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“Hide your key because I’m coming over.” There was a pause. “Don’t forget how well I know you.” Jessica heard Pete say slyly into the receiver before a repetitive tone told her he had hung up. She stood there wondering if Pete was just being humorous or if he really was going to come. She snapped out of her seat as she decided to do the safe thing and lock all the doors.

 

She ran outside and grabbed the space key under the mat before looking down each side of the street. He wasn’t in sight yet, that is if he was even going to be. She stepped inside and rushed to make a round of locking the doors and windows.

 

Of all the rooms in the house the only one with a lock besides the bathrooms was her bedroom. With that she jogged up the stairs not paying attention to how loud she was being. When she reached the top of the steps she heard a car door slam. She waited to hear the knock at the door before she almost printed into the master bedroom, locking the door behind her.

 

“Jessica!” She shook at his booming voice. She listened to the echo of her name while there was scuffling below her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight as she was balled up on the closet floor praying to God for something good to happen.

 

“Jessica!” He repeated. The staircase creaked as his unusually heavy footsteps climbed the staircase. She was shaking now, slightly rocking back and forth.

 

He jiggled the doorknob and a smirk came across his face slowly. “Jessica, you should know that if you locked this door than I would know for a face you are hiding in it. Not. A. Smart. Move.” His words were separated as he pounded on the door, eventually breaking the weak withered hinges and swinging the door open.

 

“Just like before, hah.” Pete chuckled as he saw Jessica on the floor in a ball. He aggressively took a hold of her arm and tugged her to her feet outside of the closet. “Pete..” She stuttered his name slightly. “Shh.” He hushed her, putting his pointer finger to his plush lips softly. She shook her head. “Please get out of my house.” She asked trying to sound less scared than she really was feeling. “your house? Ahh. Last time I checked I’m paying the bills while you just sit at home while I’m on tour.” He raised his voice slightly at his annoyance. “S-sorry. Your house.”  Jessica corrected herself quickly.

 

“Then please let me leave. I don’t want anything unnecessary to happen, Pete. Please be rational.” She said taking a step back as he advanced slightly on her. “You’re scared? Come here, babe.” He said changing his tone to a very soft, warmth. He held out his arms open.

 

She hesitated but was aware of his frequent mood-swings. She also knew that sometimes Pete could do things unpredictably and mean it – be good or bad. She knew that underneath his withered exterior his insides were golden.

 

She lightly embraced him. Jessica wrapped her arms around his torso like he was the most fragile piece of art, so she was just barely touching him. After a moment with caution she found it safe to fully embrace him and she did so.

 

He kissed the top of her head as he was taller than her small figure before he whispered in her right ear, “You lied. It’s time to settle the score.” The tone of his voice was almost sinister as she pushed herself away from him and into the wall. She didn’t realize how close to one of the four walls she had been until that moment.

 

“Pete, please don’t do anything.” She pleaded. “Oh, stop asking.” He demanded as he looked through his brow. His brown eyes made Jessica’s insides feel gone. Her heart may have even skipped a beat.

 

He took a step clearing up the two feet that was between them and got within inches of her face. “Who was it?” He whispered. The warmth of the breath did something to her, but she wasn’t quite sure what exactly. She was silent. Pete remained calm as he asked once again, “Who was it?” He stared into her eyes as she avoided his, looking at the collage of pictures on the wall opposite of where she was standing.

 

The pictures were of the sunny days of the past summer they had been together. Some were of the kisses in the park. Some were of his surprise birthday party in June. Others were of their time in Europe – Paris, London, Belgium, Stockholm, ect.

 

Jessica’s memories were switched over quickly to the nights on that vacation when Pete and her would stay up hours into the night in the hotel rooms and fight. She shook the thought out of her head as she felt Pete grab her upper arms and pin them to the wall. She tried to get out of his grasp but he had been surprisingly too strong. “Look at me.” He told her.

 

“Look at me!” He yelled. She did as she was told. “Who did you fuck!” He accused. “Stop your fucking crying, now! Who in the hell did you fuck!” She remained silent as his grip tightened on her. She started crying from both the pain he was inflicting on her and the fear she had been running over and over again in her mind.  

 

“Why are you so stupid?” he asked her taking a sit on the bed. He pulled at his hair as he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself. She swallowed what words she could think of, deciding it was best not to answer that question.

 

“I know you well, Jess. Don’t forget how well I know you. I’ll take you down.” He had repeated the words he had said on the phone only ten minutes before with an even greater threat in them. “What happened?” He asked with true curiosity. She gave herself permission to answer that question. “I….I’ve changed, Pete.” She simply told him.

 

“If we’re talking about change, then what’s that mean?” He asked looking up from his fists to her frightened face.

 

“You really want to see the way…but if you want to see, then you need to settle down.” Jessica instructed him calmly as she used the wall to support her as she stood up slowly. Walking over cautiously, she took a seat next to him on the bed. She sat next to him but kept her distance just for safety measures.

 

“Don’t tell me to settle down!” He grabbed her, jerking her as they stood up. She wasn’t scared anymore. She decided in her mind that if he ended up hurting her, she deserved it. So with that she would let him do whatever actions he was planning, or not planning, on doing.

 

Pete put a hand on his hip as he pulled at his hair. He did this often when his thoughts were racing and his anger was rising.

 

He pushed her against the wall again. Pete shook her, yelling no words, causing her head to hit the wall slightly as he let go and walked away. Jessica watched him lap paces as his hands turned red from his tight fists.

 

“Fuck!” He yelled out after a moment more. Jessica had slid to the floor in the awkward silence before it had been broken. “I always make the same mistake over and over again!” She took the hoodie she had had on, suddenly realizing it had been one of Pete’s, and wiping away the tears in her eyes. Pete stopped suddenly.

