I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy ...

Chapter 1 - One Night Stand Off

A/N: This story does contain adult content. I've been working on this story for a while, so let me know what you think.

I entered the club with Pete, Joe, and Andy on that Friday night. It was my birthday. I was officially 21 and they had all insisted I go out. It had been hectic the past few months with putting out our album and everything. It was chaos, but we couldn't deny our dreams of a major label album were coming true. It's not that I regretted it. Let's just say a lot of things had changed. Things that I thought would never change.

"Patrick," Pete said ushering me over to the bar. "Here drink this," he said indicating to a glass in front of me.

"Pete, you know I don't drink," I said pushing the offer away.

"C'mon you're legal," he said edging me on with his hazel eyes. "You at least have to try." He looked at me brushing aside his dark hair, a habit he tended to do. As much as I wanted to protest I couldn't say no to Pete so I picked up the glass and drank it. A burning sensation went down my throat and I closed my eyes letting it past. Once it was gone I opened my eyes again and I felt better.

"Good?" Pete asked shoving another towards me. As I drank more, things began to feel great. I loved the feeling of having everything fade away. The music seemed to grow louder as I was drawn to it. There were many people on the dance floor swaying to the latest techno beat, but only one stood out. It was a girl with long blonde hair and dark highlights. She had a denim skirt on and a fitted tank top. The way she moved mesmerized my thoughts. As I was watching her she looked up and her crystal blue eyes caught mine. She didn't stop moving she just stared at me with her dark eye-lined eyes. It was like she was controlling me because I couldn't look away.

I was abruptly brought back when I felt a hand clamp onto my shoulder.

"Patrick," Joe said throwing himself on me. "How are you?" Joe's usual fro like hair had deflated in a weeping manner. I could tell he was intoxicated by the strong sent on his breath and the stagger in his balance. I wasn't in the place to preach though, because I myself didn't feel so hot.

"I'm good Joe," I answered tearing myself away from him to look back over at the dance floor. I only found disappointment when I didn't see her. I quickly scanned the rest of my viewing area only to find no sign of her.

"C'mon Patrick let's get another drink," Joe said stirring me towards the bar.

"You know I don't think...," I began as he pulled me forward, but I stopped when I saw her at the bar. "Okay," I said now leading him in her direction. I walked over to the bar and took a spot right next to her. Now that I was so close I could smell her. She smelled of oranges and smoke. At my side Joe had already ordered another drink and was consuming it. I looked back over at her to find she was already looking in my direction.

"Here," she said giving me a glass of something. "It's good for you," she said before taking a long drink of her own glass. I looked down at the goblet in front of me with uneasiness. I thought I had already had enough tonight, but was I really going to refuse what was being offered? I picked up the glass and took a long gulp of the liquid. It burned profusely as it slid down my throat. I coughed a little at the shock and backed up. "That good," she commented and smirked. Then she finished her glass and headed towards the door.