Headfirst Slide Into Your Heart {A Patrick Stump x Reader Fiction}

Chapter 2: And You Came To Watch Us Play

Authors Note: Ok guys, so in this chapter the main character (which is you) is gonna meet the other guys, so to make the story run smoother we are going to pretend that Andy has been in the band from the start. It would be a lot harder to write about someone who I don't know very well (Ben Rose), so please don't complain about how Andy wasn't the original or how they went through a few other guitars. Thanks! Oh ,and please comment if you want me to keep updating.I only want to write this if people are wanting to read it. Enjoy! 

It had been 6 hours since you had met with Patrick in his garage, and it was around 7 o'clock. Glancing out of your window, you could see a large white van pulling into his driveway. That must be the others. You watched as 3 other guys filed out of the van and started unpacking amps and other musical stuff. This only made you more excited. You quickly threw on your beanie and ran out of  your bedroom. I hope the others don't mind me being there....

"Hey, (y/n)!" you heard Patrick call from the garage as you got closer.

"Hey Patrick!"

Patrick put down the amp he was working on hooking up and headed over to you.

"Wow, you actually came," he said with surprise in his voice.

"Well yeah! I'm super excited to hear you guys," you said, peeping around his shoulder to see the others continuing to set stuff up. Patrick noticed you looking and turned around to introduce you to the others.

"Hey Pete!" Patrick yelled out, "Come meet (y/n). She's new on the block and wanted to watch us practice."

"Sure thing, Luchbox!"

Immediately, a short guy; slightly taller than Patrick, with black hair hopped over the drum set and ran towards you. He looked a few years older than Patrick; possibly in his early twenties. Before you could object, he took your hand on got on one knee.

"Hello, my lovely. I am Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. How can I be of assistance to you?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his flirting tactics. Patrick, on the other hand, didn't seem to find them very funny. He immediately bit the inside of his lip and walked back into the garage where the other two guys were. Pete seemed to notice that Patrick wasn't very amused, so he quickly let go of your hand and stood up.

"Anyways, call me Pete. Or," he lowered his voice, "you could call me daddy." He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. You just rolled your eyes and laughed. You could tell that Pete was the flirty type and would probably do this as long as you knew him.

Pete walked back over to the other guys, beckoning you to follow him into the garage. He then pointed at a guy with curly black hair and blue eyes who seemed about Patrick's age. He was holding an electric guitar, playing a few chords at a time to warm up.

"That's Joe. He plays guitar." Pete informed you.

"Really?" you said sarcastically, "I never would've guessed."

Pete snorted and walked over to the last unknown person. He had long red hair and a lot of tattoos, even more than Pete.

"And this is Andy. Andy, this is (y/n)"

Andy turned towards you, looking surprised at the fact that there was someone other than Pete behind him.

"Oh, hello," Andy acknowledged. He then turned toward Pete with a confused look on his face and mouthed something that you couldn't make out. Pete immediately erupted into laughter.

"Ha, I wish! Now Patrick on the other hand...." Pete responded to Andy with a hinting smile. Andy just chuckled and turned back towards his drums.

"Ok, well that's everyone. We're gonna start here in a minute if Patrick can ever get that stupid microphone to work."