 

He looked over at Jessica, his face filled with too many emotions it was almost unreadable, before falling in front of Jessica. He sat on his knees as he places his hands on hers. He hung his head while he thought of what to say before he came up with, “Jess…why? I-I loved you. And I thought you l-loved me.” He stuttered on the word love. Not only had “Love” always confuse him, but it had always been something hard and frustrating for him to admit.

 

“I do, Pete. I do.” She told him, truthfully. Jessica started to say something but Pete cut her off, “Then put your heart where your mouth is.” He instructed.  

 

He reached into her back pocket, pulling out a rather large diamond ring.   

 

 

 

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you like? i downloaded the cabs cd off of limewire and i love the song risky business so i decided to write a oneshot. you might not like the ending but i kind of do. You're not going to know what happens but thats the beauty of it in my eyes. i put the name of the girl as Jessica just because im too lazy to go on babynames and look for a new one. jessica is a good name but i always use it in my other writtings [ not nesseserly ones that i post here but the ones on my computer ] so its kind of annoying to me but whatever.

 

im thinking of making a full fanfic on this but im not sure.

 

i started writting this aat 1:30 am and now its about 5 minutes til 2. please ignore my grammer/spelling/capitol/whatever. if it just doenst make sense at all tell me and tomorrow [ or is it today? ] ill edit it.

 

please comment and buzz!

Pete's POV:

"Kiss her. Kiss her. Kisser" the people around me hissed in my ear. "kiss her. Kisser!" they continued, pushing me towards the brunette. a look of "please don’t. please" was on her face. "kiss her." I opened my mouth and lent forward towards her. then I bit the Vampire holding me inside the circle as hard as I could. he let go and I pushed everyone away as the girl ran into the street. one of the Vampires tried to punch me only for me to slam him on the car hood behind us. another one started at me but I grabbed his fist, wrapped my leg around his arm, and kicked him quare in the face.
Two hands wrapped around my neck. I immediately spun around and choked him, bringing his body up into the sky. I punched him in the abdomen before he flew back down the street.

Just then the I saw the Dandies rambling up the street and the Clandestine car pull up behind me. Patrick Joe and Andy came out of the black car and stood behind me, weapons in hand and ready to fight.

as the fog cleared I saw the faces of the Dandies. approximately 17 strong, William was leading the triangular group. flashbacks of the moment he bit me came into my head. I cringed at the though. Noticing Brendon and Mike as one of the many Vampires being lead by William, my jaw dropped a little. This was news to me. but I didn’t let it detract me. I kept my eyes on the enemies that stood before me. William slipped his white glove off and held it out. As soon as he let if drop his henchmen spread around, chasing after the bystanders.

Patrick's POV:

Screams of the frightened were all around me. Girls and boys, running for their lives. I grasped my weapon and held it up warningly. Pete showed his fangs and hisses at William, who was still standing while the other Dandies were running around. William waved his hand in the air and ½ of his men came surrounding him, fists up. Pete raised his fists as well and took a step towards the Dandies. They took a step back. Pete took another step forwards and the Dandies repeated their step back.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Joe run one way and Andy run another. I noticed 3 girls being cornered by two Vampires. I ran towards them and made the Vamps back away. the girls hovered on me and before I knew it they started biting me. Neck, arms, everywhere.

Joe’s POV:

After fighting off 3 Dandies I ran over to Patrick and killed the 3 girls that were biting Patrick

Andy’s POV:

I whipped my blade out and killed three Dandies. Stabbing the last one in the stomach.

I saw three more Dandies, one of them being Brendon, an ex-Clandestine troop, hypnotizing girls before biting them on the neck.

Nicole's POV:

I was hovering in the sky, waiting for the right moment to come in. to save one of my friends. Pete had said Travie and his crew were coming but they were nowhere to be found. so it was just him, Patrick, Joe, and Andy fighting the um-teen Dandies. I saw Pete was fighting one of the last evil Vampires. He was getting punched a number of times so I decided to come in.

I swooped down and landed in between Pete and the Dandie. Looks of confusing on their faces. I turned around after nodding at Pete and started fighting the Dandie. I was struggling and yelled, "Pete!" but when I got the chance to look, he was fighting another Dandie. Then I heard, "take the child!" by a familiar voice. William's voice. That distracted me and soon 3 Dandies were on me. One holding me down, one tying my feet together, and one tying my hands behind my back. "HELP! PETE! PATRICK! JOE! ANDY! HELP!" I screamed. "shut up kid!" Someone yelled at me turning me around and slapping me across the face. "HELP!" I screamed again. "I SAID SHUT UP!" Brendon said slapping my other cheek before a Dandie took a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. I tried to scream as loud as I could but you could hardly hear anything. I saw Pete advance on William who was sitting on a car. Unknown how, William disappeared and Pete was punching the car. Cops were here and pulled Pete off the car top and started beating him with their night sticks.

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Pete's POV:

I woke up in a police car slowly moving down the street. my hands handcuffed together. I looked out the window and saw my friends being arrested and...Nicole's limp body being put into a black truck. "NIKKI!" I yelled. The police officers in the front seats started laughing histaricly, showing their fangs. "NICOLE!" I yelled. I struggled to break away from the handcuffs and eventually gave up when the black truck was out of sight. I lent my head back against the seat and breathed in and out. Tears falling down my cheeks.

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Nicole's POV:

"Is she waking?" I heard someone say. "I think so. get the blind fold." someone instructed. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw black. the blind fold. Someone took out my gag and ask me, "do you know where you are?". I shook my head. "do you remember me?" someone else said. My body froze. "I'll take that as a yes. I remember you. and your parents. their blood so pure." William said. My body started to shake as I held back tears. Crying is a sign of weakness, and I wont show them weakness. But a tear fell. "awe, don’t cry. im not going to hurt you. not yet at least" William said in my ear.

