Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Epilouge

Annie's point of view

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A few weeks had passed since Brad had been arrested... We'd decided to meet up with Pete, Andy, Joe, Maddie, Brendon, Tyler and Josh at the bar just down the street from my house. It had kind of become our hangout spot since the incident. Patrick sat next to me in the booth comfortably, as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"So, uh, how have you been holding up?" Patrick asked, wrapping his arm around me. I smiled.

"I've been doing better," I replied. "I still have to wear the cast for another 6 weeks before the doctor can do anything else." I explained, taking a sip of my beer.

"Good news is, you don't have to worry about crossing paths with Brad or Jordan again," Maddie chimed in. "They'll be in gone for a long time." She smiled. I nodded in response, smiling a small smile. I didn't know what more to say. The entire situation was a little scarring. I couldn't sleep at night without having dreams of him coming back for me and Patrick... and all because Brad didn't have the guts to just tell Maddie how he felt about her. The entire situation was generally weird....

"Annie? You ok?" Patrick asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked a couple of times, coming back into focus to listen to Patrick.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired," I replied, taking another sip of beer. He smiled, and leaned over, planting a kiss on the top of my head. He looked me in the eyes, and I could see the sparkle in his as I smiled.

"What was that for?" I asked. He smiled softly.

"Why not?" he said. I shrugged my shoulders, and laid my head against his shoulder again. I'd only known this guy for a few weeks. We'd been through a lot in that time, but I knew he cared for me, and I knew he wanted to keep me safe in any situation. One thing I knew for sure was that he was definitely the one for me... I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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It had been a long afternoon at the bar with the people I'd grown to be best friends with. We'd all decided to part ways for the night, and had agreed to meet up in the morning at the cafe downtown. I was back home now, standing in my driveway once again. I stood by my car, grabbing one last box from my car that I'd forgotten to take into my house. Just as I had gotten a good enough grip on the box to lift it, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. Patrick was on his side of the neighborhood. He was in his front yard, sitting in the grass watching me grab the box. I turned around, and smiled at him.

"How can you just stand there and not help your new neighbor?" I joked. He laughed, and jogged across the street, grabbing one end of the box as I held on to the other side. He stared at me with his soft eyes as we walked into the house and dropped the box in the living room. He continued to look at me.

"What?" I asked, plopping down onto the couch with a tired sigh.

"Nothing it's just... I love you." He muttered. My head immediately snapped in his direction. I smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. That was the first time he had ever said I love you. When we separated from the hug, neither of us said a word, we only looked at each other. He suddenly broke eye contact, looking at the floor for a split second. He looked back into my eyes again, and slowly leaned in. He grabbed the tip of my chin with his fingers, tilting his head slightly. I closed my eyes, tilting my head in the opposite way. A shiver flew down my spine as our lips connected... and we held it there. Just another moment I never wanted to end until we pulled away. I slowly opened my eyes again and I smiled.

"I love you too, Patrick."