Alone Together {Patrick Stump}

Chapter 9

I told the guys everything I knew about Chloe, Summer, and Danni so far. The guys seemed like they would love to meet them.

"Hey, how about you invite them over this weekend?" Patrick suggested. "We could get everyone over and we can introduce you to Brendon and Sarah. I bet Dallon Weekes would come by too." I smiled.

"That's be amazing!" I replied. "I'll talk to them about it tomorrow and get their phone numbers. Thanks, Patrick." I smiled at Patrick. Then I remembered the finished song up in my bedroom. "How's the album coming along, by the way?"

"Not great," Pete sighed. "We need one more song and a title for the album, but I haven't been able to think of any lyrics or anything and we can't agree on a title." I looked at Patrick and smiled.

"I might have something that can help," I said with a smile. Pete, Joe, and Andy looked at my curiously, while Patrick looked at me and nodded. He was letting me know I could borrow a guitar from the music room. 

I ran upstairs and went to my room first. I dug the sheet music and lyrics from my drawer, where I kept all my song sheets, and grabbed my favorite guitar from the music room. I went back down the stairs and into the lounge with a smile on my face.

"A few weeks ago, I sat in at my first band practice," I explained. "A bunch of lyrics were rejected, so I wrote them all down, hoping I could use them. I talked to Patrick about my idea, and he agreed, so I wrote a song for you guys." I was smiling the whole time. "You're welcome to use it for the album, and you don't even have to give me credit. Most of them were Pete's lyrics in the first place, I just reorganized them and added a few of my own. I call it American Beauty/ American Psycho." I set up the guitar and played the guitar parts and started to sing.

  She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho

I think I, I fell in love again
Maybe I just took too much cough medicine
And I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet
The best worst thing (whoa)

You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out
And you can kill me, kill me or (whoa)

She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho

I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth
But it's your thread count I really care about
Stay up 'til the lights go out
Stay up, stay up

You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
And as we're drifting off to sleep all those dirty thoughts of me
They were never yours to keep, keep (whoa)

Alter boys, altered boys
We're the things that love destroys
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
You, me, us, them
We're just resurrection men
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
Us, we were only meant
To make you live again
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
Us, we were pity sex,
Nothing more and nothing less
(I'm an American)

She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho

I finished and waited for their reactions. They didn't say anything.

"It's not that great," I said, my smile turning to a frown while I looked at the floor. "I'm not that great at writing songs or playing guitar." I shrugged slightly, still looking at the floor. I felt tears well up in my eyes. They didn't like it. I don't why I expected them to like it. They're Fall Out Boy, Pete's an amazing lyricist. Why was I arrogant enough to believe they would like it?