Hellooo :3 I'm not gonna be doing different POVs often, I just want you guys to know what Autumn looks like, sounds like, how she acts… ect… enjoy :D

Patrick's POV

A sharp knock on the front door caused my head to jolt up from packing my backpack for school. It's the start of a new year, so there isn't much to pack, making my bag nice and light.

"OOH I'll get it!" My mom then came rushing out of the kitchen and eagerly yanked the front door open to reveal a grumpy looking Pete Wentz. "Hi Pete! Patrick's just getting his bag together, but he shouldn't be a minute. Come in! Come in!" Mom was always so kimd, especially towards the guys. She would let us practice in the garage and prided herself in being our biggest fan. We were called Fall Out Boy (nerdy Simpsons reference yeah yeah I know) and played mainly punk rock music – we'd done a few gigs around Chicago, but were still waiting for our big break. I sang and played guitar, Pete played bass, and then there was Andy Hurley on drums and Joe Trohman on guitar. Me and the guys all went to Bluecroft highschool, catching the bus together each morning.

I zipped up the black backpack, swinging it over my shoulders and readjusting my blue trucker hat in the mirror before meeting Pete in the hallway. "'Sup dude," I greeted.
"Not much man, like the hat." he replied with a toothy grin. I dipped my head and smiled, I only liked wearing these hats because at least then I could hide underneath them.
"Like the eyeliner." I teased, grinning at the heavily made over boy in front of me. Pete glared at me then sighed "Shut up…" making his way back out the front door and into the cold Chicago air.
I followed him through the door, shouted bye to my mom and turned to wave at the apron clad woman. She began waving back, "Honey wait! Are you staying behind at school later?" I looked to Pete for confirmation, walking down the path of my house, he nodded his head.
"Yeah we are!" I yelled as we continued down and onto the pavement.
"Okay, see you later!" and with that she closed the door.

Me and Pete made small talk on our way to the bus stop, too tired to engage in any actual conversation. "Soo…" he dragged out.
"Soo…" I mimicked, unsure of where to take the conversation.
"How are you and Kara?" I piped up. Kara was Pete's girlfriend – she was short and cute with freckles and black hair to match Pete's. They'd been together for about seven months now, and both seemed to love the other very much. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous, Pete just seemed to get into relationships so easily, while I was yet to be in a proper relationship.
Pete looked up at me, "We're good man, yeah… I mean I guess so. It's seven months since we got together in a couple weeks, so I wanna get her something special." He stopped as we reached Andy and Joe, both stood talking at the bus stop.
"I just don't know what to get…" he trailed off, looking pretty confused.

"Seven months and you still don't know what to get your girlfriend?" Joe laughed, causing Pete to send him a death glare. Joe raised his hands in defence. Andy, who's tattoos were displayed proudly with his short sleeved t-shirt, then said, "I think you need a girl,"
"I can't cheat on her as a gift dickwad," Pete spat, clearly not in the mood, a confused expression etched onto his face.

"No! Like, get a girl to help choose a present for her, someone who knows Kara well." Andy suggested, shrugging his idea off.
"I would but you know that none of her friends can be trusted to keep a secret." Pete scrunched his face up in concentration.

"YEAH!" Joe shouted suddenly, pointing at Pete and causing us all to jump in our sleepy states, "Like the time YOU decided to tell one of her friends that I liked Laney!" Pete just chuckled at the memory and the way Joe's hair was being blown about every which way by the wind.
"Dude, I was drunk I'm so sorry!" he howled, me and Andy then began laughing as the memories from that night came flooding back. Pete had decided that a sober school ball would be boring, so brought some drinks of his own. I don't even remember how he managed to sneak them into the school – but it was funny as hell.

"Hey," I finally managed to choke out between laughs, while Andy was still doubled over and Joe just stood there looking rather unimpressed, "It was an accident, and you gotta admit, that night was one of the funniest things to happen to us!" a small, reminiscent smile made its way onto Joe's face. "Besides," I straightened my hat, composing myself "You and Laney have been going out for what, three months? You should be thanking him!"
Joe just waved his hands about dismissively, "Yeah, well I was gonna make a move anyways…"
"Sure, you're such a big girl…" Andy rolled his eyes.

The sound of an engine directed our attention towards the end of the road where the school bus was just appearing. "Ladies first," Pete bowed to Joe, earning a middle finger in response. I followed behind as the guys trailed onto the bus, curious as to why Pete hadn't sat down in our usual spot – that's when I noticed a girl with deep red hair sitting in his window space. I watched her quickly shove her headphones into her pocket as I walked down the aisle.
As I got closer her features became more apparent, and holy smokes was she pretty. She had a mass of deep red, curly hair that came down past her shoulders, dark brown eyes, pudgy cheeks and tan coloured skin. Red girl went to stand up, probably because Pete was stood there shooting daggers at her, so I decided to get a better look. She was tall – but still shorter than me – and had on a big green jumper, it must have been at least two sizes too big. From what I could see she wasn't really fat or thin. Her arms and legs were pudgy – like her cheeks – and I saw he belly stick out a little when she pulled at the bottom of her jumper nervously. She had the same body type as me basically. I reached the seat and slid in next to her before she could stand, causing us to collide and for her to fall back into the seat with the cutest little squeak, her face matching the colour of her hair – mine was probably the same shade.
"S-sorry,"
"No it's f-fine,"
"Sorry I-"
"Really no worries I ju-"

"Hey don't worry about it," I chuckled at how awkward she seemed and her sweet sounding British accent. You can't call her cute you don't even know her.
"I'll, erm, move so you-your erm friend c-can sit… sit down…" she began again – I looked down at her and noticed that she had pulled her sleeves over her hands, making my stomach twist into a knot. What IS this?
"Naah you're fine, Pete can stand." I blurted out before realising that she had no idea who Pete was, I just really wanted her to stay. Idiot. She was probably anxious as hell right now, you could see it in her eyes and the way she kept tugging at her jumper and sleeves, so I turned to Pete (who was still looking angrily at red head) and whispered "Give her a break man, I think she's new." Before turning back around and smiling at her, trying anything to make her feel less uncomfortable because there's nothing worse than feeling like an inconvenience; I should know.
Andy, Joe and Pete all began talking and I saw red girl put her earphones back in, turning the volume up to max. I could hear the music slightly, but couldn't place the song, so I took a sneaky look over just as she was changing whatever was playing and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. She went to change the song with her left hand, but... she didn't have one. She pulled it out of her sleeve to reveal a thin wrist, tiny palm and five round little digits that I'm guessing were her fingers. She used her little thumb to change the song then slid her 'hand' back into her sleeve, before snapping her head to look me dead in the eyes. Shit, I've been staring waaay to long. I looked away as quickly as possible, pretending to talk to Andy, but it was too late, she'd already noticed.

Such a fucking idiot...