One-shot book

Peterick- These kids are alright

Hey. Should my book continue to be a holy book of wholesomeness or should I make it sinners? No smut but just some swearing. I don't know.

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Pete's POV

I sat on the musty, old couch in my dressing room back stage in Chicago. Today was a concert day. It wasn't just any concert though. No today was special. Today me and patrick are coming out to our fans and boy was I ready. I was pumped with excitement mixed with nerves as I waited for sound check, while the rest of the boys got ready. Jeez you would think that they were a bunch of bridesmaids getting ready on a wedding day. I chuckled at my own lame joke but was interrupted when I heard a commotion going on in someone else's dressing room. I listened closer to recognize the voices as Joe and...Patrick?

Patrick's POV

"Ok, ok, Pat. Listen, bud. It's going to be ok, just calm down now. Just breathe in and out like me, ok? Follow what I'm doing." Joe tried to clam me down. He held my hands in his own, rubbing patterns on them with his thumbs. My anixety was out of control today. I knew me and Pete were coming out today and believe me I want to so glad, but also so many things could go wrong and I guess that just lead me into a major anixety attack. I didn't want to bother Pete about it becuase I knew how excited he is about it and I didn't want him to think that I wasn't, so I did the logical thing and shrunk down in the corner of my dressing room and I cried. Like the grown-ass man I am. But after a few minutes, Joe heard me and here we are now.

"J-Joe i-it's not a-alright. W-what i-i-if..." I tried to mutter out but ended up just releasing everything and sobbing my eyes out. Joe wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer.

"Hey, hey. shh. It's ok, don't cry. Here-" He as cut off mid-sentence by someone else bursting into the room.

"WHAT'S UP FALLOUT BOYS!!" Brendan screeched marching around the room. Oh, I forgot. Panic! at the Disco was also playing tonight and don't get me wrong Brendan is my best friend and all but I really don't want to cry in front of him. I hid my face away from him, but it was too late. "wait, why is Pat cr-" But before he could finish Joe pulled him aside.

Joe's POV

"What's going on? What's up with Pat? Did Pete break up with him? I swear if he did-" Brendan starts, angrily as I pulled him out of the room.

"Relax Bren, Pete didn't break up with. No, he would've told me like last night or earlier today. He and Pete are coming out today and he's having an anxiety attack because of it but can you get Pete?" I asked him hurridly, before rushing back into the room where Andy was now talking to Pat.

Pete's POV

I just brushed off the noise, Joe probably was just having a problem with his mic or something. But I did start wondering again when I heard Brendan talking to Joe. What problem is Joe having that he needs two people to help him out. Ugh, sometimes Joe can be so helpless. As long as he doesn't bother me any. My door opened and I expected to see a clueless Joe but instead a rushing Brendan appeared in the doorway.

"PETE! Patrick's having an anxiety attack and is crying on the floor in his dressing room!" Brendan shouted before running back down the hall. I quickly got up and sprinted after him and basically kicked the door open to find a sobbing Patrick surronded by my bandmates and Brendan all telling him to steady his breathing.

"Aw, Tricky." I sigh, my heart breaking every second I look at the crying boy. I always hate when Patrick cries. I march over to the crowd, the rest of the guys moving out of the room so I can help my boyfriend. "Hey, it's me! Don't cry, love." I pull him onto my lap, letting him sob into my shoulder until he couldn't possibly cry anymore. "What's wrong baby?" I ask softly.

"W-what i-if e-everything goes wrong, today?" He stutters out, finally looking me in the eyes.

"What do you mean, honey? It'll be ok! Think about this, 80% of our fan base already thinks were dating, so it may not come as a suprise to most of them." I say in a soothing voice. As he calms down completely and smiles a bit.

"Ok, ok. Maybe your right." He sighs and wipes his eyeliner that had ran down his face.

"Of course, I am. I'm Pete Wentz. I'm always right."

"Oh, shut up." he giggles in the cutest way as help him get all the smudged eyeliner off.

"Make me." And with that he pressed his lips into mine.

"There stop being cocky, sweetie." He says pulling away.

"Alright, then. Let's go we have a big concert a head of us so fix your eye makeup and get that pretty ass on stage." I winked at helped him off the floor. The second I left him to his own devices, I was bombarded by Joe, Andy, and Brendan all wondering how he is. "He's much much better. Just a panic attack, let's do this guys!" I cheer and everyone takes a sigh of relief before getting excited too.

--------------------------Time skip to FOB perform-----------------------------

"When it rains, it pours. Stay thirsty like before. Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright." Patrick's angelic voice sings out the last lyrics to the previous song. Man his voice makes me just want to like ugh! I don't even know it's that good. Even when I'm in the worst mood and I come home to here him singing in the shower. All my problems go away and I'm happy again. "Well what a great audience you are!" He shouts into the microphone. In my mind it's a good a time as any to annouce our relationship. But in my own special way that he doesn't even know about. I leave my bass laying on the stage and I make my way over to where he was talking and I wrap both my arms around his waist, causing him to yelp and his own arms find his way to my neck. I smirk and dip him back, pressing my lips against him in a soft yet passionate kiss. I pull him and myself up before saying into the microphone.

"Trick, I love you so so much." The whole stadium burst into multiplie squeals, applause, and only a few boos.

"I love you too, Petey." He responds, blushing madly. As a joke I pump my fist in the air before patrick starts talking again. "Me and Pete have been dating for the 1 year now and it's been the best year of my life." I smile and blush as he said that, realizing that my arm was still wrapped around his waist. I held on tighter and kissed his head before returning to my bass.

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"Thank you all for coming and Goodnight!" Patrick says, waving but before he can walk back stage, I push my bass to my back, hanging off with my backstrap. I ran over to Pat and took his guitar of him and handed it to Joe, who was the only one who knew what I was doing. "What are you, holy-" I knelt down in front of Pat and reached into my pocket and got a velvety black box which contained two silver rings with black gems. I look him in the eyes, which were tearing up. (A/n I don't know if anything in this proposal is true. As a warning.)

"Tricky. I've known you my whole life and I've loved for five years before I finally asked you out. You've been my light in the dark, my angel to save me and I've done the same for you. From when you were bullied in high school to when my parents died. We've been through it all. Words can't describe how much I love you. You'll always be my little Tricky. So to conclude this before I start crying, Patrick Stump will you marry me?" Patrick was full on sobbing now and out of the corner of my eye I could see tears running down Joe and Andy's cheeks. Pat was beyond hysterical at this point and couldn't use his words so he just nodded and jumped into my arms. I slipped the ring onto his finger and he did the same for me with the other ring.

"I love you so much Pete." He whispered to me, wiping his eyes and kissing me gently. The audience in front of us was going crazy, some crying, some cheering, and some doing both. I stood up, pulling him up before putting one arms under his knees and the other on his back, carrying him bridal style off stage. How appropriate. We were congratulated by both bandmates along with those from Panic! before I carried my little angel into his dressing room, throwing him down onto his couch and straddling him, kissing him hard. I love my fiancee.

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This was the longest one shot I think I have ever written and I'm going to be writing a few more tonight. This literally took me three hours to write. Sorry it was so long, I kinda just kept writing, if you know what I mean. Anyways thanks for reading, love you.

-Lilly