A Book Of Random Stories

Fedorable

(This was an idea I had at 2 o'clock in the morning, enjoy! Don't forget I need suggestions so don't be afraid!)

Since I was turning 25, my mom bought me and Athena Fall Out Boy tickets. Front Freaking Row. I wore my Fall Out Boy crop top and black jeans with combat boots and my hair down. Since you were allowed to bring signs to the concert, I made a poster that (jokingly) said "PATRICK, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. COULD I PLEASE HAVE YOUR FEDORA TO LOVE AND CHERISH FOREVER?" I laughed as I placed the last letter on the board and rolled it up to carry with me. I didn't expect Patrick to give me his fedora, let alone realize I was there. But I thought it was funny, so we were off.
Time Skip
When we got to our seats, the lights went off and there they were. Right in front of me. I was having a great time, watching my man crush Patrick having a hood time, walking around. I remember my poster when Patrick is right in front if me. I grab it, unfold it, and hold it up high. I'm to busy focusing on the music to see Patrick looking at my poster and laugh. Once "Miss Missing You" ends, he gives the rest of the guys a time out hand signal and grabs the mic.
"Thank you guys so much for coming to see us. I know some of you came for special reasons. This beautiful young lady in the front row is having a birthday. How old are you sweetheart?" and holds the mic to my mouth. I can't even speak, but I sputter out words very quietly.
"T-T-Twenty Five..." I said, blushing like crazy. He smiled and held out a hand for me. I grabbed it carefully and had him yank me on stage. I just stood there, looking at the thousands of people. Patrick got me a stool and started to talk again.
"So, I wanted to wish her a happy birthday and I think we all should do it together. So, ♪Happy Birthday to you♪ and the rest of the crowd was singing along. Your smile was a thousand miles wide. You stare out into the sea of beautiful people and just start to cry. All these people are giving you a happy birthday and you are so happy. You feel a tap and turn on the stool to see Patrick without his fedora on. He puts his thumb on your face and wipes your tears.
"The birthday girl shouldn't cry. Here you go, baby girl," and placed the fedora on my head "Happy Birthday..." he trailed off, waiting for my name.
"Bridget, and thank you Patrick, but I was just kidding. If you don't wanna give it to me you don't ha-" he cut me off by stuffing a VIP pass in my mouth to shut me up. He kissed my cheek and smiled. "Come to the makeup room after the show, birthday girl." He said and once again showed his wide toothy smile. I laughed and nodded, hopping off stage, into the sea of people. I took the ticket out if my mouth and put it in my pocket. I was so shocked and just smiled as Patrick stared at me the rest of the concert.
Time Skip
I started walking out of the venue and waved goodbye to Athena. As I walked to the backstage area, I got pulled by my hair to the ground. Some girl punched me in the face to get me to shut up and just slapped and hit me over and over until I could barley stay awake. She dug through my pockets and got the ticket. She grabbed Patricks fedora and ran away. I silently cried on the pavement and passed out, no longer able to stay awake from the beating I had taken. I was dazed by the sound of yelling and the screaming of a girl but, I could barley open my eyes to see what was going on. I just lie there like a corpse as someone picks me up and sets me on what feels like a couch. I just close my eyes and sleep. I can't stay awake any more.
Time Skip
I awoke to something cold on my forehead and eye sockets. I didn't move because my body ached. I heard the sound of foot steps moving and breathing heavily. Someone was pacing and was very very worried. I shifted as I moved the ice from my eyes. The bright light made me squint as I adjusted to Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy all sitting watching me. Patrick was the one who was pacing, because he was standing and strode over to me, wearing the fedora he had given me. He hugged me like he had known me for ages and hasn't seen me in centuries.
"Are you okay? Gosh, that crazy girl almost killed you!" he said, still holding onto me for dear life. I winced, A) because it still hurt and B) because Patrick was squeezing really hard. Pete had to speak up before I popped like a zit.
"Um, Pat. She's having trouble breathing.." and Patrick let go immediately, apologizing. I smiled and laid back down. He sat next to me and pushed my brown hair out of my face. He placed a kiss on my forehead and grabbed my phone for me.
"I hope you don't mind, I put my number in your phone... OH and.." Patrick placed his fedora back on my head.
"I'm sorry you got hurt on your birthday... you don't deserve that. I called your mom so she knows where you are. Fans are crazy and you seem too nice to deserve to get beat up, anything special you want for your birthday?" I thought for a minute and just smiled, placing my hand on Patricks.
"How about I sing one song with you on stage and we grab coffee afterward, maybe with the rest of these handsome gents." I said, gesturing to the giggly men in the corner of the room. Patrick pulled my attention back to him and nodded. I smiled and kissed straight on the lips. I hopped up and grabbed his hand, making my way out to my car.