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Patrick's POV:

as soon as me, Pete, Joe, and Andy all got to the police station, we all escaped within an hour. We headed back to head quarters.

after we got there, gulped down a few bottles of water, we all crashed in the T.V. room on the couches. "she’s gone. they took her." Pete choked out. "what do you mean?" I asked. after a second of silence my eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. "NICOLE!" I yelled jumping up. "NICOLE! ANSWER ME!" I yelled down the hallways as I ran to her room. I quickly opened her door to find noone. I looked in all the other rooms before I ran back to the T.V. room. "What happened to her? where is she? is she okay? We have to find her!" I proclaimed as I started towards the front door. Joe and Andy held me back as I fought out the door. I eventually fell to the floor sobbing. Joe and Andy joined me on the floor, crying the both of them. "They'll kill her." Andy said. "no. they'll torture her and then they'll kill her." Pete said looking down at us. "when they got me....." he shuddered. "they did everything to me. but they didn’t kill me. They did something worse. they made me into this." he said showing his fangs.

Pete's POV:

I slid onto the floor across from the three of them. "she should have never went...and now she'll never come back." I said sadly.  "yes, she will, Pete. we can get her back. we will get her back." Patrick told me surely. I just looked at him, my sight blurred from my wet eyes. He nodded at me and I returned the favor. "We're all in this right?" Andy said putting a hand out. Joe put his hand in. "you know I am."-"me too" Patrick agreed. Now 3 sets of eyes were looking at me. I was thinking and re-thinking if I should or shouldn’t try to get Nicole back. the chances were slim, and I had hardly any hope. but I still had hope. I put my hand in. "we'll not only get Nik back, but we'll end this...once and for all." Andy stated. "Heaven help us." I whispered, looking up.

William might not know it, but if he has Nicole, he can rule the world. Nicole is special. She’s a Vampire, yes, but a different Vampire....

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Nicole's POV:

I woke up on a floor, a thin sheet covering my chilled body. A door opened before I could analyze my surroundings. Mike came in. "I thought you were on our side." I said angrily, backing away from him against the wall in the corner. he held a tray of a dead chicken. it was feathered but that was it. "I talked William into letting me bring you this. if I hadn’t, he would have you sucking the blood of a human." I glared at him as he set the tray in front of me. "you disgust me" I said spitting at the ground in front of him. His expression was "im sorry" but if he was so sorry he’d still be fighting against the people he’s living with now.

He sighed before he walked out the door. I heard 3 clicks of locks  before I started to examine my new room. Weathered grey brick walls. one brick was missing against the floor. light was shining thru it. I slowly crept towards it on my hands and knees and lent my head down. I tried peering thru it without letting my skin hit the sunlight. I pulled my face away in fear of my skin starting to burn.

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Pete's POV:

Day three of Nicole's abduction. Me and my fellow troops spent night and day trying to concoct a master plan to return the stolen. every thought we ever had seemed almost perfect. almost. there was always one or two little things that would make it go wrong. I finally swatted my coffee that I had sitting on the table next to me onto the floor violently as I got up and kicked the chair. Patrick got up fallowing me into the other room. "nothings ever going to work." I told, my back to him. he closed the door with a creek and lent up against it. "we'll think of something. if we don’t withing the next 4 days, we'll just wing it."-"wing it? oh, that’s the smartest idea I’ve heard all night" I said sarcastically curling my lips in anger.

Patrick's POV:

I was searching for words, "well.....you got anything better?" I said. "........what do you think they’re doing to her right now? I mean, they could do anything and everything." Pete asked me. I paused before answering, "I don’t know. but I don’t think William would hurt her."-"Why do you think that? I mean, you know how he can be."-"yes, I do. but I don’t think he’d hurt her. not now. he’s probably just keeping her locked up. you said when he took you, you were in a room for a few days before he......he.."-"yeah" Pete sat down on the couch in front of the fire place. He gazed in to the burning flame for a number of moments before bringing his legs up to his chin and wrapping his arms around his body, holding himself. I walked over to him and sat on the love seat next to him. "you alright?" I asked. "yeah....why do you ask?" He questioned. "well....last night I could hear you in bed while you were sleeping. "stop! no! please! William! please! God please stop!"" I repeated what I heard him yell in his sleep. He hid his face in his legs as I heard him start to cry. "You're remembering it. and your having nightmares again."-"I know. but I cant help it Patrick."-"I know you know. but I still hate hearing my friend yelling in his sleep for someone to stop killing him." Silence. Pete still had his face in his legs as a muffled, "please just go" came out. I opened my mouth about to say something but I just left, closing the door behind me.


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Nicole's POV:

Three rotting chicken carcasses lay in front of me. I was laying on my back counting the ceiling tiles as I heard a door open. "she hasn’t drank any blood since she got here. what do we do? we cant let her die. William will kill us all" I heard Mike say. "well did you force her to?" Brendon Urie asked. "no..."-"well lets try it then, shall we?"  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike drain some blood from one of the chickens into a glass as Brendon Picked me up and set me on his lap, holding my head up. "Nicole, I want you to drink this okay...?" Mike said kindly. "now open your moth." Brendon demanded. I closed my mouth as much tight as I could. Brendon slapped me and said, "open!". I didn’t and he told me, "open your mouth now or we'll have to do it the hard way." I shook my head, lips still sealed. "okay, fine then." Brendon said as he took one of his hands and pinched my nose shut. I shook my head back and forth, trying to breath but I had hardly any strength left after not feeding for 3 days and nights. After 34 seconds of no oxygen, I opened my mouth to gasp. I felt a warm substance run down my throat as I coughed. "more, she needs more Mike" Brendon yelled. So Mike poured more in my mouth as I was still trying to breath. after about 3 glasses of the ruby red blood went down my throat, Brendon rolled me off his lap onto the concrete floor, stomach down. he kicked my stomach causing me to roll over. He bent down to my face, "Next time, corroperate. or else. get it?"-"Got it."-"Good. Lets go Mike"

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Travie's POV:

I walked down an alley and continued down a concreet staircase to a door. I knocked 5 times before awaiting a reponce.


