We practiced the whole morning but we never did the death scene again. Pete watched us practice that was maybe the reason why. We made mistakes a lot and Pete kept making noises to distract us. Which was really funny, cause we get the lines all mixed up and we start all over again. So in short, we didnt really finish a lot today, but I had a hell lot of fun.

After practicing I got to watch the guys rehearse. I found out all their other members. Theres Joe Trohman, who I knew because he was in school with us. There was TJ and Mike too. Patrick was in lead vocals.

Oh man, Patricks voice could kill. It was incredible. The band was amazing, it sounded great.

After rehearsals, Pete and Patrick invited me to ride with the guys going to Adams party. But I declined, not that I didnt want to ride with them. Believe me, I really wanted to, but I promised Sam wed go together. And besides, I have to change my clothes.

"Oh, come on, Claire. Please? Pete begged. "For," He looked around. "For Patrick?" He smiled.

Patrick pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes. I sighed. I couldnt say no to those adorable eyes.

"Alright fine, but I have to go home and change." I said. "And how about Sam?"

"We can pick you up at around 5." Pete said. "And you can tell Sam to meet you at your house so we can all go together."

"We cant fit." Joe said butting in. Pete rolled his eyes.

"You guys can walk." He said. Joe groaned and glared at Pete. Pete glared back.

"Sam and I can walk." I suggested.

Pete sighed angrily. "This is the plan, okay. Patrick and I will pick you girls up at around five." He looked at Joe and raised an eyebrow. "And thats the plan."

Joe looked at him or you could say glared, but gave up and nodded.

"Remind me again why we are riding with Patrick and his friend?" Sam asked looking at me suspiciously. It's quarter to five and we were out on the front porch waiting for the black civic.

"You guys aren't secretly dating, are you?" She raised her eyebrow at me.

"No, Sam. I told you we're not." I replied crossing my arms over my chest.

"But you do like him, right?" Sam said with a smirk.

"Well, maybe a little." I admitted very softly. Sam looked at me surprised.

"I knew it! My theory was correct." She said jumping up and down. Then she looked at me and smiled. "Admit it. You like him a lot. I see how you look at him. And I know he walks you to your English class."

I looked at her, pleading. She raised her eyebrow and I gave in. "Yes. I do like him a lot. And yes, he walks me to English class. There, I said it."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me." She said looking hurt. But I knew her too well for that, it was fake. And I laughed, she laughed along with me.

A black civic pulled up in front of us. Pete and Patrick got out and greeted us. I introduced Sam and soon we were off. Sam and I sat at the back while Patrick sat at front.

Sam kept giving me sideward glances which were really annoying considering the fact that Patrick was just in front of us. The few minutes in the car was silence, but Pete started talking so everyone got warmed at with each other's company.

"What song are you guys gonna sing?" Sam asked enthusiastically.

"Our own." Pete said glancing at her through the rear view mirror. "Patrick wrote the lyrics and music." He said proudly.

Sam gave me an amused looked and continued on chatting. "Patrick wrote the songs? Wow."

"Thanks." Patrick said nodding.

A few minutes later we were at Adam's front porch which was now lined up with cars. Pete parked far from the house because that was the only available space. We got out and Sam and Pete rushed to Adams house saying that they might run out of cake, leaving me and Patrick walking together, just the two of us.

"So, you write your songs." I said looking up at him. The moon was up now and it flooded his face, his cap shadowing some parts of it. He looked amazingly dreamy.

"Yup." He replied. "Joe thinks Im this musical genius. He said Im like a mad scientist." He chuckled. I chuckled with him.

"Well, after hearing you guys play today, I think hes right." I said. "You are a musical genius."

He looked at me and bit his lower lip trying to suppress a smile. "Yeah, maybe I am."

I chuckled.

He looked at me and noticed my necklace. "Is that the one Ive" He trailed off.

I touched my necklace and nodded. "You dont know how important this is to me." I said. "My dad gave me this. Its a heart-shaped key. But promise you wont laugh when I tell you what it means to me." I said looking at him smiling.

"I promise." He said raising his right hand.

"Well, it's a key, right? And it's heart-shaped." I said cursing myself for how stupid that sounded but I continued anyway. "I told myself that this would be the key to my heart. Id only give this to the person worthy of opening it." I said looking at him for his reaction.

"And have y-you f-found the right p-person yet?" He stuttered. I shook my head and he mustve noticed confusion in my eyes when he stammered.

"Sorry." He said looking down. "I stutter when Im nervous."

"Why are you so nervous about, it's only me here." I said trying to sound nonchalant.

"Thats the point." He said looking at me straight in the eye. I held my breath. Was he saying that he? No he can't be. Can he?

"Everyone give it up for Fall Out Boy!" Adam screamed through the microphone. Everyone cheered and Sam and I wrestled our way through the front. Pete started playing his bass and soon after the short intro, Patrick emerged smiling hugely.

I cheered with the rest as he tapped the mic to check if it's already turned on. TJ started playing the guitar, Mike banged the drums. Patrick started singing.

"Walking off that stage tonight I know what you're thinking, yeah He stands alone because he's high on himself But if you only knew,"

I stared mesmerized at how amazing his voice was. It was as if he was singing it to me, not to everyone in this party, only to me. It was like, the song was my song. I wasn't sure if Patrick was looking at me because his cap shadowed his eyes and the room was dark, but I can feel him stare.

" I was terrified and would you mind if I sat Next to you and watched you smile? So many kids but I only see you And I don't think you notice me,"

I smiled jumping up and down with the beat and stared at Patrick. I saw him smile and continued singing lines that spoke to my heart.

" I've seen you boyfriend and I don't think he treats you right But that's none of my business is it? I am not the way you think I am, no I am not the way you think I am, no

Yes, he isn't. He's not the way I think he is. The Patrick I once knew was the Patrick who kept quiet all the time, now he's the rock star that sang his lungs out in front of everyone. I think I like this Patrick.