Face Down ✓ | Patrick Stump

Chapter Eighteen

Dedication to kburk1997 (Who is in fact, my sister. I love you Katie!) Mini dedication to LeaveNoWordsUnspoken for coming up with the ship name Pye for Patrick and Skye. I have no idea why that didn't even cross my mind but that is genius!

I smiled as I walked from the elevator to Patrick's- my apartment. Despite my fucked up life, things were going great. I was starting a band with two of my best friends, one of which had let me borrow his spare bass until I could afford one of my own, and I had a boyfriend, who attacked me as soon as I walked into the apartment.

"Holy shit, Patrick! Calm down!" I yelled as he pulled me into a bear hug.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes sternly. "I bought you a new phone for a reason, Skye. Why didn't you text or call me saying you were staying out later? With your mom and everything you scared me half to death, and where did you get that-"

"What are you talking about?" I cut him off as he gave me a confused look. "I texted you and left you a message on your phone because you didn't pick up."

"Oh." He looked down at his phone. "Uh, my phone was on airplane mode..." He trailed off as his face went red.

"Dumbass!" I called and walked into the living room.

"That is no way to talk to your boyfriend!" He playfully called back and I giggle.

Immediately Andy, who I had not seen before, jumped up from the couch. "Boyfriend?" My cheeks immediately turned red.

"I knew it!" Two men I didn't recognize at first joined Andy.

"Peter Wentz and Joe Trohman, what the hell did you do to your hair?"

"Well, you sister decided to stick her gum in my hair and I couldn't get it out. I needed a change anyways." Joe had gotten rid of his famous joe-fro by cutting it off.

"Well, that's great, but it doesn't explain the lemon head to your right." Pete had shaved his head and dyed the little hair he had blonde.

"It makes me look like a lemon pie!" He said and winked, as Andy and Joe snickered. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior as I made my way to my room, where Ryan and Rose were going through my drawers.

"What are you guys doing?" I screamed. I was allowed to yell at them, I was their sister.

"We're going to play dress up!" Ryan yelled as he put one of my bras on his head. "See? I'm Mickey Mouse!"

My cheeks went red as I realized what he was doing. "Give me that!" I snatched it off of his head and pointed to the door. "Get out! Both of you!"

"But we want to play dress-" Rose began.

"Go play dress up with Pete's clothes! Or Patrick's! Or both, I don't care, just not mine!" I pushed them out of the door and was about to slam it when Patrick stopped it with his foot.

"Not with mine please!" He yelled down the hall at them and they dashed into Pete's room. "They really are something."

"This is exactly why you don't leave them unsupervised." Instead of coming up with a smart comeback or blaming Pete, he took my bra out of my hand and put it on his head, like Ryan did.

"Look! I'm Mickey Mouse!" He said in an overly high pitched voice.

I buried my head in my hands. "You're a dork!" I screamed. By now, Andy, Pete, and Joe had figured out what was going on and was now in a fit of laughter. My face was burning as I realized Pete was videotaping this.

"Give it back!" I whined, attempting to grab it off of his head.

A smirk spread across his face. "Not until you give me a kiss!"