Patrick's POV:

Me and the boys were all at the table eating breakfast as we heard a knock on the door. we all dropped our slivawear and jumped up. "shhh" Pete said putting his index finger to his lips. He tiptoed to the door, everyone else fallowing behind, to the door. Pete looked thru the eye whole to see a chest. The person was to tall to see his face. "...who is....?" Pete yelled thru the door. "me Petey! open up! Travies in da house!" Travis yelled back. Pete stepped back and awya from the door. It took me a second to realise why he did so, it was morning. the light. So Andy opened the door with a creek and Travie's tall body came in, bending to get past the door frame.

"hey Patty!" he said hugging me. "Andy the man! Joe-Troh!" Travis said happily.

Out of nowhere Pete's figure lunged at Travie, knocking him onto the hard wood floor. Pete gave a swing at Travis before screaming, "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU SAID YOU WERE COMING! NOW SHES GONE!" He gave another punch.

It took all of me, Andy, and Joe to get Pete off and hold him back. "whos gone?" Travis asked noone in particular. Andy dragged Pete into another room as me and Joe stayed back. ".....Nicole's gone." Joe said looking at his feet.

Travies POV:

"WHAT! oooooooh....HAHAHA! Hillarious guys. you got me going there for a sec. wheres the kid, i havent seen her for a few months now?" I asked. Patrick and Joe looked at each other. "you arent kidding are you?" They shook their heads. "who? what? when? where? and why? well, not what, but all the others?" i said taking a seat on a couch infront of a T.V. Patrick and Joe joined me. Patrick was the one to answer, "When; aobut 4 days ago. Where; The fight. Why: unknown. and Who...."-"William" Joe finished for him. my jaw dropped.




*extra long for the delay. im quitting stay gold. i dont ahve enough written and its a bit confusing. sorry.*

Pete's POV:

Patrick was over at his desk working while I was mixing the concoction to lesson my blood lust. I drank it willingly as ½ of it ran down the side of my face and onto the floor. I wiped the mixture off my chin with my hoodies ragged sleeve. about a quarter of the drink was left. I walked it down a hallway and knocked on the third door to the left. No answer. I knocked again. still not answer. I pushed the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. Nicole jumped up from her bed. when she noticed it was me she lay back down and put the pillow over her head. "get up" I ordered. "I said get up Nicole." I repeated myself. "you need to drink this - last warning Nik" I told her. she still just lay there ignoring me. "fine. be that way." I said walking over to her, setting down the cup of the mixture on her bedside table and pulling the pillow off her head. she turned over face down and pulled the covers over her face. I ripped them off angered and said. 'now get up' she still didn’t get up. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her up right sitting on the bed. I took the drink in my other free hand and said, 'do you want me to force this down you again? like last time?" I asked giving her a stern look. she just glared at me and hissed, showing her fangs. she took the glass from my hand, gulped it down, and threw it at the wall. "happy?" she asked. "clean up the glass" I said before stomping out of the room.

Nicole's POV:

"What the hell happened?" Joe asked me as he stood in my doorway."nothing." I replied. "here, let me help" he said as he bent down and helped me pick up the shattered glass.  "thanks Joey."-"no prob kid. but im guessing Pete got you mad uh?"-'just a little. I hate taking that damn shit. it tastes gross and I don’t need it. I'll never bite another human. never" I said. I saw Joe looking at me out of the corner of my eye but I stared at the wall hard. ".......you know Pete loves you." Joe said breaking the silence. I glanced at Joe. "how can he? I was just a homeless orphaned kid who he found in an alley. why the fuck would he care? why would anyone care?" I said angrily as I got up. Joe took my arm and pulled me back on the bed. "Nik. Pete's known you since you were 5. that’s 7 years now. if he didn’t care about you he wouldn’t have gotten you off the streets." I continued to stare at the walls as I noticed 3 small holes and the wall paper pealing. I got up without saying a word and left the room as I heard Joe let out a sigh. I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen slash T.V. room slash work area where I found Pete lounging and Patrick working. I walked over to Trick and said, "morning." as I took a sip of his coffee. "hey kid. nice to see you." he said dropping his pencil and hugging me.

Pete's POV:

"Nicole! come here please" I yelled to Nikki from my seat. I heard her walk over scuffling her feet before she took a seat in the  wooden chair across from me. "Me, Patrick, Joe, and Andy are going to have to go into town tonight. Travie and his crew are going too so they cant baby sit you this time." I heard her say something about "don’t need"-"what’s that?" I asked. "nothing." she answered. "but my point is, you aren’t go-"-"why cant I ever go!? I can fight!" she yelled at me. "no you cant! your too young! and besides, I don’t want you getting into this stuff!"-"I can fight! you need me! after those 4 people died the last time your short Clandestine troops!" I sighed. "im a Vampire just like you Pete. and I hate all the evil Vamps like you and I want to kill them for turning people. Most of all I want to kill Will" she proclaimed. "I know. I do too. we all do. but your still too young. if you go, they’ll murder you in a second. please stay home. I don’t want you getting hurt."-"I want to go!"-"ill fucking chain you up if you say that your going one more time!" I yelled at her. silence. "fine." she said crossing her arms and walking back to her room. I glanced at Patrick, his eyes fallowed Nicole until she was out of sight and then he looked at me.

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Patrick's POV:

"who’s got the keys and who’s driving?" I asked my three fellow troops. "I do!" Joe said as he showed them to us all, "ill drive too." he said. "k, you guys ready?" Pete said. "this is probably one of the biggest fights we're going to have to participate in. all the Dandies are going to be there. I even heard that William is coming." I said. Everyones’’ expressions were tense and their attention was at me. "Dirty was over in town earlier and sent me some pictures. all the gangs are going to be there. but we don’t know who’s on who’s side. so just trust the people you know." I told them. "right" Joe, Andy, and Pete all mumbled nodding their heads. "ready?" Pete asked. "lets go" he said as we all high-fived each other and hopped into the car.

