Clandestine (Pete Wentz / Fall Out Boy Fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Are You Stalking Me?

A/N: I'm sorry this update took so long, but I was out of town last week and my godfather passed away over the weekend. I've been so busy lately, but I am trying my best to update as soon as possible. Hopefully, I will have an update to the Allie and Patrick book by this weekend. Thank you guys for understanding, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Pete Wentz

I had no idea why I stared after that girl for so long. I stood complacently still as I watched her bright red hair disappear amongst the crowd of people, and only when I was sure she was gone did I move. It was strange, crashing into the same girl in the same place twice in less than twenty-four hours. Then again, if that guitar on her back meant anything, it made it a little less strange assuming that she probably played here for money. I hadn't had the opportunity to hear her yet, but perhaps one day, if she does make this a regular stop.

Both times I was passing through the station was just my way of getting from L.A. to Studio City, just outside the city, where I lived. I was just on my way back home last night, and now I was off to the city again, to meet up with my band while they were in town. We were recording a new album, it would be our third, and we seemed to be making pretty good leeway with it. I boarded a train not long after crashing into that girl, Ariel, her name was, and I was in the city a few minutes later. I headed straight for the Starbucks across the street from the studio, bought a frappe, and then crossed the street. I walked into the studio to the sound of Patrick already singing his little heart out, along with some familiar voices talking quietly from outside the recording booth. When I walked in, they both looked at me, smiling and giving me a small wave in greeting. I waved back, the straw to my frappe still in my mouth, and collapsed on the couch across from the window.

Through the window was the current reason for my existence, my best friend, Patrick Stump. He was belting out my stupid lyrics like they were the golden ticket to our success, and I listened closely to every word, mentally editing my own lyrics. When he finished and walked out of the studio, red in the face and dampened with sweat, I slurped loudly on the end of my drink and sat up. "I think we should change something," I stated, looking at Patrick as he shook his head.

"Nope, already recorded it," Patrick replied, walking past the couch to grab a white towel from a desk beside it. "Besides, Pete, they're fine. You're over thinking it."

"Patrick," I deadpanned. "You're a canary, I'm a coalmine. What the fuck does that even mean?"

"I don't know," Patrick laughed, burying his face in the towel. "You wrote it."

"You sang it," I countered.

"Because I assumed you had a point to writing it!"

"Hey!" Joe cut in, holding his hands out and looking at us like a disappointed dad. In truth, he basically was. "If you're going to fight like a damn married couple, at least make it official and tie the knot."

I looked at Patrick and grinned, but he didn't miss a beat in flipping me off. Typical. "Fuck you too," I laughed, getting up and retrieving my bass guitar from its stand. I sat back down and began tuning it, while Patrick sat down beside me and kicked his feet up. Andy and Joe started talking about recording their parts today for the song we're working on, and after a while, Patrick and I decided that we weren't really needed anymore after they started recording. We could listen to what they end up recording later, so we skipped out early and decided to go get lunch for ourselves. I let Patrick talk me into this vegan place around the corner, and I have to admit, it wasn't as bad as thought it would be. After that, I announced that I needed more caffeine in my system, and Patrick reminded me that I drink far too much coffee for one little human being. I reasoned that I don't really drink coffee, but glorified, caffeinated milkshakes, and he just shook his head and followed me to the coffee shop down the street.