I Love You So Much, It's Just Like Oxygen

Mind Over You Don't Matter

Violet's POV - 2 years before graduation

I guess no one ever expects their past to come and bite them on the ass. Although I should have known having a year of perfect happiness was too much for the world to give me.

It's been the same amount of time since Patrick proposed and ever since we've been living in complete engagement bliss. We decided rather early that trying to plan a wedding while both of us were incredibly busy would be a terrible idea. The band has taken off and I'm drowning in university assignments. There's no way we could have the wedding we want right now. I want to put my whole heart into it. I want to write vows that he will remember forever. So, our wedding will be...whenever it feels right for us.

It doesn't matter anyway, being with him is the most important thing. The feeling my chest that blooms every time I'm with him is more meaningful than a piece of paper and ring. Although I must admit seeing a ring on my finger is rather nice, especially when he's not with me. It feels like I have a connection to him because of what the ring represents.

The happy chime of Riddly's phone alerts her to a news report. I know this because she keeps tabs on anything drama related. So that tone is very familiar.

It has interrupted our lazy day. We've been in Patrick and I's apartment relaxing. I love this place because whenever I'm here in means Patrick is in town and we're gonna be able to be alone together for a while. We decided to rent it so that when he came to see me at University, we'd have a place to go. I remember his words when he showed me the listing. "I wanna be close to you Sweetheart and since it's forbidden to fraternise in your dorm, this is the next best thing. We can fraternise there". This statement was followed by a smug toothy grin.

He was right of course. It's been perfect. I feel at home here just like I do when we're back in Chicago. He kept the apartment there too. I guess it actually has nothing to do with the place but the person. Patrick is home.

"Violet?" Riddly chimes, an unexpected high pitched tone to her voice.

"Hmmm?" Is my reply as I follow the little tiny plane on my screen. Two hours until Patrick lands. That means Pete lands too and it's gonna be awkward for Riddly.

They've just recently broken up and the wound is fresh and oozing. She's hurt, broken in fact but because of who she is, she won't admit it. Not even for a second. Patrick said Pete is acting the same. Both of them seem to be working out their heartbreak in the same way. By fucking around. They're both idiots. I know love when I see it.

"You need to see this" she continues, scooting over to my side of the black couch. I shouldn't be thinking about all of the activities that the plush leather has had to endure but well, my mind is Patrick's biggest fan.

Late nights, candle lit, rose petals, I love yous, I miss yous. Tears, lots of tears. Most of all sex. Not just sex between Patrick and I either. This is Riddly's choice of venue when she's with whatever man she's decided to keep for the night.

I guess I shouldn't have given her a key but honestly I'll do anything to help her feel better. If this is what she needs then she can have it.

"What is it?" I question as she squashes herself against my side.

"I'm not too sure if this is cause for concern but look at the article that just popped up" she says handing me her phone.

Immediately my eye catches the headline and it gives me a bad feeling regardless of the unreliable source.

'Chicago YouTuber Threatens To Reveal Damaging Information About Patrick Stump and His Fiancée Violet Adams'

Logically I know there isn't anything that can actually be revealed. We haven't done anything that could really be worthy of exposure. The words still freak me out a little though.