The Mighty Fall: A Patrick Stump Fanfic

The Mighty Think

Shareen's POV

I had to admit that I was nervous. What could I expect from Chuck when he saw me and Patrick alone in my kitchen? If we were . . . doing something I guess I'd feel worse. But that wasn't the case at all. You know, I even felt bad to admit that I had seriously thought about kissing Patrick. But  I wouldn't do that because I loved Chuck. At least, that's what I felt before all of this happened. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON.

I took a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows at Chuck. I had to avoid the typical "I thought you'd still be out of town" or "What are you doing here?" because that sounds like I was cheating on him, which I wasn't.

"I asked you what he's doing here." Chuck said, folding his arms across his chest.

"Patrick's my friend, can't we just hang out at my apartment?" I asked innocently.

"Shareen, it's past midnight. What could you possibly be doing this late?"

"He's just keeping me company. You know I don't like staying alone." I said. "It's not like he was going to stay the night or anything. You need to stop fretting."

"I'm not fretting over anything!" He exclaimed. "Look, Shareen. I know you've had a crush on this guy since forever and it's not exactly a secret that he has the same crush on you. I'm not going to let him whisk you away from me."

"No one is whisking anyone away!" I yelled. "Patrick is simply my friend, he doesn't have any crush on me! Why can't you just let me be with other people for once?"

"What are you talking about, isn't it obvious that this guy is just trying to make a move on you?"

"He's not doing anything, just stop."  I said softly. I stepped closer to him, my hands balled into fists at my sides, my whole body trembling with anger and sadness. Somehow my tear ducts were connected with my anger and whenever I was mad I just felt like sobbing and yelling.

I didn't know what to think right now. Chuck was angry because I was spending time with Patrick and the guys and he thought Patrick had a crush on me. I didn't think he was wrong, even though Patrick didn't say anything to me and he tried hiding it several times, I knew he liked me. I loved the fact that he felt something towards me. It felt nice because I always thought people just liked my voice and thought I was cool for whatever reason. I never stopped to wonder that someone else would feel anything towards me.

But I was an adult. Patrick was an adult, I could handle the situation.

"Look," Patrick said, his voice making me ache a little. He sounded upset and fragile. I knew how he was and he must feel that this whole fight was his fault. Nothing was his fault. It was Chuck and his stupid jealousy. "I'm sorry for causing this whole mess." He said.

"You haven't done anything, Trick." I said.

"Yes, I have." He retorted.  "I'm just going to go, I don't want to cause any more trouble. You and Pete can work on the song. When you're ready, just call me."

"Patrick-" I began.

He shook his head and walked towards the door. He opened it and faced me once more. Chuck had his back to him, staring at me. "Ask him." Patrick mouthed. He stepped through the door and it shut behind him with a silent click.

"Ask him." He said. I knew there had to be something else behind this whole thing. Chuck couldn't be jealous just because. He was never like this, I always had his full confidence, especially while I was on tour and he didn't have the slightest idea of what I was doing. I shared that same confidence. I knew he loved me and if he did, he'd come back. He always did. Why would I have any reason to doubt the person I loved? If you love someone you just trust them. But I wasn't now, and it had to be for a reason.