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

Chapter 4

I sat there awhile after Pete left, staring into space. Why did Pete come over here? He was my best friend once. He would never have yelled at me like that. I would have never yelled at him like that. But here we are, fresh from a fight, and i am alone.

That was one of many things I was angry about when Patrick and the others left-I lost Pete too. He was like my big brother, and he looked after me and made me feel important. If it weren't for him, Patrick and I would never have gotten together anyway. I'd known Pete for almost as long as Patrick had, and it hurt almost as bad when I lost him.

Joey came in awhile later and handed me some Chinese food. Normally that was my favorite, and I hadn't eaten today, but I picked at it, not hungry. After several minutes I still had a full bowl of noodles.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Joey asked.

I handed it to him.

"You alright, Tor? You've been acting weird today." He said.

"Pete and I aren't exactly the best of friends." I said. Anymore.

"You mean Fall Out Boys bassist Pete Wentz." He said matter of factly, while giving me a "you've been holding out on me" look.

"Yes, Joe. Look, it's a long story and I don't want to get into it right now and so id just like to not talk about it." I said.

He nodded. "I get it." He said. But I could tell he was about to ask more questions. He couldn't help himself.

I stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed." I said. He wouldn't ask me questions when he thought I was tired. He'd leave me alone. "Are you going to work tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah, at seven. I'll be home before you though." He said. Joey worked for a tech company. He was really good with computers-just not with cooking.

"Okay. I have rehearsal tomorrow after work, so I'll be late." I said. Sometimes I didn't get home from rehearsal until after ten, or even later.

He gave me a smile. "Night." He said.

"Night Joey."

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Patricks POV

I stayed up too late writing and watching tv, and eventually fell asleep around two in the morning.

I woke up and went across the street to a restaurant I saw yesterday. It was nearly three in the afternoon and I was starving. Time to eat something. I couldn't face tori at rehearsal later on an empty stomach.

When I walked in and sat down, a girl with a name tag reading Jamie told me my waitress would be right with me. Then she asked for an autograph. I gave her one, asking her to keep my visit quiet in return. She promised she would and left.

I started looking over my menu.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I heard.

I looked up. Tori was standing at my table. She was wearing a black knee length dress, and an apron over the skirt.

Tori.

Was.

My.

Waitress.

"Oh great. Come to ruin my life some more?" I asked coldly. I was trying to ignore how beautiful I thought she looked right now, piercing blue eyes starting daggers into me and all.

She pulled out a pen. "What the hell do you want Patrick?" She asked.

"I want you to tell me why you did it." I said.