Nicole's POV:

I was up in the vents listening to my room mates whole discussion. as soon as the garage door closed I went back into my room. I searched thru my closest and found a black hoodie, red shirt, black geans, and a red and black beanie. I put all this on and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t who I was. the real Nicole. The real Nicole would have had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. she have the perfect smile and perfectly strait teeth.
the person in the mirror had jet black hair, pale, pale skin, piercing deep brown eyes, almost black, and fangs. "revenge" I said. "revenge shall come tonight...to all those who have drank the blood of the innocent...to all those who have cursed the living...to all those who worship him." I said to myself. "pay back’s a bitch, William"



im pretty much posting this for Sky. i know she likes this one ive been writting for a while now and i decieded to post it. tell me what yous thinks please!

p.s. - i didnt have time to edit this so if there are any spelling mistakes or w/e, then sorry.

an open letter to pete wentz.
it takes a lot to make me mad.
it takes even more to infuriate me.

so, after all this time i finally learned the truth. that it was you telling my ex girlfriend lies and secrets. despite even giving you the pass card after i caught you trying to talk dirty to her online, this is how you repay me? no wonder why you couldnt look me in the eye on the bus last summer and no wonder why you avoided me every chance you got.
you hug me and tell me you love me then you tell lies to my girlfriend behind my back to lure her away from me? you tell her i cheat on her and then you tell me to come stay on the bus?
you are a spineless *beep* sham.

i regret every second i spent defending you and your selfish ways.
dont forget, i know you. not that *beep* glammed up poser image you present to the masses to consume. the dude i knew never would have worn a *beep* dinosaur shirt or sold out one of his friends. the dude i knew had heart and *beep* loyalty. well lil buddy, you are *beep* done.

you want to sell me out to the most important person in my life and then have the audacity to make ME think I did something wrong to not deserve your friendship? you *beep* arrogant bastard.
since we're discussing sellouts lets discuss how when kids give you presents you laugh at them and throw it straight in the trash. oh yeah, ive seen it many times. lets talk about how you talk *beep* about the fat girls that are your fans and mock their letters. you are *beep* undeserving of every ounce of attention you've ever gotten. from every one of your calculated business moves to your "spontaneous" jumps in the crowd parts to your well rehearsed cliche lines you've been spouting for 400 shows in a row. you're boring, contrived and old. "oooh, no one loves me, its sooo hard being on magazine covers and tv shows. someone save me from me." what are you, *beep* 12? go light your little candles ask yourself why no one will ever truly love you. its amazing no one has caught on to your little *beep* show. you're nothing more than a *beep* opportunist business man with even *beep* fashion sense.

so pack up and move to whatever million dollar house you've picked out in california paid for by your lies and hypocrisy and deceit and selfishness and over medicate yourself like youve been doing for years...because guess what? no one wants you here anymore. you are not welcome.

oh yeah, hows that straight edge tattoo doing? as well as the tattoo for your "crew" who now refer to you as a fraud and a con? stay gold dude, stay gold.

remember this each night of the tour when you play the lie, "hey chris, you were our only friend."
downplay it all you want by saying the song is about "friends", but guess whos *beep* name you're saying each and every night? mine. thats right. what a bunch of *beep* phonies. sing the songs you dont even believe in anymore. *beep* liar.

you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty.
you know who im talking about and you know they're not happy either.
so dont get caught slipping and you better make damn sure you watch whos on your guest list because a plus one might come backstage to punch your *beep* teeth out and tear the windpipe from your throat.

you *beep* sell out.




oh, and next time you decide to write another song about me, do it right you *beep* coward.




the above was [ supposedly ] written by chris [ aka heychris ]

got this off of mrsstumph (hope you dont mind i stole it)


then in the comments someone started talking about a letter pete wrote back responding to chris's letter

oh what a monster we've created.
when i am called by my manager to read a post that is burning through the internet it makes me wonder. ive never responded to rumours or shittalking online, no matter who it came from- at the same time there is nothing that makes my blood boil more than reading this- being who i am, my first instinct is to blow it off- but then i consider how anytime anything is written on the internet people believe its true- no matter what, no matter the biases or subjectivity of the sources. my first instinct is to lash out- to say everything i think about you and every situation- to defend myself and attack you. as unbelievable as it is- i am an extremely insecure person- everytime i read something about myself negative or positive i react in probably the exact same way anyone would.
- but like i said- i am going to continue to do this my own way, what i consider to be the higher road. i understand when we get angry we often lash out- ive done it myself on many occassions. if you want to talk to me about any of this call me on my cell phone and we can do it one on one-
i will not be responding to anything else-
however, the attacks about our fans and the people that listen to this music and read these words is completely offbase- the fans of this band are my entire life- ive lost my girlfriend, my friends, much of my "normal" life- just to keep this relationship going- this isn't to say that i dont make mistakes, take misteps. just because youve seen me on tv or at a show doesn't make me anything less or more than human. you dont ever see the other side of the way we agonize over every decision we make or try our best to please everyone- because we've given up in bands before and we know how it feels and we dont want that to happen. everyone in the band is upset about this- remember everyone that makes up fall out boy- they all wanted me to voice that we appreciate our fans and friends that weve met more than anything- and that we realize because of where we are all the arrows are pointed at us- but we will try our best. and we do try our best. we also, have far more faith in the intelligence and dedication of the people that believe in us to think that they will be swayed easily. if you want to hear other stories of how we actually talk about our fans or think of them please ask other bands, they will testify to how we really act. we just want you to know that in four years when noone cares, we still hope you are there. im not going to freak out or whatever, but please an attack on our fans or our relationship with them as a p.r. move is uncalled for.
this doesn't need to be reposted anywhere- i am sure that fob fans know where to find it.
chris if you want to talk the phone line is there.
i wrote this pretty fast so i apologize for the typos and run-ons.
until then, thank you to everyone who reserves judgment and has my back until the end of time.
- petey

sweetharetheartsfob posted that as a comment




i guess the thing chris wrote is true, majority of people say it was on his livejournal before he deleted it

dunno if the pete one is real but im pretty sure it is


this just makes me think - is what chris said really true? does he really laugh at his fans? does he really lie about loving the fans and having them make his life? is he really an asshole like chris says?

thing that sucks is, lately ive been wondering to myself if fall out boy are a lie. then i read that and it coming from someone that really knows the poster boy of the band....i dont know. its not good.

i think i might need to find a new love.

