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

Chapter 10: Where Did the Party Go?

(A/N) Y'all are the goat. Special shout out to Angel_The_Pirate for being super supportive and leaving lots comments and votes; I am beyond grateful!!! this would've been done sooner if i didn't keep getting distracted by BRENDON URIE SINGING THE GREATEST SHOWMAN LIKE WTF IS THERE EVEN ANYTHING MORE PERFECT???

ps: chapter is gonna be a two parter 

!!!!!warning: underage drinking!!!!!!

"3.25 is your change, sir." 

You passed the money over the counter to the customer who gave you a smile and nod in return. He cheerfully turned away, carrying away a brand new capo. As the customer exited the store, a different face walked in.

"Almost finished up?" asked a smiling, flippy-haired Patrick as he strolled into the store. He eagerly took a seat on the stool next to yours behind the counter. 

You smiled at his presence, turning to face him. "Yeah, just a little longer," you replied to his question, wishing you could leave with him now. He reached out and gently poked you in the side.

"Hurryyyy," he whined in a high-pitched, childish voice, making you laugh. 

"Just a few more minutes and she'll be headed your way," Mr. Allan chuckled from the behind a shelf of music books. He had become accustomed to the usual routine of Patrick hanging around the store begging as he waited for your shift to be over. Luckily Mr. Allan was fond of Patrick, so he didn't much mind.

In the meantime, Patrick picked up a guitar from the wall and began to play random tunes, all of which were stunning to no surprise. You began to walk around the store, making sure everything was in order for closing time. 

Suddenly, the loud stomping of feet and shouting could be heard from outside the store.

"PATRICK MARTIN STUMP!"

You quickly snapped your head as a frantic human bursted into the store, skidding to a halt in the middle of the room. 

"Where-" the boy paused, quickly drawing in a shaky breath, "is Patrick?"

In the middle of the music store stood Pete Wentz, his jet-black hair jutting out everywhere and sweat pouring down his face. He'd clearly been running. Whatever he needed Patrick for was direly important. 

"Pete, what's going on??" Patrick quickly jumped from his place on the stool and made his way to Pete's side, placing a hand on the boy's sweaty shoulder. Patrick's face held a look of great concern, obviously very worried about his frantic friend. Pete was not one to lose his cool, so seeing him in such a state of panic was a worrisome scenario for anyone to witness.

"We have a fucking deal." Pete's face was serious and his tone was unwavering. Patrick shot him a look of great confusion.

"Pete, what are you even talking about?" Patrick quizzed in return.

"This dude called me earlier. His name is Sean Muttaqi. Do You know who that is?" Pete was gripping Patrick's shoulders at this point, beginning to shake him.

Patrick's jaw dropped at the mention of the name.

Seeing that Patrick recognized who he was talking about, Pete continued. 

"They picked up one of our demos from the festival, and they want to sign us." 

Patrick was now gripping Pete's shoulders in return as the two jumped around screaming like two kids at Christmas. You and Mr. Allan were watching from afar, both very confused unto what was happening. After a few more moments of celebration, Patrick tore away from Pete, running towards you with his arms outstretched. Before you could object, Patrick picked you up and spun you around.