the boy on manic street

Thirteen

Patrick's POV

My anxiety has been kicking in since we got home. I've been pacing around the apartment cleaning everything over and over again, wanting to impress Joe and Andy and most importantly stressing about singing in front of other people tonight.

"Do I look okay? Should I change?" I ask Pete for the second time, examining my black button-up and black skinny jeans.

"Hey, you look fine," He says, wrapping his arms around me, "What about me though? Is my hair okay?" Pete asks worriedly.

I bite my lip, "You look fantastic."

Just as he leans down to kiss me, there's a loud knock on the door, "Hey! Open up! It's Joe and Andy!" Pete stops himself short and mumbles something under his breath then leans down to plant his lips on mine. I smile, pulling him close, not breaking the kiss.

"Hey! I can hear you two making out!" Andy yells.

"Yeah! Stop interrupting!" I pull back and shout, then lean in to kiss Pete again.

He smiles, wrapping his arms around my torso. I giggle then bury my face into his chest, "Holy smokes I just giggled."

Pete laughs, "You're just realizing this?" Before he can say anything else, Joe and Andy walk inside.

"You know, you could at least lock the door if you plan on making out in private," Joe sighs, placing three boxes of pizza and a container of salad onto the dining table.

Andy nods in agreement, "Thought you guys were smart." He adjusts the shades sitting on the bridge of his nose.

"Why're you wearing shades?" Pete asks, going to open the top box, "Mm pepperoni." I swear heart emojis appear in his eyes.

"I like shades," He shrugs, opening the salad for himself, "Now are we going to hear Patrick sing or what?"

I feel my face heat up after being put on the spot like that, "Oh, um, shouldn't we eat first?"

Pete nods, "Yeah, of course. He can sing afterwards." I see the concern in his eyes and remind myself to thank him after Joe and Andy leave.

We spend around an hour or so eating pizza and hanging out. Joe suggests we watch a scary movie after I sing for them but Pete quickly denies it. I laugh, finding it funny that Pete Wentz is scared of scary movies.

And then the time comes, and the next thing I know is I'm sitting on a stool in front of the guys with my acoustic guitar in hand. I've never done this before, so I'm sort of freaking out as I tune it.

"You don't have to be nervous dude," Joe says, relaxing onto the couch with his phone in hand, "It's just us."

"You're not going to record me, are you?" I ask nervously, fidgeting with my guitar pick.

"I'm not that mean," He grins, setting his phone down, "Alright, what're you gonna be singing for us tonight, Patrick Stump?" Joe pretends like he's someone interviewing me or something, which helps lighten the mood somewhat.

I laugh a bit, "I, uh, I'm gonna sing Believe by Mumford & Sons."

Pete starts clapping really loud, "WOOOOO GO PATRICK STUMPPP!! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!"