Patrick's pov
I drove away without looking back.
Its only a matter of time before they come for me. The question is where do I go?
I put my favorite prince cd in and started singing along.
Just as it got to the good part of the song my phone went off.
"Hello" I said into the receiver.
Hey it's Joe where are you I haven't seen you in days" Joe said
"Well I don't really know" I answered truthfully.
Dude we just found out…well I don't really know how to tell you but Pete is dead" Joe said choking back tears.
"What?" I said with fake shock.
"Man I cant believe it, they shut down the studio there are cops everywhere." Joe said
"Oh my god that's awful." Patrick said.
"Dude you should come back to the hotel the investigators are on there way and they need to talk to us."
"I will be at the hotel in like half an hour ok"Patrick said
"Ok ill see you then Joe said sniffling.
I never said what hotel I would be at though, I still have cloths in the trunk of my car from tour. Ill check in change and get the hell out
"Welcome to hotel flamingo how can I help you" replied an overly happy girl behind the counter.
"Uhh yeah I need a room" I said hugging my hoodie.
No problem and how long will you be staying sir?" she said still smiling.
"One night" I said
"Ok here is your key and you are on the third floor" she replied handing over the key and then looked down to whatever she was doing before.
I unlooked the door and went straight to getting out of the ugly jumpsuit and I tried not to think about how many people have worn it.
After putting on my pj's I turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels to see what crap was on today.
I stopped at the news to see the studio on the screen.
"Investigators are searching the crime seen of where the body of fall out boy's bassist Pete wentz"the male reporter with an obvious spray on tan and very white teeth said.
I turned the TV off after that and turned to sleep. I have a long day of driving ahead of me it would ruin my day to be caught.