Best Friends, Better Off As Lovers (Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Leftover Pieces

1 month later

"Your total will be $13.49," the cashier said as I handed him my credit card. He handed me my change and looked at me funny. "Um, haven't I seen you somewhere?" "What-uh-no, I don't know how you would," I said, and quickly gathered my things and dashed out of the door. I when to my car and started it. I pressed the button on the radio and put the CD in. I read the back of the case to find the song I wanted to hear.

"I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home
And I said I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end
Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
Cut me off, I lost my track
It's not my fault, I'm a maniac
It's not funny anymore, no it's not
My heart is like a stallion
They love it more when it's broke in
Do you wanna feel beautiful
Do you wanna
I'm outside the door, invite me in
So we can go back and play pretend
I'm on deck, yea I'm up next
Tonight I'm high as a private jet
I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home
And I said I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end
Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
My heart is like a stallion
They love it more when it's broke in
Do you wanna feel beautiful
Do you wanna
I'm outside the door, invite me in
So we can go back and play pretend
I'm on deck, yea I'm up next
Tonight I'm high as a private jet, yeah
Yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs
I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home
And I said I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end"

That was song he wrote for me. Then there were tears, but they weren't sad tears. They were hot, angry tears. I missed him so much, yet I was so angry at him. I pulled out of the parking space and drove home, with the tears being held back. I cut off the purring engine and dashed to the stairway of my apartment building. My head ended up hitting something hard and I was pushed to the ground. "Oh, god, are you okay?" The young man spoke. My words came out short and not very understandable. "I-I'm fine-I just-I-sorry." "Flor?" My vision focused and I realized I was eye to eye with Patrick. "Sorry, I forgot you," I pushed him out of my way, but he blocked me again. "I didn't expect to see you again. Are-are you alright?" "No, but you shouldn't care." I hissed. "Can we talk?" Oh no. The tears were coming back. "I guess," I responded. "Florence, I'm really sorry. I was an ass and pretty stupid about this whole thing. I've waited for you. I need to be with you again. Please. I love you so much, I" "It's not how it works! This isn't some story were I take you back and everything's great!" I yelled, letting the tears pour down my face once more. He grabbed my wrist and I pulled back. "Fuck off." I said between my gritted teeth.

I ran as fast as I could in my combat boots, but he didn't follow. He turned away to the other entrance of the building, which I assumed he was staying with Pete. I ran to my apartment door and unlocked it to find another guy sitting on my couch. "Who the hell are you?" I asked, slowly walking towards them. "Hey Florence," said Pete nonchalantly. "Why are you in my house? Did you break in?!" I asked, very confused. "Your door was unlocked. But I came to talk about Patrick. Flor, he-" his voice broke off for a moment, and he looked like he had been holding back tears. "He got into drinking and went to therapy, It's that bad. He's depressed and Trick fucked up a lot. You have no idea how bad it's been, we had to cancel our tour for his therapy sessions. He's too unstable. Please understand that." "Patrick did it to me too. He threw my whole world off," "He knows that." Pete said, running his hands through his hair. "I'm not saying you should forget what happened, just forgive him," Pete then walked out of the door.

If only life was that easy. But it's not. And I've stopped forgiving people. Let alone forget.