-1The recording went better then either of them could have ever expected. They actually got a lot done. Patrick managed to work out the kinks that were in a few of the songs. It was really just a matter of timing the chores, or even speeding up or slowing down the music. It was nothing difficult that required them all to sit down and brain storm. Pete had made it a bigger deal then it was, but then again Pete always blows things out of proportion. Patrick leaned back in the chair, hat pulled over his eyes, head phones over his ears. He was truly a music nerd. While other kids were working at fast food joints or clothing stores Patrick was working at record stores and in a few cases book stores. It wasn't a cool job, but Patrick liked it and he had really no desirer to be "popular". He was a geek and it didn't bother him. That was one of the things he didn't feel bad about him self for.

Patrick stretched his legs out, yawned. His left leg had fallen asleep on him and was now driving him crazy every time he moved it.

"you think we got enough for to night?"

"ya were good, we can pick it up here tomorrow and I can mess with the tracks later"

"ok good"

Pete pulled of his head phones and hit the intercom button.

"ok guys that was great, we're done for the night"

Brendon, Spencer, Ryan and Jon came bounding out of the room.

"that was great guys"

Patrick said standing up he knew they were going to want to go out and party and he really wanted to be gone before they asked him to go.

"thank you" Brendon said grinning.

"if Ryan didn't suck as much you guys would be better"

Pete said pulling Ryan into a head lock.

"you guys wanna do some thing" Jon asked

"what you have in mind" Pete answered suddenly forgetting about Ryan.

"we were gonna hit a few night clubs, you know"

" if you guys feel up to it"

"of course we do Gorgey"

"I'll kill you Pete" Ryan snapped

"well Ryan could you wait to kill Pete because I wanna go out"

"don't worry Jon, Ryan could never kill me"

The five of them went back and forth for a few minuets. Patrick stood there with his hands in his pockets, he really didn't wanna go out. Granted it was only 11 but he felt tried and he was more then ready to go back to the hotel, take a shower and maybe order some room service and watch a movie. 'Scratch that he though I just wanna get in bed.'

"so you guys are in right?"

"sure" Pete said, looking at Patrick.

"no" Patrick said quietly looking at the ground

"I guess we'll have to do it another time guys" Pete said

"aw Patrick!"

"come on"

"Please?!"

"it will be fun"

Patrick hated this. He felt bad, he didn't want Pete not to go because of him.

"no Pete you can go"

"I don't know Patrick"

"look I don't need a baby sitter"

"I never said you did,"

"stop acting like I do then"

Maybe it was wrong to snap at Pete but Patrick was tired and in absolutely no mood to play games.

"are you sure? I'd feel bad going with out you"

"I wouldn't have any fun if I did" Patrick said harshly

He could see the look of shock on there faces. And in all honestly he probably would have fun on any other night. They were his friends and he loved them but on days like this he could really do with out them.

"I didn't mean-"

"forget it, but are you sure"

"ya I'm just gonna go to bed any way"

"how you gonna get back"

"it's up to you if you want your car I'll get a walk or get a cab, if you ride with them I'll take it."

Pete glanced over at Brendon.

"ya you can ride with us"

"ok thanks B, I left some thing in my car, I'll walk down with Patrick and get it and I'll meet you guys out front"

"ok night guys, sorry"

"its ok Patrick"

"sleepy tight"

"good night"

"adios"

Patrick leaned against the car and Pete stood in front of him. He really didn't need any thing from his car he just wanted to talk to Patrick alone.

"are you ok"

"ya I'm fine"

"god stop saying that"

"I'm sorry? You asked"

"ya I did"

"ok"

"I'm still worried about you that's all"

"I know but I'm just tired, I'm really just going to bed"

"you know you can call me at any time"

"ya I do, I'm gonna be ok Pete"

"I know but you scare the piss out of me sometimes"

"I'm sorry."

Pete opened up his arms and Patrick welcomed his hug. It made him feel so much better. Pete gave good hugs, not in the sense that they felt good, (they did) but that they made you feel safe, it was like after your father looked under your bed from monsters and checked the closet. It was that kind of reassurance Patrick felt in that hug.

