My whole body vibrated with the sounds coming from the stadium. The half time show. I've never cared about them, they're just a time to go get more popcorn and sodas. They're always the same thing. Two mascots fighting each other for a laugh or some kid prodigy performing to make everyone else look bad. Why waste your time with it.

But that wasn't the reason I was walking the crowded corridors of the building. Me, being me, didn't notice that the rest of my basketball team had left the stands at some point during the first half without telling me. Who knows where they went. And did I care? Not that much. This was the last time I would have to deal with them again. But, still, I was looking for them.

Maybe it was the little hope left in me that believed that they hadn't left me completely. Maybe they were just getting some food or gone to the bathroom. Surely they hadn't left. I didn't really want to see them again anyway but I felt like I had something to finish with them. I had to end this properly. Had to go out with a bang. And that was my hatred speaking.

I tried many rooms, opened many doors. Apologized to many people. I asked the same question over and over again; "Have you seen a big group of girls?" and I got the same answer each time; "No, I haven't." Some people didn't even answer, didn't even look at me. But, I suppose I was used to it. A lot of people don't listen to what I say.

I could hear claps and yells coming from the entrances to the main event all around me. I sighed as I reached to my pocket to pull out my phone. I pressed the power button, checking the time. I'd been walking for about twenty minutes now. The second half of the game would be starting soon.

I shoved my phone back in my jeans pocket and quickened my pace. I didn't want them to get away with this. I had to find them, for the sake of my sanity. I had to finish what had started.

I rounded another corner, probably for the fourth time, and kept walking. I dodged people as I went. No one was paying attention. They were either on their phones or eating a hotdog that was dripping ketchup on the floor. They were all the same. Every last one of them.

I looked to my left and saw another door. I stopped for a moment, waiting for a couple to pass me before I cut towards it. I didn't bother knocking. I was growing too impatient for that. I grabbed hold of the handle and pulled it open, throwing myself into the room. I found myself face to face with four men surrounded by instruments. I didn't think much of it. "Have you guys seen a big group of girls?" I asked them quickly. One of them, a guy with blonde hair, looked to his friends before saying no to me. I sighed before I spoke again. "Alright, thanks." I said sarcastically. Just like that, I turned around to leave.

But I didn't make it out. I stopped before I reached the door, my head running wild. It couldn't be, there was no way. They weren't even in my country right now. So, why did I think it was them? Only one way to find out if it really is.

I turned around as I mumbled "What the heck." under my breath. All four of them were looking at me, watching my every move. And I was right. It was them, and I lost the ability to speak for a few moments. I just stared at them, not believing what I was seeing.

I let myself calm down before anything else. When I was feeling brave enough I spoke. "Fall Out Boy?" It came out in a short breath. Pete and Joe both raised their eyebrows at me. It made me nervous. I was gonna leave, I knew it. I was gonna ruin the one time I actually would get to talk to them because I was a chicken. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "What are you guys doing here?"

Pete looked over to the rest of the band before he spoke. It seemed like he wanted someone else to do it for him. When he looked back at me I realized I was shaking. Badly. "We just did the halftime show." He told me. I felt my heart fall to the pit of my stomach. I had missed my chance to see them live for the first time. They were right there. "Since when?" I asked them, holding back some tears. "Ah, I few days ago we got word that we were going to be here for a day or two so we booked a few things." Pete smiled. "Never been here before." I wanted to smile back but I couldn't. I couldn't get over the fact that I had missed it.

I raised my hand to run it over my ponytail as I sniffed. Still trying not to break down. "I missed it, I didn't know you guys were here. I was looking for my basketball team." I said as I looked at them. My eyes weren't really focused though. I was lost in thought. Of what could have been.

When I snapped out of my trance I looked at them for real this time. Taking it in. They were really there. I wanted to remember it, but I didn't stay long. Me being in here was wrong. I held up a hand in front of me, hopefully reassuring them but also me, as I spoke. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge in. I-I'm really, really sorry." I said quickly as I turned again to leave.

But, again, I didn't make it out. "Wait." I heard Pete say to me. I knew that I couldn't stop the tears now. They were falling heavily down my face as I turned to face the band again. I saw Pete's eyes widen. "Woah, are you okay?" He asked me, his voice full of concern. I tried really hard to stop but it didn't look like it would. I nodded as I let more words slide out of my mouth in sobs. "I just wasn't expecting this today." I took a deep breath. "You don't get it. You really don't get it."

I really hope you guys enjoy this first part! It's my first Fall Out Boy story so I'm a little nervous! This book will also have a lot of references to my life, the OC character is very much like myself, so it's kind of a personal story. Anyways, I'm sure you'll know plenty about me by the end! This is also a celebration of the band (that sounded very cheesy, oops.) because they've touched many lives and they really deserve it! Tell me what you think of it if you like! Enjoy!