The Golden Rule || Patrick Stump fanfic

Chapter 13: Vegas Lights

•Electra•

Yesterday was quite possibly the best birthday I've had since I was four. But today was gonna be even better. Patrick, Kyle and I were heading off to Las Vegas! Kyle? Yeah, I wanted to take him with me. Patrick had accidentally bought an extra ticket and I told him that we could take Kyle. Kyle had never been anywhere outside of Illinois. Neither had I, well before the Jersey trip. Patrick had to reschedule his audition for that Joe guy seeing as this trip was gonna be a week long. He don't need to audition. He's flawless.

I felt a cold chill over the front of my body. I pulled the sheet slightly over my bare body. Patrick wrapped his arms around my waist and his hands were laying softly on my stomach. My own arms were clinging to his. I loved the way we slept. My mom went out last night with Kyle and Ana and Harry had gone to Izzy's. Izzy and Harry had began to get real serious. I mean, they started dating around the same time Patrick and I did, but they kept things really slow. Harry'd never found a girl he liked more than Izzy. She's beautiful I will admit. So yeah, we were home alone last night and Patrick and I... Well we did some things. My lower half still aches. My neck had four huge hickeys and I think I had one on my chest and one on my thigh. He really worked his hardest last night, and boy was I grateful.

I turned my head to the clock on the bedside table. '6:25'. Since when do I wake up this early? Maybe it was the prospect of Vegas later on. Oh shoot. I'd better get dressed and ready.

I sighed and took the sheets off of me. Ew. I hate my own body. The scars were my favourite part of me. They told a story. Everything else I hated. I am fat, no matter was Trick says. I put on clean underwear and bra and hovered in my closet for a few minutes trying to decide what to wear. I'd already packed for the week at Vegas so I didn't really have much in my closet. I pulled out an old Panic! At The Disco t-shirt that I got from their very first tour. I threw it on quickly and I found a pair of light denim shorts. They were long enough to hide the fading scars. I put them on and I found mismatching socks and put those on too. Patrick was still asleep. We had to leave at eight so I guess we had time. Do I have time to dye my hair? Probably.

I left Trick sleeping and I went to the bathroom. I pulled out the box of red hair dye and set it to the side. My hairs a mess right now. It hasn't been dyed in months. The roots were showing a gross chestnut brown color and the blue I had had previously on the bottom was starting to show through the red. I opened up the box and put on the plastic glove that was inside. I squeezed some of the white cream stuff on the glove and rubbed it in the ends of my hair.

There was a slight knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked whilst rubbing the red in.

"Is me." A little voice sounded.

"Come on in."

My beautiful little brother Kyle walked in. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had a pikachu on. He had put on a red zip up hoodie that hung over his hands, it was way too big but he loved that hoodie. He had blue shorts on with black converse. His hair was messy and he had sleep in his eyes.

"Hey buddy." I greeted him. I was looking in the mirror, careful of where I was putting the dye.

"What're you doing?" He queried.

"Just dying my hair. It's gross right now."

"Can I have red too?"

I laughed at him. "No. Sorry buddy. You can have some wash out dye though?"

"Yeah!"

I finished dying mine, washed it out and sprayed some blue into the front of Kyle's hair. He looked pretty punk.