"how late you gonna be"

"I don't know. I don't wanna be out to late and I honestly am going against my better judgment and leaving you alone"

"I'll be fine. I'm going to be asleep"

"ok, I'll only be a few hours"

"see ya then" Patrick sung his legs in to the car and started it up. He paused and rolled down the window.

"did you leave a list of emergency numbers?"

"don't be a prick." Pete said laughing. Maybe he did get over protective over Patrick but did it really matter.

"see ya"

"buy"

Patrick was relieved to get back to the hotel it felt like it took hours instead of the normal 20 minuets. As soon as he got in the room he pulled off his jeans and flopped down on the couch. After many, many commercials for food Patrick decided that he could in fact stand to eat. He decided on a pizza, after all Pete would probably be hungry when he got back too. Patrick sat down on the couch and went to work with the panic! album while he waited on the pizza.

A knock at the door startled Patrick. As Patrick walked to the door he realized he wasn't where his pants. 'that was a close call' he thought pulling his jeans back on.

"coming"

The delivery man looked to be about 17 years old. He had jet black hair, he was a bit over weight and had a face full of acne. He also looked annoyed that he had to come up 19 floors.

"here's your pizza, that will be 11.39"

He shoved the pizza into Patrick's hands while at the same time leaning in to get a good look into the room. Patrick reached into his pocket and handed the kid a twenty.

"I don't have change"

"keep it"

"thanks, that's a big room"

"ya" Patrick wanted the kid gone he was starving and just wanted to tear into the pizza.

"have I seen you before?"

"I don't think so"

"hey I do know you, your Patrick Stump you're the singer in Fall Out Boy"

"ya"

Suddenly Patrick felt very embarrassed this kid probably though he got the whole pizza for him self. Patrick wanted nothing more then his phone to ring or something just any thing to let the kid know that he wasn't going to eat a whole pizza by his self. 'I shouldn't even be eating pizza' he thought, 'I can hardly zip these jeans up as it is'

"can I have an autograph?" the kids voice pulled Patrick from his negative thoughts.

"sure"

"you have a pen?"

"yes" the kid handed him a pen. "I'm Jeff by the way"

"ok" Patrick ripped off a piece of hotel stationary and scrawled in large letters. :

Jeff, Thanks so much for the pizza. Hope to see you at the next show.

Patrick tump J

Jeff had a smile on his face from ear to ear.

"what are you doing here"

"working on the new Panic! Record"

He handed the kid the autograph

"wow, thank you so, so much"

"your welcome"

"this is like the greatest thing that's ever happened to me"

Patrick couldn't help but laugh, it was always weird to hear people say that.

"is it true you've never had voice lessons"

"ya, I was forced to be the lead singer"

"that's so cool"

Patrick chatted with Jeff for a few minuets. The kid was nice, and it was always nice to meet fans, but what Patrick was really thinking about was that pizza he was still holding.

"wow I got to get going, I'm gonna be in trouble if every ones pizza is late."

"you can blame me"

"thanks, at least you got yours though"

"ya that's all that matters" Patrick said laughing

"thank you again"

"no problem, I hope to see you at a show…drive safe"

"thanks"

Patrick shut the door and sighed. The kid was nice but he was ready to dig into his pizza. Patrick sat down on the couch and placed the pizza box on his legs and dug in. The pizza was perfect, the cheese was hot and bubbly there was the right amount of sauce on it. It was no Chicago pizza but it was delicious non the less. Patrick wolfed down 6 large pieces, there were 4 left which would be more then enough for Pete. Patrick closed the box and set it on the counter, and headed to his bed room. He pulled off his t shirt which was now covered in grease and sauce. He groaned as he bent down, he stomach was filled to the point of bursting. He knew in a week of to he would regret eating all of this food. He caught sight of his stomach in the mirror. It was swollen and round it looked like he had swallowed a small basket ball. Patrick lay down on his back and sighed. He was hoping not to gain any weight when he was here but it looked like he was going to. It was difficult to get comfortable with his stomach so full. Finally he managed to get into a comfortable position on his side. And with in minuets he was out like a light.