With You I'm A Beautiful Mess (A Pete Wentz Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Authors note:

Yeah, I know it seems like I am rushing this but this was only a short story I had began to work on.

and I wasn't going to finish it but people began to read and like it so I'm gonna finish it.

but I'm gonna try and do it quick because I have other fanfics that i want to put more effort into to do and start.

Thanks.

Enjoy.

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Leanne had cried a little. Riley had simply hugged her friend until her tears stopped flowing. Pete and the others had watched silently, sad and small smiles on their faces.

"Well, you're not getting rid of me that soon though?" Riley tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Leanne suddenly let out a sob ad then Joe moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, whispering to her and comforting her.

"Are not able to go for chemo?" Patrick asked gently, realising it was a sensitive subject but everyone else was too scared to ask.

Like they were tripping of a wire or a boundary line if they did ask. She wasn't fragile. She wouldn't break that easily.

"They didn't see the point." Riley sighed.

"That's bull shit!" Leanne shouted, though her voice was muffled from where she was hiding her face against joes chest, there was already a damp patch on his shirt.

Riley shrugged and sighed quietly. She didn't say that she didn't see the point either because that would break Leanne.

"But I'm still the same girl that you all know, we can imagine its just gonna be like we finish high school and I marry a rock star and turn into a right stuck up bitch and never talk to you all again." Riley said and they all laughed weakly. "I just want to be treated normal, okay?"

Andy nodded. "We got it Riley."

"Thanks." Riley smiled as they all hugged her then.

They could all live in the (dis)belief that everything was going to be fine. They so knew it wasn't but they could ignore that until the problem was really evident.

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"How about you do a bucket list?" Leanne asked, a few weeks later.

Riley shrugged. "There isn't anything I really wanna do."

"There's prom, skydiving, sex..." Leanne said, things of examples to list

"Proms next month, hell no and already done." Riley said simply.

"Wait, when did that happen?!" Leanne exclaimed and Riley burst out laughing. "Pete?!" Riley nodded through her laughter. "WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?!" She said beginning to laugh herself.

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There were good days like this. Where they were able to joke around and forget about the problem at hand. But only for a little while. And then the bad days were back.

Like when she had been lying with Pete on his bed when she would suddenly sit up after realising she was having a nose bleed.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Riley said as Pete grabbed a handful of tissues and passed them to her.

"Don't be sorry. Don't you ever be sorry." Pete whispered to her as he rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her gently.

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There were then good days again as the months passed. Riley poked her head around the book shelf from where she thought she had heard someone similar in the library.

She thought she had Patrick and that was who she and heard.

But what she hadn't expect was to be hearing him singing under his breath, headphones in.

"Patrick?" She said tapping his shoulder.

Patrick jumped and took out his headphones with wide eyes.

"You didn't head that did you?" He asked.

"I did and that was amazing patrick! Why haven't you told the others? You know they want to start a band! You'd be the perfect singer!"

" but I can't sing." Patrick said feebly.

"Bull shit!" Riley winced as she got a lot of glares and dragged Patrick outside. "C'mon you'd be amazing! Please? Just audition at least?"

Patrick sighed. "Fine."

"Awesome! Thank you!" Riley grinned and hugged him. "You'll be thanking me one day."

And then there were more bad days. But there was none compared to that one day.

That one final day.