Patrick Stump One Shots (Complete)

Based off Where Did the Party Go? {super short//not the best writing}

I ran through the hallways of the hospital as quick as I could. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster by the second.

I could hear him tripping into tables and carts close behind me, grunting and growling.

My legs began to grow weak as tears blurred my vision.

"Pete!" I yelled outwardly. "Pete, are you okay?!" I yelled again. No response.

Pete was my older brother. I didn't know where he was, or if he was even in this hospital.

Patrick let out a low angered scream from behind me. I could hear him nearing.

"Patrick, stop this!" I cried out.
He growled and pushed himself forwards.

I ran into the closest empty room to find myself cornered.

I shook into the corner of the room as Patrick slowly stepped towards me.

"Patrick, please, don't."

His yellow eyes flashed scenes of violence and riot.

"No, I-" he stepped closer.

I couldn't do anything- I was pushed up against the corner of the gross clinical-aide's office and it gagged me of rotted sterile fumes of old hospitals and bad memories.

I did the only thing I could do.

I reached out my hand and rested it on his cheek.

His eyes simmered and sparked and then glazed over and became sugar-coated.
The blue candies gleamed and began to well up and pour.

He trembled and staggered back.

I connected my lips against his and tasted dry blood.

He pushed me off of him and collapsed backwards.

Looking at his blood-stained hands he realized what he had done.

His lips creamed over and became glossy.

"It's okay." I murmured, sitting next to him, holding him as he cried.

(The only good thing about this book was the fact that it has to do with Fall Out Boy. Greatest apologies for the shit writing. My other books are better, I promise.)