The Theory of Music and Color Destruction~ A Patrick Stump Fanfiction

chapter 1~ the taste of the color purple and other pointless thoughts

Patrick's POV

"I'll see you soon." I could hear Pete smiling as he talked on the phone. He had been talking for an hour, to this mystery person, and laughing and smiling excitedly. "I love you."

It couldn't have been Meagan, she was looking just as curious as I was, sitting across from me. 

Pete came into the room, dancing frantically in circles, similarly to the Dance, Dance music video. "GUESS WHAT?!" He shouted, kissing Meagan on the cheek. 

"What?" I rolled my eyes. I knew he was going to tell us anyway. 

"MY SISTER IS COMING TO LA TOMORROW!!!! I JUST TALKED WITH MY MOTHER ABOUT IT!!!!" 

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why on such short notice?"

Pete was too busy being super excited to even answer my questions.

Aspen's POV

I heard the door creak open slowly. "Honey, you have to go to the airport now. You're brother is going to be waiting for you."

I got up, and started to get ready. I hated that my mother was sending me to see Pete. I wasn't the same. She knew I wasn't the same, and now she was sending me to Pete to "fix me."

I did my eyeliner, dressing in all black. Today was a black day. I wasn't the happiest person in the world today. In fact, it was the exact opposite.

I packed my small duffel with my paints. I would eventually need to explain everything. Why I didn't speak to anyone on a daily basis, why I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin, and why the colors could calm me down. 

My mother drove me to the airport, dropping me off. She gave me a goodbye, and I didn't answer. Why should I answer? She didn't understand me. She didn't care about me. She was sending me away from my home, to see my brother, and his band. I hadn't seen Pete in ten years, and I've never even met his band before, and she was sending me away. Just the thought of it made me want to throw up, and panic, but I forced it down, like I did with everything lately. 

I got on the plane, falling asleep through the entire flight.

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"Hi, Aspen." Pete smiled at me, wrapping me in a hug. I didn't hug back, just grabbed my bags and followed him to the car.

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"GUYS, I'M BACK WITH ASPEN!" Pete shouted, his bellowing voice echoing through the whole room.

I walked in and Pete grabbed my bags from the car. I was left alone with the only man who seemed to actually care. I carefully looked him up and down. He was wearing a red cardigan, black pants, and a black fedora. 

He smiled at me. "I'm Patrick. I sing in your brother's band." 

I looked at him again. I spoke the first words I had in a week. "I wonder what the color purple tastes like."

He shrugged. "I've never thought about it." 

I also shrugged as Pete came back in. He showed me to my room, and I sat there, looking at the blank wall. I wished I could paint something on it. I hated the look of the blank wall. 

I left the room, going back downstairs, sitting on the couch. Patrick looked up from his guitar, smiling at me. I didn't do anything back, I just looked away. 

I saw Pete talking on the phone, I watched for a while as he spoke. I wanted to work up the nerve to speak to him. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to ask if I could give some life, and color to the blank house. I wanted to ask him about the band, I wanted to ask him how his life was. 

Somehow I couldn't. I couldn't work up the words to speak to anyone. And when I did, it was something weird, and not what I meant to say at all.

I sighed, blinking back tears. I turned to Patrick, speaking for the second time. It was funny how I could speak to a man I just met, but my own brother, I couldn't even talk to. "Do you hear colors also?"

He looked up, actually acting as if I was speaking normally. "Sometimes I do. A lot of our songs have a periwinkle feeling to them, but then, we get a good green or red, and sometimes an orange." He shrugged. "I've been trying to get a purple song, but it seems to be the most difficult."

I half smiled, bringing my knees under my chin. "Maroon." I simply stated. 

"I personally like yellow." He shrugged. 

I shook my head, slightly frowning. I pointed to the wall. "Maroon." I then grabbed his hand and pulled him off to another room. I pointed to the wall. "Fuchsia." I then dragged him off to another room, for the last time, I pointed at the wall. "Green." 

He looked at me for a minute, and I looked back, repeating. "Green."

"You want to paint the walls?"

I nodded excitedly. 

Patrick smiled. "You can do my room." 

I smiled back, giving him a big hug. 

Patrick's POV

"How much did she even say to you?" Pete seemed greatly hurt. 

I tried to calm him. "She hasn't talked to you in ten years. You can't just expect her to be all buddy-buddy with you again."

He whined. "But she's never even met you before. Why did she talk to you more?"

"She barely even said a coherent sentence. The first thing she said to me was, 'I wonder what the color purple tastes like.'" I sat down, taking off my fedora and running my hands through my hair. "You just have to give her time. Be patient. Please." 

Pete also sighed. "I know I'm being jealous, but my mom said that everything had changed with Aspen once I left, and I wanted it to be like the movies. I felt like she would suddenly see me and everything would be okay." 

"Just be patient." I reminded him.