Fall Out Boy, and One Girl?

My Heart Is the Worst Kind of Weapon

For the concert that night I was only playing one set, thank god. Kenny had finally gotten better so that was also good.
"I'll miss you Ashy!" Brendon cried dramatically. I groaned. "Can we not bring thar nickname back?" I complained. "Nope, and I'm bringing back Ashtray." Dallon smirked. I groaned even louder. Dan and Kenny looked confused. I explained.
"I used to fill in for this dork, which spawned many nicknames." I said. They both nodded. Then suddenly a crew member yelled to us, "Panic! on in ten!"
"That's my cue to get ready, have a good set!" I waved before running back to my room. I walked in and saw Patrick standing there, ready for the show and waiting. I looked at him, puzzled. "We need to talk." He breathed. "Okay, talk while I'm getting dressed." I said. He nodded before starting.
"What are we?" He asked. I selected my classic striped shirt with thumb-holes before responding. "I-I don't know, what ever you want to be, I guess." I tripped over my words while slipping my hoodie off and putting on the long sleeved shirt. I grabbed a pair of ripped jeans before he said anything. "Well I really like you, and I want to take you out on a date? Tomorrow after the interview because we have a free day in Omaha?" He asked, unsure of himself. I blushed to myself. "Can you turn around?" I asked. He complied and I pulled off my jeans and slipped the others on. "You can turn around now, and yes, I'll accept your invitation." I said. I pulled my lace up boots and turned to Patrick. "Help?" I asked, cutely. He chuckled before lacing up one of my boots while I laced up the other.

The show was amazing. I actually had enough energy so I could enjoy the set. In between AB/AP and Grand Theft Autumn Pete was talking to fill in the space because Patrick and I were setting up for the acoustic set.
"So, as all of you may know, last night there was a awful event. AJ fainted last night, but today she's felling alive and well. Ain't that right?" The crowd screamed as I sat down on a stool with my black acoustic. I smiled. Patrick started strumming the opening and the crowd roared. I started the harmony and we both sang.
After Grand Theft Autumn the lights went out and Patrick and I had to run back to our places, plus he had to get to the piano. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along, I laughed and I saw him smile amongst the dark. We finished the set as always, only Patrick had his arm around my shoulders when we walked off stage.

I got on the bus and went straight to my bunk. I still needed to catch up on sleep. I closed my curtain and read a book, trying to make myself even more tired. It didn't work, in fact, it made me more awake. I groaned before book marking my page and walking out into the living room. Meredith stood there with a knowing look on her face. I cocked an eyebrow. "What?" I asked her innocently. "You and Patrick?" She asked simply. I put my head in my hands. "Is it that obvious?" I asked from behind my hands. "Hun, it's more than obvious." I groaned.
"You guys going on a date sometime soon?" She asked. "Tomorrow, actually." I said, leaning against the counter. "In Omaha? After the interview? Have fun, it's a good place." She smiled. I nodded briefly before making some tea and grabbing my book to read on the couch. Not even a few minutes the boys came on the bus, looking tired and beat. I kept reading even after we had started moving. Patrick came out of the bunk area twenty minutes later with his laptop and went on Youtube and searched my music, right in front of me. I chuckled and he turned to me. "What? Why can't I listen to your music?" He asked innocently. "You can, but right in front of me?" I laughed. "Okay, okay, do you want me go somewhere else?" He asked cutely. "Nah, you're fine." I shrugged and went back to reading.
I had decided I was fed up with reading so I went up to go put my book in my bunk and ultimately go to sleep but there was a strong, but gentle grip on my wrist. I whipped my head around to see Patrick with puppy-dog eyes. "Stay?" He pleaded. I sighed and nodded. "Let me put my book away and grab my phone, I'll be back." I said before walking to my bunk. I put my book on it's shelf and unplugged my phone and turned around to see Meredith sticking her head out of her bunk. "Sleep well." She snickered. I rolled my eyes, gave her the finger, and walked back to the living room. There was Patrick sitting crossed-legged and a blanket waiting. I smiled, walked over, and sat down close to Patrick and leaned on him. I pulled out my phone and got on Instagram. My feed had blown up with pictures of Patrick and I that night and captions that freaked out. I shook my head and scrolled to the next post as usual, but it was the same picture and the same caption. "What's up?" Patrick whispered. I showed him my phone. He chuckled before turning back to his laptop. "Why do you think this is funny?" I asked. "Because they are as excited as I am." He said. It took me a minute, but then rose bushes of red grew on my cheeks. Patrick looked over and saw my red cheeks and chuckled.
Not long after I fell asleep on Patrick like the night before, and he didn't mind.

-DLJ