Headfirst Slide Into Your Heart {A Patrick Stump x Reader Fiction}

Chapter 9: You and I Were Fireworks...

(A/N) Here it tis'. Look at me updating like a champ. I think there'll be a slight smut in the next chapter unless anyone objects.

it also took me a full 24 hours to think of a fob title that was fourth of July/fireworks related. go me.

"Hey fuck face, that's supposed to be a C major, not a 'play whatever the fuck you want'," Pete sarcastically joked from the corner, pulling his bass from his shoulder.

"How about you get off my dick," Joe called back, clearly stifling his laughter as he harshly strummed a series of random notes.

This was the fourth time the band had practiced since Patrick and Pete's fall out. As you had expected, the two quickly made amends once they'd calmly discussed the situation rather than just yelling. Now that the boys were all cool with each other, the plans of playing at the festival were back on. They'd practiced every evening in preparation. This would be the last time, for the festival would take place tomorrow evening.

You were leaned up against the concrete wall of the garage resting comfortably with Patrick's arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders. He was smiling at the boy's antics, his adorable dimples a clear reputation of his happiness.

"Alright guys, I guess that's it for today?" Patrick asked, stepping away from his place next to you. He slightly squeezed your shoulder as he removed his arm.

"Uhh, we still have a problem," Andy squeaked from the comer. Everyone collectively turned to face him.

"And what's that?" Patrick quizzed, his face holding a look of concern.

"We can't get a fan base if we don't have a name," Andy replied. Everyone in the room looked baffled, making it obvious that the thought had never crossed their minds. After a moment of silence, Pete lit up.

"I've got it!" he yelled enthusiastically while thrusting his finger in the air. The light bulb had gone off. "Let's just call ourselves 'The Simpsons'. That way everyone already knows and loved us," he smiled brightly at his "genius" idea.

Patrick was the first to interject after casting Patrick a look of pure dumbfoundness.

"Pete, that's a terrible idea," Patrick began. "We'd get sued off our ass."

"He isn't wrong," Andy added with a wise nod.

Pete harshly crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip. "Fine, find something better," he pouted, which was the typical Pete response.

"What about Radioactive?" Joe asked. "Ya know, like the super hero from that one episode."

"Not bad, but I think that's a bit too edgy," Patrick responded.

"Yeah, we aren't that emo," laughed Joe. Pete shot him an offended tlook.

"Speak for yourself man," he sharply replied in a dramatically low voice accompanied by a swoosh of his black bangs. Joe merely rolled his eyes and laughed.

You decided to join in on he name game considering they guys were dry.

"While were on this whole Simpsons topic, what about Fallout Boy?" you chimed in. Andy smiled to himself and slowly nodded.

"That's not bad actually," Joe stated, mostly speaking to himself.

"But what about that whole copyright thing?" asked Pete curiously. To your surprise, he didn't completely object.

Patrick offered a solution, already hooked on your idea. "We could always put a space between Fallout."

Everyone was beaming and repeating the name to themselves, which eventually turned into them saying the name in as many accents as possible. Eventually they were all laughing too hard to continue. You laughed at their stupidity.