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

Chapter 10

"She just died. I don't know. Her body was hanging there." I cried to the therapist. It had taken an almost suicide to convince me to go to therapy. "How would you understand? Have you ever seen a dead body hanging from the ceiling. It is not something that is easy to get over."
"This is good." The therapist, Sarah, handed me a box of tissues. "Doesn't it feel better just to let it all out?"
I nodded, taking one of the tissues. "It just felt easier to keep it from everyone. I kept it in my head and shut everyone out. How was I supposed to tell anyone. But then my mom sent me to live with Pete and I met Patrick and everything was fine."
Sarah smiled at me. "You really love him, don't you."
I smiled. "Yes. He is perfect. But Pete always seems to get in the way. I get it, they are band mates, and best friends, but I want to get past second base with him." I sighed. I probably shouldn't have been wasting my hour on talking about my relationship but whatever. There was no going back now.
"Have you talked to Pete at all about it?" It seemed like now she was acting as a friend instead of a therapist.
"No, but I'm sure he doesn't want all of the details of what Patrick and I do when he is not around." I shrugged.  At that moment a timer went off. Sarah stood up and shut it off. "It's been an hour." She shrugged. "I just need to fill out some paperwork. What's you full name, Aspen?"
"Aspen Wentz. No middle name."
"Wentz? And you said that Pete is your brother?" She seemed excited.
"Yes." I was confused.
"My husband Brendon is friends with Pete and Patrick. I'm surprised we haven't met sooner. Let me give you my number." She smiled, writing it down. "Call me if you ever need anything. Anything at all."  She gave me a hug.
"Of course." I hugged her back. Sarah practically oozed kindness.  It made sense why her job was to help people. "Thank you so much."

"So how was it?" Patrick reached for my hand, driving us in the rental car to the airport.
"My therapist was the nicest person ever. She wasn't stuck up like most therapists. Apparently she knows you and Pete. Her husband's name is Brendon."
Patrick smiled. "Sarah Urie was your therapist? You have to meet Brendon you two would get along. So what did you talk about?"
"Well, we talked about the incident, I cried a lot, but then I talked about us."
Patrick seemed concerned. "What about us?"
I took a deep breath. "Patrick, I love you more than anything in the world. But don't you ever wish that we could take it a step further? I mean, I love Pete but he somehow always ends up interrupting."
"What do you mean?" Patrick started to blush a little.
"Patrick I want you." I whispered.
He hesitated. "I want you too, but it has to be the right time. I want everything to be perfect." He kissed me on the cheek before pulling into the parking lot of the airport.
I opened the car door before Patrick spoke,"and Aspen, I love you too."