There's A Light On In Chicago ( .004 )

Justin never was good at this. I cried a lot through our years. I now wondered if it was because of Danny. Justin had to practically force me out of his car, and I silently demanded him to hide me like we were running through rain as we went to his tour bus. The rest of the band and a couple others were hanging around by the door of the bus, talking casually. "Aren't we leaving soon?" Justin asked them quietly, both his arms still around me. I didn't want to watch the conversation. I didn't want anything right now...

"Kevin lost our key," Matt said rolling his eyes. "They're looking for it right-" Ugh, I've been discovered. I used to be so good at being invisible. "Lacie doll...what's wrong?" he said sweetly, coming over to me and Justin.

This wasn't the time to tell anyone. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to tell anyone. There's only a couple people here I can actually trust. I shook my head and Matt understood. I released myself from Justin's embrace and sat down on the rocky ground, in a similar position as to which I was in the car. I heard a voice as soon as I did. "Are you okay, Lacie?"

It was an amazing voice. I recognized it immediately. I looked up, expecting someone to be standing in front of me, but he was actually kneeled down in front of me. Patrick Stump. God, I love this kid. I didn't quite nod or shake my head. It was kind of both and it seemed to concern Patrick even more. He wasn't wearing his glasses, only a black tee shirt and jeans. Why am I noticing this?

Patrick held out his hand to help me up and I took it. "Come over to our bus, Lace. You look cold."

"Are you kidding?" I smiled softly, amazed at my ability. "It's 90-something degrees out here."

"Then why are you shivering, love?"

There was an emotion in his voice I couldn't point out at first. Concern...sadness...disappointment? I don't know. Patrick led me to the Fall Out Boy bus where Pete was at the table writing something in a notebook. "Hi, Lacie," he said. "Are you okay?" He looked up from his writing and stared at me.

"I'm fine..." Patrick led me to his bed and he sat in the corner, pulling me close into his chest. We laid there for a second before we said anything. His warm fingers combed through my dark and currently quite messy hair.

His voice in my ear gave me goosebumps, which I didn't think I could ever admit to. "What happened?"

"Well...you know about my ex-boyfriend Danny right?" He nodded. I told him about the entire night from when I decided to come with Justin to when I ditched Justin. Somehow it always ends up beginning and ending with the guy. I remembered I still had the tear-stained note in my pocket. I pulled it out and handed it to Patrick, who read it slowly and carefully. I played with his fingers to keep myself entertained while he did so. He didn't seem to mind nor notice. He just sighed when he was finished reading and handed the letter back to me.

"I'm sorry, Lacie," was all he could seem to say. I buried my face in his chest, feeling more tears rise into my eyes. I figured he could feel my eyes stain the thin material of his shirt and through to his skin. Patrick ran his hand up and down my back. I pulled myself closer to him, not knowing why.

I sniffed and wiped the tears off my face. I released myself from his embrace. "I should go-"

"Wait."

I looked over my shoulder at him in his indescribable eyes. I expected him to say something so I waited. He stared back at me and then before I knew it, his soft hands were on my neck and his lips against mine. I was surprised, taken aback...shocked. But somehow I found myself kissing him back. I could feel his breath crashing into mine, his hands falling down my back, and the depth of our unexpected kiss increased. I ran my hands through his soft auburn hair and moved closer to him. I could feel his body heat on my skin and he removed his lips from mine to move his lips to my ear and I felt his teeth bite down on my skin. I gasped slightly in pain and my hands wandered to Patrick's waist, pulling at the bottom of his shirt. He realized my intentions and backed away from me for a moment to remove his shirt, throwing it carelessly on the floor. He kissed me again, with more passion. Or some kind of emotion that enabled a heavier kiss. Emotions right now were impossible to indentify.

Pete was just down the hall and he'd be stupid to not know what we were about to do. This didn't seem to stop Patrick though; I figured this probably happened a lot...

He threw a blanket over the two of us after all our clothing was removed and I attached my lips to his neck. "Lacie-"

I pressed my finger to his lips to silence him and then repositioned myself to straddle his hips. My dark hair fell in my face as I kissed him and pressed my body against his and feeling his effects. Our bodies blended together perfectly, but of course I was the one that disrupted the beauty of it. I was so angry about Danny. I wasn't sure if anger was the emotion I was supposed to be feeling then but it was. I bit down hard on Patrick's shoulder and tasted his blood in my mouth. I tugged at his hair and hit the sides of his waist. I heard him make sounds in the back of his throat, half out of pleasure and half out of pain I guessed. I continued, even in knowing I was using him as a punching bag. He didn't let go of me though, which meant green for me to keep going as well.

I licked away the blood that trickled down Patrick's shoulder, along with a few beads of sweat that had formed on his neck. It was an interesting taste. I gasped his name in his ear and felt goosebumps crawl up his arms. And then I removed myself from him, rolling off his chest and onto my back, but somehow he came with me and kissed me again. "Don't leave, Lacie..." he whispered to me delicately between kisses.

I pushed his shoulders away from me softly, knowing I'd already done enough damage to his body. "Patrick." I searched around for my clothes as I spoke. "You're amazing. And thank you so much for...everything," I said, in failure to find a better word. "I'm sorry about this though. I mean-" I stood up and slid on my jeans. "This really isn't your problem yet you helped me...You're incredible, Patrick."

He'd stared at me through my rant and managed to get back into his pants as well. He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me again.

I sighed. "Don't tell Justin."

And I turned around, noticing Pete in the same spot he was when I came. "Bye, Lacie."

I didn't reply. I left the bus and was glad to see that all the buses were still in the same places, although the evening had darkened. I ran straight for Justin's bus. I just let out my anger through sex. So I'm officially a whore, right? Unfortunately, I figured this was just the beginning of it all.
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Justin
Matt
Pete Wentz
Patrick Stump

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