Hey Youngblood

Hey guys, this is my first Fall Out Boy story. It takes place before Save Rock and Roll is released and after the band announced they were off hiatus. Patrick is single though in this one.

{WARNING- IM RATING THIS PG-13 FOR SWEARING AND VIOLENCE BECAUSE THAT KIND IF STUFF IS IN HERE}
Enjoy!

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Patrick's POV

It was the middle of the night when I got the call. Andy's name flashed on my iPhone's screen, blinding me for a few seconds. "Andy, it's the middle of the night." I mumbled.

"Yea Pat, but that's not important now." Andy's voice crackled through the speaker. "Pete's gone."

"What?!" I shot up out of bed, now fully awake.

"Just get over here. Joe's already here." I heard Joe yell 'hello' in the background. I leapt out of bed, grabbed my glasses, threw a hoodie on, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and dashed out the door. Half an hour later, I ended up at Andy's place. The guys were in his music room. Joe was pacing in the corner, his fro bouncing with every step he took.

"This can't be happening." He mumbled. "This can't be happening."

"Guys, what do you mean Pete's gone?" I was worried.

"Read this." Andy handed me a small wrinkled piece of paper. It was a note, definitely in Pete's handwriting.

"Guys,

Things have come up that are beyond my control and I do not wish anyone to get in the crossfire. I am leaving the band. It is for the best if you do not contact me further. I will be okay, you all will be okay. Don't let this band fall through because of me.

-Pete"

My hands were shaking as I read the note, "This can't be happening." My voice trembled.

"Well it is, so what do we do?" Andy remained calm. The three of us already knew the answer.

We need a new bassist.

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Jasey's POV

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm screamed in my ear. If my roommate, Zakana, hadn't moved it to the other side of my room, I'd be glaring at another broken clock. Unwillingly, I shuffled out of bed and smashed the off button. I grabbed my iPhone and tapped on my morning playlist. The first song to pop up was "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes" by Fall Out Boy. I shuffled over to the shower, stripped off my pjs, and stepped into the warm rain. Me being me, I sang along to Patrick Stump's amazing voice, hitting every note with perfect timing. I heard a loud knock on the bathroom as I stepped out of the shower.

"Hey Patrick Stump, you're gonna be late for work if you don't get your butt in gear!" Zakana yelled through the door.

"I'll be out in a minute Z." I called back. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and one of my flannel shirts and threw them on as fast as I could. My bright red hair was mostly dry, but I blow-dried it for a second to make sure. I grabbed my lucky blue beanie and dashed out of the apartment.

Fifteen minutes later, I climbed the steps out of the subway into the center of New York City. The record store I worked at was just behind the entrance. I peered in the window to see that the crew was already there, with Starbucks. The overhead bell rang as I entered the store. The crew greeted me with their usual hellos, mainly a raise of the coffee cup. "What's with the coffee?" I asked.

"Danny and I made a bet on last night's game on who would win." My friend Alexa explained. "Loser had to buy the whole crew coffee, so free coffee for everyone from Danny." She handed me a tall cup. I took a quick whiff, white chocolate, my favorite.

"Thanks Danny." I sipped the creamy bittersweet liquid.

Danny raised a tattooed hand in response. "Last time I make a bet against 'lex"

Everyone laughed because they all knew that wasn't going to last.

"So Jace, how'd the audition go?" Alexa spoke up.

"Not good," I rolled my eyes.

She grimaced, "They picked Rayna, didn't they?"

"Bingo." I muttered and began leafing through the bins of vinyl.

My name is Jasey Riddell. I'm a 25 year old aspiring bassist living in New York City, and welcome to my life.