Chapter 25

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Patrick's POV 

Now that all the crazy was over and Tori and Willow were doing well, I had decided to get back into music. Pete was coming over for a writing session, and I was tuning my guitar. Fall Out Boy had been through a lot of changes the past year or so. I could feel it reflecting in the music I tried to make. This new song...it was going to be different. 

Tori entered the room. She had just laid the kids down for a nap. Maybe she should get back into the dancing thing like I was getting back to my music. 

"Hey babe?" I asked. 

"Yes?" she replied. 

"How opposed would you be to going back to the studio?" I asked.

She froze. I worried it was too soon. But dancing was something Tori was attached to before Will and Evan ruined her life. I wanted her to get it back, if she could. 

"I don't know if I can ever do that again." Tori whispered. 

"Baby, I know it's hard, but-" I began. 

"You have NO idea." Tori snapped, cutting me off. She shook her head. "I can't do this right now." She said. 

I opened  my mouth to say more but Pete came inside. "Hey Pat, ready?" he asked. 

I decided Tori and I should just talk later. "Yeah, lets go downstairs." I said to Pete. 

So we went and started writing our new song.

Tori's POV

How could Patrick even think of suggesting that I go back to the studio?! I'd gone there because I was depressed, thinking maybe it would help me. And what did i get? Will! Who was waiting for me the last time I found safety at the studio? Joey! Why would i ever go back? What had that place ever given me?

Talent.

Friends. 

Patrick. 

A reason to live.

I frowned. If I hadn't gone to that place I wouldn't have become a dancer. If I hadn't become a dancer I wouldn't have met Will and become an accomplished dancer. If I hadn't become an accomplished dancer Will and I would never have gotten to perform with Fall Out Boy, and I would never have found Patrick. 

But how could I walk back into that building? 

I was on the verge of a panic attack, and I needed to stop thinking about it. That's when i heard Patrick's angel voice coming from downstairs. 

"We've gone way too fast for way too long..." he sang.

"And we...cant rhyme with long for some fucking reason." 

I heard Pete laughing, and I giggled. What would I do without him? 

He was right. That studio gave me everything. I needed to go back. 

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