Prologue


Author's Note: First chapter is really lame and short. Hopefully they'll get better… And longer… Hopefully…

Playlist:

'Adore' ~ Paramore

'Pressure' ~ Paramore

'Sorrow' ~ Flyleaf

Disclaimer: I do not own Fall Out Boy in any way, form or fashion. (Darn.)

It was always times like these when my mind wandered back to my teenage years.

Times when I was all alone on my balcony watching the rain fall off the roof. I had my sketchbook and a nice, slightly dull, not too sharp pencil.

I was drawing a person. An ordinary looking person to most eyes usually. But this person (as cheesy as this sounds) was the only person who could make my heart speed, make my mind wonder, and the only one who I could let my guard down around.

My best friend, Patrick Stump.

Yes, of Fall Out Boy.

But… I didn't see him any anymore… I didn't hear from him anymore either. He was dead to me. And I was probably dead to him.

And yet…

Anytime one of their songs played on the radio I turned it – but I could still remember his voice perfectly. He had an incredible range, so sweet, and so strong. I could recall how I almost cried the first time I heard it.

Anytime an interview came on I switched the channel – but I always remembered our conversations, how his voice had a soft lilt to it and how he used his hands when he spoke, the emotion that would always shine through his eyes even if it wasn't on his face.

Anytime I saw his picture – online, on T.V, or in a magazine (which I'd stop buying years ago) – I got rid of it somehow. But I still could see his face perfectly in my mind. His crystal clear blue eyes, the way his strawberry blonde hair fell in his face, and his smile, how my heart went haywire whenever he flashed it at me, and – and his lips… Oh, his lips, with their soft, warm, inviting –

I shook my head. Now I didn't sit around all day reminiscing on my old best friend. I had a few friends, had a job, my own apartment (well, I shared it with a friend but, still), and had finished college. I wanted to get a little more education, but, for now, I was pretty content.

Except for times like these.

A.N: Alright… Glad that's over. Ha-ha. *Cough's nervously* Well, it's short but it's the prologue. R & R… Please!? I give you cookie! With Patrick on the top! Or Pete, or Andy, or Joe! You know what?! I'll be greedy; all four of 'em! (Fans self) Oh, yeah! They'll get better, I promise.

(Link to 'Another Day', 'Pressure', and 'Sorrow' on my page)

~xXCrimsonTearsXx~