He clicked the open button before opening the passenger door and setting a drunken Nicole down, buckling her in, and closing the door.

Patrick lead Nicole inside, "Mom? You home?" He called out. Silence before, "She’s in Indiana, remember?" Kevin, his brother said walking down the stairway. "Hewow there!" Nicole slurred waving at him. "Is....she alright?" Kevin asked. "Not really. She’s sleeping here tonight - don’t tell mom okay? Remember, you ow me from last time." Kevin smiled, "Yeah, I wont tell. Where’s she staying?" Patrick took a moment to think about this before answering with, "My bed. I don’t want her sleeping in the spare bedroom by herself. Nicole," He said turning to her, "You’re going to sleep in my bedroom tonight, alright?" Nicole let out another loud laugh before kissing him on the lips.

Patrick was flabbergasted. It took him a second to back away, "You’re such a nice boy! No, man! You’re such a nice man!" Nicole told him giggling. Patrick started blushing as he looked up at his brother and then down at the floor. "Let’s go get you in bed." He said quietly as he ushered Nicole up the steps and into his bedroom.

"There....now sleep well." Patrick said covering Nicole with another sheet and a comforter before turning starting to leave. "NO! Please stay with me?" Nicole begged as she sat up in bed. "Pwease?!" She repeated. "Why can’t you sleep by yourself?" Patrick asked, hoping he could get out of this. The thought of him sleeping in the same bed with Nicole tonight made him think of what Anna would do if she found out. "I’m scared of the dark! Please! Just tonight Patty?" She said giving him the puppy dog eyes. Well, we’ve shared a bed before....while I was on tour once. And we slept next to each other in the van. And we’re just friends....so it’s nothing special. It wont mean anything Patrick thought. He let out a sigh and said, "Fine." As he took off his shirt and joined her. He got comfortable under the covers, turning his back on Nicole and lying as far as he could. He felt so guilty for some reason.

Patrick felt movement from the other side of the bed, thinking that Nicole was just turning, but then someone stood over him and turned him on his back. Nicole climbed on him, putting a leg on either side of him and her hands on his chest. She lent in giggling, "You know I’ve always loved you Patrick, hehe." She laughed. "Ever since I met you I’ve always love you" She repeated, leaning in even closer. "Uhh..." Patrick said nervously as he took a hold of Nicole’s arms and tried to gently push her off. Nicole was reluctant and put her hands back onto his chest, and then kissing him again. This time Patrick didn’t back away, he actually kissed her back.

He had secretly had a crush on Nicole since they were kids, middle school-ish time. He wrapped his hands around her neck but then she pulled away and gave him a devilish smile. "What Anna doesn’t know wont hurt her. It can be our dirty little secret." She whispered in his ear. After a moment she continued to kiss him, this time very, very passionately. Three minutes later Patrick eventually gave in completely and started to undress himself, Nicole as well.

All layers off was a huge regret he’d soon find out.

"COLE!!!!" Nicole screamed as she hugged him finally after almost a month. "I MISS YOU SO MUCH!" She told him before they smooched each other, smiling. Colton set her down and kissed her once more before running his fingers threw her hair smiling at her. "I love you so much." He told her.

"So, what you been doin’ while I was gone?" he asked as they took a seat at a near by bench in the middle of the park. "Missing you" Nicole half lied as she took his hand in hers and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I just about died."

"Anna! Why....Why....W-Why did you....?" Patrick could barely come out with as he stood in the foie of Anna’s house, his jaw slightly ajar. Anna crossed her arms and lent against the stairway. "I was getting tired of you going all the time. You’re always on tour. And if you’re not on tour, you’re in the recording studio. I hardly get to see you." She told him. "But you get to see me a lot! You come out to our shows and you spent like half the time in the studio with me and the guys!" "But it wasn’t me and you only! We never had time by ourselves. Patrick, I’ve had it with you."

"ex-cuse me? You’ve had it with me? Me? You’re the one that cheated on me like four times! Who was it with anyways!" "I’m not going to tell you his name. Just go Patrick, now." "No. Tell me who. Now." Patrick pushed, anger raising, tears flowing. Why am I so sensitive? He asked himself. He ignored that thought though and stared at Anna, awaiting his answer. "I told you Trick-" "Don’t call me that again. Who was it?" He continued. "FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME! I AM NOT TELLING YOU WHO IT IS NOW GO BEFORE I CALL THE COPS ON YOUR ASS!" She said as she pushed Patrick out the door and slammed it shut.

Patrick walked down the street with his hood up and his hands in his pockets. He bit his lip holding back anymore tears until he got home.

When he walked through the door he ran to the nearest phone and dialed Pete, "Hey dude, what’s up?" "Please Pete, come over - now." He choked out. "Whoa, are you alright? What happened?" "Please just come." Patrick begged. "I will. But....oh no....she....that bitch! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER! WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE......I’LL BEAT HER-" "Pete, shut up. Just come. Bye." Patrick said as he hung up the phone and slid to the ground hugging his knees.

