Pete Wentz a Father? ~EDITING~

Pete Wentz A Father? - "Your Next" ?!?

Skye's pov:

I walked into the house and did a big twirl in the living room. I had been to Patrick's house before, but I hadn't actually lived there until now. It was like seeing it from a whole new perspective. Its mine and Patrick's now. I live here. I won't really go home again, well except to go see my family and The new baby. I sighed as I turned around and flopped down on the couch and smiled up lazily at Patrick, as I positioned myself as a model.
"Ha ha, very funny. Now come and help me with these boxes, otherwise your moving into the living room!", Patrick chuckled.
I just smiled back up at him, "Patrick dear, I'm gonna help you. Later. For now let me just relax on this couch and ignore the rest of the world", jeez why was i so lazy today.
"Skye...", Patrick sighed.
I giggled, "Ok lets get to work".
I picked up a box that was labeled, "Pictures" and walked up the stairs. When we got to our room I plopped the box down on the bed and began to rip off the the tape viciously which resulted in me on the floor sitting on my butt. I was laughing as I grasped the blanket to pull me up off the ground. But sadly this nearly resulted in everything nearly falling off the bed, i quickly dropped the blanket so the stuff wouldn't fall forgetting that the blanket was the only thing supporting me. If Patrick hadn't caught my hand I would be on the floor for the third or fourth time.
"Be careful Skye", he said kissing my cheek, "You go ahead and unpack your pictures any way that you like, I'll go and make us some coffee".
"But, I don't really like coffee. It's just a tad strong. And tea is oh, I don't know. A little sour."
"I'll take you to Starbucks then", Patrick smiled.
"Alright then, let's go! Starbucks is actually pretty good", I smiled back.
"Um actually no, You unpack and I'll go through the drive through and get us-"
"Orange Mango Smoothies!", Hmmm they were defiantly the best thing at starbucks.
"Alright", Patrick grinned, "Now you stay put and do your best to unpack! Ill help you when i get back"
"Okay, okay. Now, be sure to come back with cake pops too!".
"Okay...?"
"Sorry, I've been craving cake pops lately. Oh. And make sure to come back alive!".
"Well, I'll bring back Starbucks and I'll come back alive!"
"Byeeeees".
"Bye Skye", he said as Patrick walked out the door.
I sighed. I love Patrick, I love my life, my new house, I love everything.
I was organizing the last of pictures on my dresser when a box randomly fell off the bed.
"Whaaaat?", I said to myself, wondering how it fell off the bed.
I opened the box and pulled out a picture that was facedown.
Huh.
I don't remember packing a picture with this frame? Maybe if I look at the picture, I'll remember?
I gasped and dropped the picture. There wasn't a picture inside of it, It was a wrinkled piece of yellow paper and on it written in.... A red liquid? Was the words,"You're next".
I felt very unsettled and wanted Patrick, so I quickly picked up my phone that was on the floor next to me and called him.
Ugg!
Stupid Patrick! He ALWAYS leaves his phone on the kitchen counter.
Silence.
That's when I heard the thud.

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Hey guys I really hope you like this new chapter! :)

Sorry its been soooooo long but i have had exams, school work and worst of all WRITERS BLOCK!!! ( dun dun dun )

Soooo yeah aha.....

But luckily i got some help with this chapter from a new friend @aubrey_thats_me_12

Omg i just nearly deleted all of this just now!!!! Panic attack over -_-

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