smiles.

God those dorks are so in love.

I feel so bad for Jordan. Knowing she's lost both of her parents.

I still have both of mine. Even though my mom basically has been waiting to disown me since birth.

I got up walking to the kitchen and getting a snack. As I walked back I noticed Jordans bedroom door was open. I looked in not seeing her and hearing the door to the bathroom door close.

I heard her crying and the door lock.

I wonder if she's talked to Patrick. Andy told me he's been worrying. I can't wait for them to be back. Only 18 more days.

I waited to hear the bathroom door open again and it didn't. I walked over decided to knock on the door.

"Jordan?" I asked.

"Fuck...away." She said pausing in between probably thinking fuck off would be rude. I know she didn't want to make me upset. I know she wanted her space. But I want to help.

"Jordan, come on let's go somewhere."

"And what get in a crash." She said crying more.

"Let me in." I said. A few seconds later the door unlocked and I opened it.

She looked pale. Messy hair. Her dyed part cut off now. It was shorter and she looked almost zombie like. Her mascara from the hospital all down her cheeks.

"Come on me and you. We're going somewhere."

"Why?"

"Because I know you what to sit around a grieve. I know you want Patrick here. But you won't feel better if you just sit around. Let's go see a movie. Go shopping." I suggest.

She got up.

"I'll go pick out clothes for you. You can shower." I said and she nodded.

I walked out and she locked the door again. I went to her room. She had ate the sandwiches. She drank those water bottles.

Her bed was a mess. The room was a mess.

She had albums laying everywhere.

I went over to her closet getting out an oversized shirt and jean shorts. I cleaned up a little bit for her and found her phone dead in the corner.

I plugged it in charging it for her.

I went putting the dishes in the dishwasher and got the mail. She had letters for her dads possession and about her dads house.

She had to schedule a funeral too. If she even wanted to that is. I remember Patrick telling me about her moms funeral.

He said she never stopped crying. Her dad asked him to go and take her over by the bathrooms and help calm her down.

She's gone through so much she doesn't deserve this pain.

I went back to her room seeing her phone turning on.

Patrick has texted her and called her millions of times. Along with all the other guys. Unknown numbers calling.

I really hope she feels better soon.