 

 

 

im kind of slacking off in this part i think, but its cuz my computer was being stupid. and still is actually.

comment and buzz please

Colton was unpacking his guitar and his mike getting ready for tonight’s show when his twin brother Caidon walked over to him, "Hey Cole, what’s up?" He greeted him with a smile. "Nothing’" "hmm...sounds interesting. You miss her already, don’t you?" Cole looked up and answered, "yeah....a lot." "A.w.! That’s so sweet!" Cardon teased. "Shut up." Cole said giving him a dirty look. "Hey, I’m only kidding. I can understand. Before me and Katie broke up I always missed her when we were on tour. But hey, she said she couldn’t stand me going on tour as much as we did and that’s why we broke up." "You don’t think Nicole would do that, do you?"

Cardon thought for a moment and then patted his brother on the shoulder, "no. as well as I know her and how much she loves you, I doubt that she would. Don’t worry about that stuff bro, alright? Lets go do sound-check" he said ushering him inside.

Dad had gotten really drunk tonight. He must have had 10 bears at the bar and like 20 shots. I heard his car roll into the driveway and then ran into my room, locking my door as I heard the front door burst open, banging the wall very loudly. I sat on my bed and pulled my legs up to my chin; rocking slightly back and forth. I bit my lip and closed me eyes, waiting for his heavy footsteps to come climbing up the stairs and my way. Soon enough there was a number of bangs on my door, I jumped at the sound. "Patrick Stump!" He slurred. "I know your in there, son. Open up." He said attempting to open the door. "Open up or else!" he demanded. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. ‘So this is what I get for my 8^th birthday?’ I thought. Suddenly my door burst open and I saw my dad stagger in with a can of beer in his hand.

He laughed loudly before dropping the beer on my floor and walking over to my bed. I curled up as tight as I could, thinking maybe he wouldn’t see me for some reason although without a doubt he did. I felt his large hands wrap around my arms and then carry me over to a wall across the room where he held me up against the wall. "What’d I say about crying you pussy!" He said jerking my little body, causing my head to bounce off the wall. "Please dad, not tonight! Please!" I begged. He woke up in wet sweat filled sheets and his hear racing quite faster than normal. He took a number of deep breaths trying to calm himself before he swiftly brushed the sheets off himself and walked into the bathroom. He turned the water from the sink on and cupped his hands. When they were filled with water he threw it on his face and let out a sigh. Looking in the mirror he first saw himself, then him; as a little boy. It took him a minute to register that and when he did he closed his eyes and shook his head, telling himself to forget those days, forget those bad memories, forget him.

It had been about 2 weeks into the tour that Caidon and his band were on. Nicole’s phone rang and she picked it up, "Hey! Be ready in like thirty minutes! I’m picking you up!" Sky told her. "What? Why?" "Because there’s a party and your going dumbass!" "But I don’t like parties! You know that Sky!" "I know, but it’s just going to be about a-hundred people and the majority of them you’ve met. Come on, go get ready! I’ll be there soon! Bye!" And she hung up. Nicole let out a sigh of frustration and set the phone down on the sidetable next to her bed where she had been lying. She took a moment to think about it and she eventually told herself she’s go along with this one.

"Who’s all coming? Anyone I know?" Nicole asked as she hopped in the back seat. "Oh hey Petey! I haven’t seen you in a while." She said giving Pete a quick hug. "Well, me and Pete obviously, Joe’s going so he’s probably taking Maria. We’re going to pick up Patrick." "I heard that him and Anna got in a pretty big fight so I thought he should get out and have some space for a while." Pete finished for Sky. "What happened? Why are they fighting?" Nicole questioned. "Dunno. He called me up last night and asked if he could spend the night. Later he told me that he brought up to Anna that he thought she might be cheating and then she went ballistic." Pete shrugged.

It wasn’t normal for those two to be fighting but I guess it’d have to happen sometime or another Nicole thought. The rest of the car ride the three of them spent listening to old hip-hop and trying to rap along to it.

At the party Patrick took a drink off the table and went into a corner trying to stay out of the way and make himself as invisible as possible - no such luck. Nicole came up to him, well...more like staggered. She almost fell as she reached him but he caught her and held her up, "Nicole....are you drunk?" She started laughing really obnoxiously and hiccuping. She slurred some words but Patrick couldn’t make out what she was saying. "Nicole, I think it’s time we go home. Alright?" He said as he wrapped her arm around his shoulder and walked her out of the house.

Joe caught him before Patrick and Nicole got off the front step. "Hey, where you guys going?" He asked. "Shes..." "I’m a pretty princess! Will you join me in Never Land? Pweese?" Nicoel slurred. "Oh...." "Yeah." "Where are you guys going?" Joe asked. "We’re going to Candy Mountain Charlie! Candy Mountain!" both the boys gave her a weird look before Patrick answered, "My house I guess. I don’t want to bring her to her parents, they’d be really mad." "You walking?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Take my car," Joe said taking his keys out of his pocked and handing them to Patrick’s outstretched palm. "Thanks man, I’ll bring it over in the morning. See ya’" Patrick said giving his friend a smile before heading down the street and finding Joe’s car.

He sat at his computer desk, the light from its screen the only light in the room besides the little rays peaking through the closed blinds. He sets the razor down and looks at his wrists, cut in every which direction. He holds back tears for a moment before putting his face in his hands and letting his eyes rain. The pain felt good to him, but he knew that what he was doing was a horrible thing. He should have never started. And he didn’t know if he could ever stop.

“Hey babes!” Nikki said as she walked over to Colton, a hop in her step and a smile on her cute face. “Hey,” Colton greeted her as he smooched her and wrapped his arms around her waist, putting his hands in the back pockets of her skinny geans. “I love you.” He quietly whispered into her right ear. A large smile spread across her face as he kissed her once more. Nicole stood there with him, her arms wrapped around his torso, amazing how perfectly they fit, with her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. They rocked slightly back and forth as they embraced each other; both thinking of how much they were in love with each other.

