Miss Missing You (a Patrick Stump fanfiction) (edited)

Chapter One

Put on your war paint.

"Really, Jamie?" I asked.

You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground. We are the jack o lanterns in July, setting fire to the sky. He-here comes this rising tide.

"Yes, really. You know I love them." Jamie said. She shook her head at me.

I rolled my eyes. "They're horrible." I said.

"They are not!" she yelled.

I smiled. She always gets so defensive when I express my distaste for her favorite band. "Fall Out Boy has a weird sound. I'm not a fan." I said. Her face turned red. I tried not to laugh.

It was a lie. But Jamie didn't know that. She didn't know about my past. She didn't know how much I really did like Fall Out Boy.

Well, at least at once I did. Now..not so much.

All because of one guy.

Hey, youngblood. Doesn't it feel. Like our time is running out. I'm gonna change you. Like a remix. Then I'll raise you. Like a Phoenix. Wearin' our vintage misery. No, I think it looked a little better on me. I'm gonna change you. Like a remix. Then I'll raise you. Like a Phoenix.

Will, my dance partner, came into the room.

"Hey, Tori. We need to go." He said.

I stood up. "Finally. I was beginning to believe you'd never save me, Will." I said.

Will was a British, blonde haired, green eyed, sexy as hell dancer. He was incredibly tall, muscular, strong, amazingly talented, and every girl's dream. He was also my best friend. I could tell him anything and trust he'd keep it a secret, he'd hold doors open for me, protect me from any jerk that tried to be rude. After being stabbed in the back by my former best friends, it was nice to have him.

I was much smaller than Will, though I had a good amount of muscle in my abs and legs. It's what you got when you were a dancer. I was short enough to come up to Will's shoulder, with red hair and blue eyes. I was thin and lean, which was something you wanted in a dancer. It made it easier for my partner to toss me through the air and other wild stunts-according to my director, Tom.

Will and I were the highest ranked dancers at our studio, something that we'd worked years to achieve. We could also act pretty well, and sing. Our studio often put on musicals and plays, as well as shows to show off our dancing skills-which the studio was most known for. We'd been to competitions in New York City, Los Angeles, and Orlando. We'd won all three. Now, the nationals would be held here, in Chicago, at our studio. And Will and I had the opening performance.

"Tori, I always come and save you." Will said, giving me one of his angel smiles.

Will had a crush on me. He wasn't one to beat around the bush, and he'd told me. But, like I said, Will was perfect. And talented. I didn't fall in love with beautiful,perfect, talented men.

Not anymore.

I told Will I didn't need to be in a relationship and he understood. He was a great person.

"That you do. Let's go." I said. I followed him out to his car, a brand new Ferrari. Unlike me, Will came from a family with money. He opened the door for me, waited for me to get in, then closed it for me.

"Ready?" he asked.

"To sing until my voice is gone and dance until my legs fall off? Of course I am!" I exclaimed.

He laughed. "And that, Tori," he said. "Is why you're Tom's favorite."

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The rehearsal was going off as well as it always did. We were practicing for Nationals, and Will and I were working on our performance outside of the one to be judged for the competition. We had performed various songs-namely "Downtown" by Macklemore. That would be the song for our ensemble-that is, everyone at the studio to perform together. Will and I were choreographing it.