Everybody Wants Somebody [Patrick Stump High School AU]

Chapter Four; Dance Miserable

Kay was putting her english book into her locker when Patrick strolled up and leaned beside her.

"Hey guess what."

"What?"

"So, remember the note from yesterday? Well. We're booked for a show tonight and that's what I was trying to tell you." Kay wasn't a fan of the Chicago power violence scene, so Patrick was kind of scared of what she was going to say.

It started with a large sigh. "Patrick," she closed her locker and looked at him, "you know I don't like power violence shows."

"Well, yeah, but you don't have to stand in the pit, you can stand behind me on the stage, or you could-" He was cut off by her hand on his mouth.

"I may not like the music, but I'll come. Only to cheer you on. Always."

Patrick grinned all the way back to his house, relieved. If Kay hadn't have agreed to come, it wouldn't have been the same.

They split off at Kay's, that way Patrick could go home to practice and Kay could get her homework done. Once Kay had gotten to her room she took the phone and dialed Carson, hoping she was home. Her brother answered and soon Carson was there, asking for about the thousandth time that day - 'What was up with Patrick?'

"Okay, so they're playing a show tonight and Patrick was just really pumped about it. There, you can get off my back now."

"Wait, so they're playing a show and Patrick invited you? Aw."

"No, he just kind of expected me to be there, which you know, of course I was going to be." Carson sighed out something inaudible which sounded vaguely mad. "What? Are you gonna go mope since Jamie didn't invite you to come? Because with how dumb he is, I don't think he even knows there's a show, just that he's being brought somewhere to play."

"Probably. He's so stupid. Okay, well I gotta bounce, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

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Uncle Ward still wasn't home yet, so Kay's dancing around to Joan Jett went completely unnoticed by all but her conscious. Best to get in some of my faves before this trash later. Patrick and his nameless band were set to play slot number six, meaning she'd have to sit through five different songs that sounded exactly the same, and two without Patrick to take her mind off the noise and people. Tonight was going to rock.

"As if." She said out loud as she rummaged through her closet, looking for the things that displayed "Don't talk to me," and "I don't want to be here" the most. Which was just about everything that didn't have words on it, and wasn't too flashy. Which left her with her regular three-sizes-too-big black sweater. Perfect.

Uncle Jay had never understood her obsession with 80s music and then the fact she didn't enjoy dressing in all the bright flashy colors. She owned one bright neon orange shirt that had a pumpkin face on it, which she had made the year before for Halloween, which Jay enjoyed wearing whenever he was home. It was about three sizes too small, so he embodied the 80s men's crop-top fad perfectly, but he'd already broken the seams on the sides of the bottom and the sleeves. What a nerd.

During her time of waiting, she put on her favorite Joan Jett album and began to play Super Mario on her Nintendo 64. Soon Patrick had found his way over and sat beside her residence on the floor. She was lying on her stomach, hitting her controller lightly against the ground every time she died. "Screw Mario and his dumb face and this dumb game."

Ugh. She put her head in her hands, and Patrick layed his head in the small of her back, making himself comfortable.

"So how are we even getting to this show, because if it's in Chicago, we are definitely late if we're walking."