Not too far away a triple date was at the movie theater. Patrick with Anna at his side, Joe with Maria, her head resting on his shoulder. The boys had picked out a chick flick over the new monster movie thinking they might score a few points. They did. The girls each were loving it.
Ending credits scrolled down the screen telling the audience the movie was over. “Awe! That was so cute!” Anna and Maria said in unison, giggling at each other. “Well thank you for taking us,” Maria said looking from a smiling Anna to an even bigger smiling Joe. The girls kissed their boys as another thank you before standing up and heading out the theater, fingers intertwined like vines.

“No! Please don’t go!” Nicole pleaded, grasping her significant other and holding tight. “Please don’t go” She repeated. Colton made medium circles with his palm around her back, comforting her. She let go, adding a few inches to their distance, eyes watery. With a smooth movement Colton put a chunk of her brunette hair behind her ear showing her pale face. “It’ll only be for another month. And next time you said you’d be out of college so you can come along!” He tried to uplift her mood. “But you just got back like a week ago! Why so soon?” Nicole questioned. “I’m really sorry Nikki, I really am. But the ban that we’re going on tour with said they’d pay for our gas and how can we turn that down? You should know how much money that is. Please don’t be sad babe.” He pleaded looking her in her hazel-green eyes, her looking at his wide-eyed browns with a hint of a carmel-y color.
After a long silence Nicole asked, “only a month?” “Mmhm, only a month. Not even.” Colton assured her nodding his head. Nicole put her hand on her hip thinking for a moment before answering with, “fine.” “I knew you’d say that. I love you so much” Colton told her cupping her face in his hands and giving her a long kiss, them both smiling slightly. How had Colton always seemed to make Nicole feel happy no matter what? That had always puzzled her but she wasn’t complaining.

“App. 164" Read the letters and numbers on a door to the left at the top of the first level of the apartment complex. Today Pete was going to ask his girlfriend if she’d like to move out of this shabby place and into his newer apartment. Five knocks on the door and ten seconds later a short, blond beauty opened the door with a creek. “Petey!” she exclaimed as she jumped on him, kissing him passionately. He took a seat on the couch, a spring slightly poking into his ass. Sky walked over and sat next to him and then positioning herself so her head was on his lap. “So how’ve you been...?” She asked as she played with her straight hair. “Honestly? Not to well. I’m in ‘that’ mood, ya’ know?” Sky just rolled her eyes and sighed. Pete had been in ‘that’ mood for a while now. A few months actually. Nothing new to Sky.
“Wanted to ask you if you wanted to move out of this dump and in with me?” “Dump? Hmpf.” She said pretending to pout, pushing out her bottom lip. “Well, it is. But do you? If you don’t take the spot soon then my brother’s friend is going to get to move in.” “Of course I will Pete,” Sky said as she put her hand on his neck showing some affection as she gave him a small smile. “Great. Now lets start packing.” Pete said as he got up and grabbed a box and started packing some DVD’s and books into it. Sky sat on the couch, her arms crossed. Pete confused her lately. One moment he’ll seem like he completely loves her, then the next he’ll pre-occupy himself with something else, almost completely forgetting about her. But once again, nothing new to Sky.

Patrick sat in front of his laptop playing around with GarageBand as Anna walked in with a coffee cup in her hands. She was wearing one of Patrick’s sweat shirts and a pair of his boxers. After a moment Patrick looked up from his laptop, “I see you explored my closet...?” Anna giggled as she walked over to Patrick and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close. “After last night I didn’t have any clean clothes...hope you don’t mind.” Anna said slyly. Patrick smiled for a moment and then gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Last night was the best I’ve ever had.” He told her. “The drummer kept a steady beat. Good performance.” Anna replied. Patrick let out a little laugh at this before kissing her again. Anna set the coffee cup down on the desk and turned to smooch him on the lips.

She snorted another line or cocain off her glass coffee table before leaning her head against the faux-leather couch behind her. After a few moments she took a large sniff and rubbed her nose before standing up, cleaning up the evidence, and crashing on the couch; guilty as the sin.

so if when its thundering outside god is yelling....
and if when it rains god is crying....
...then when it snows does that mean god has bad dandruf?

trading verses telling you my problems
choruses in a song are just me making the same mistake over again
the break down is me breaking down/out
bridge walking down the street looking through the window in on you
wishing i was there sitting next to you watching you smile

gain enough curage to knock on the door only to get a face full of door as it slams
lock clicking as the eyes rain
god must be crying too as it rains down on me
"that girls a different girl today"
that girls a different girl today

after the april showers bring the may flowers
and the sun smiles its crooked smile, light glistening off its yellow teeth
the taste of winter telling you its near
not what you wanted to hear?
"well my dear, thats life."

this town is a different town than yesterday
this town is a different town than yesterday
that girls a different girl today
that girls a different girl today
dont make no sense anymore
im so sorry but not really

so if when its thundering outside god is yelling....
and if when it rains god is crying....
...then when it snows does that mean god has bad dandruf?

trading verses telling you my problems
choruses in a song are just me making the same mistake over again
the break down is me breaking down/out
bridge walking down the street looking through the window in on you
wishing i was there sitting next to you watching you smile

gain enough curage to knock on the door only to get a face full of door as it slams
lock clicking as the eyes rain
god must be crying too as it rains down on me
"that girls a different girl today"
that girls a different girl today

after the april showers bring the may flowers
and the sun smiles its crooked smile, light glistening off its yellow teeth
the taste of winter telling you its near
not what you wanted to hear?
"well my dear, thats life."

this town is a different town than yesterday
this town is a different town than yesterday
that girls a different girl today
that girls a different girl today
dont make no sense anymore
im so sorry but not really