{DISCONTINUED} Just One Yesterday *A Fall Out Boy Fanfic*

Chapter Six

I slept nicely, waking up at the concert grounds. Everyone was already dressed. I guess it was just me. I put on a dress, but with Vans. Not too formal (Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=14614251&.svc=copypaste&id=158601442 )
but just formal enough.

I did my hair, putting in my white beanie. I walked out of the bus, the wind blowing my hair in all different directions. "LOOKIN' GOOD, OCTAGON!" Joe yelled. "THANKS, COFFEE!" I screamed back.

I strode around the grounds, gasping when I was grabbed by someone. I struggled free until I realized who ur was. "Brendon!" I yelled, hugging him. "Hey, Oct!" He smiled that wonderful Brendon Urie smile. "You don't need glasses anymore?" He asked.

"Contacts." I replied simply. He pointed at me, clicking. I chuckled, waking with him by Pete. "Oh- you look nice." He smiled.

"Thanks, Pete." I replied. He rolled his eyes, still smiling.

"YO, PETE COME LOOK AT THIS!" Andy yelled from the stage. Pete ran from the chair he was sitting on to the stage. I followed him, grinning. Andy tapped a drawing with his foot. "It looks like a dick." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. They were so immature. I tripped over my feet, falling into Patrick's back. He let out a tiny grunt, turning around. I smiled, jumping up to grab his fedora. He smiled back. "A fedora suits you." He said proudly.

I dipped my head. "Thank you, kind sir." I giggled. Patrick plucked his hat off my head, but he didn't put his back on, rather putting on my beanie. "Oh my god, take it off!" I squealed, covering my eyes. Patrick laughed, tossing me back my (second) favorite white beanie. I shoved it on my dirty blonde waves.

He clapped my shoulder, heading backstage after whispering "Happy Birthday, my Sunshine". I didn't follow him, but I turned around and gazed at the empty seats that would be filled with people. I sighed, blinking slowly.

-/:::\-

I stood backstage, turning when there was a tap on my shoulder. "I have something for you." Pete said, grinning. I tilted my head. He handed me a white leather Fall Out Boy vest with black print. I smiled, putting it on. It fit perfectly. "Thank you!" I squealed, hugging my brother.

He dipped his head. "Yeah, happy birthday, little sis. Oh- and, I have something to ask, or tell, uh, can you sing Rat-A-Tat with us? I know your comfortable with cursing, and you're the only girl on tour." I stared at him, wide eyed. "WHAT?" I yelled.

"Please, October!" Pete begged. "I gave you that vest!" I groaned. "Fine." Pete smiled.

"Fuck you." I spat. He smiled sarcastically, running into stage. I followed him, grabbing a headpiece mic.

"HEEEEEEY!" Pete screamed. I stood awkwardly next to him. "HOW ARE YOU TODAY?" He asked. Screams. Nice to know the crowd was feeling "AAAAAAAAHHH!"

"A'ight, so before we start, put your hands together, then apart, then together again repeatedly for my sister-who's birthday is today- October!" Pete held my hand up. I smiled awkwardly as the cheers went on.

"First song involves ratting and tatting." Pete snorted. I rolled my eyes.

The music started. I sucked in a breath. One, two, three.

"It's Courtney, bitch." I growled. The crowd chanted "rat-a-tat" I breathed again. "No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate. Ain't no graphics ain't no fuckin' PowerPoint presentation; so they just DIY'd that shit and built their own bombs." I glanced at Joe, who was headbanging. "She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold."

Patrick walked across the stage over to me excitedly, singing. "Are you ready for another bad poem? One more another off-key anthem? Let your teeth sink in, remember me as I was not as I am." I smiled at him, he mouthed to sing parts without. "And I said 'I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,' I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head!"

The crowd chanted. "RAT-A-TAT- TAT, RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT AYY!"

"If my love is a weapon, there's no second guessin'" Patrick and I sang.

"RAT-A-TAT- TAT, RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT AYY!"

We finished the song, panting and smiling.

"GIVE IT UP FOR OCTOBER WENTZ!" Patrick yelled. He then walked back over to the microphone stand, staring at the applauding crowd. "Alright, so, as Pete mentioned before Rat-A-Tat, it's October's birthday, and I believe the tradition for birthdays is to sing." He chuckled a bit. "I think everyone knows this song, so let's all sing it together." I rolled my eyes at Patrick. He was such a wise-ass.

I stood super awkwardly as over a thousand people sung to me. I grinned after. "Thank you," I said into my microphone, waving as I strode off the stage.

I passed my set to the technician or whatever and headed into the dressing room, ignoring the congratulations. I yawned, changing into sweatpants and and a sweater, dozing off. I was exhausted.