"Patrick Fucking Stump!" He hears Kellin's voice ring through the room he's sharing with Joe, Andy, and Pete. He groans loudly and puts a pillow over his head. "No, get the fuck up right now," Kellin demands, taking his pillow and chunking it across the room. It hits Pete in the head. He wakes up with a yawn.

"Kell?" He asks tiredly. Pete reaches over to his night stand and checks the time on his phone. "Seriously, dude? Four in the morning?"

"Patrick has to tell me something right the fuck now!" Kellin yells again. Patrick does not move.

"Dude, come on. You're going to wake up Joe and Andy. Andy is not a morning person, alright? Can't it wait until we get downstairs? That's two hours," Pete asks calmly and quietly.

"Pete, I want you to talk to him about it," Kellin says. Pete's eyebrows furrow.

"Talk to him about what?" Pete is very confused as to what Kellin is talking about.

"He doesn't have a fucking band, Pete!" Kellin says angrily. Pete's eyes widen.

"You're fucking joking!" Pete says back. Patrick, who is one of the most talented people he knows, doesn't have a band and he does? That's not how life usually works.

"Talk to him about it, man. I need to get back to Vic -- bed. I mean, bed," Kellin says, blushing profusely.

"Kell, you know everyone knows you guys have something going on, right?" Pete asks. Kellin drops his head and nods.

"We can get in trouble if any teachers find out, though. I'm lucky he's eighteen," Kellin answers. Pete puts a hand on his back and pats it.

"Go to bed, kid," Pete says. Kellin rolls his eyes and smacks Pete's head before slipping out of their room much more quietly than he came in. "Patrick," He calls out across the room.

"What?" Patrick groans back. Pete smiles and gets up, heading over to the double bed that Patrick is in himself. Patrick sits up when Pete crawls up the bed and sits beside him. "Can I help you?"

"You're not in a band," Pete notes. Patrick nods. "Why not?"

"I thought you knew. I didn't want to come here in the first place. I have no talent," Patrick says simply. Simply. Like it's actually true. Patrick is, as mentioned before, one of the most talented people Pete knows.

"How about, just because Gerard's sick and you'll fail if you don't have a band, you sing for us just for the Battle of the Bands?" Pete suggests. Patrick shakes his head immediately. "Why the fuck not?"

"I suck," Patrick says. Pete hits Patrick softly. He deserves to get the shit slapped out of him for thinking that. Pete isn't going to do that, though; simply because he could never hurt Patrick.

"Two songs, Patrick. Please," Pete begs. Patrick huffs and lies down again, putting his other pillow over his head. Pete snatches it off and throws it across the room. It hits Joe in the head, who has the bed next to Pete. He groans but doesn't wake up.

"Asshole, I have no pillows left," Patrick complains. Pete grins at him.

"That's the point. Agree to sing, and I'll give you your pillows back and not bother you until six thirty," Pete tells him. Patrick thinks for a second before nodding.

"Yeah, okay. Now fuck off," Patrick flips Pete off and then lies back down. Pete kisses Patrick's cheek and then grabs his pillows and tosses them back to Patrick.

Pete is the smartest guy ever.

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"The pitch needs to be higher," Patrick mumbles to himself, singing the words in a higher pitch. That definitely sounds better.

"You're doing amazing, Patrick. We're on after Panic! At the Disco," Pete tells Patrick. Patrick just needs to focus on the lyrics and not the huge pit that his stomach is turning into.

"Thank you, Panic! At the Disco!" Kellin's voice rings through the microphone. "Now, please welcome Fall Out Boy to the stage!" The crowd, which is way bigger than Pete and Patrick both anticipated, clap and wait for them to take the stage. Panic! At the Disco, which consists of Brendon, Dallon, Kenny, and Spencer, did a song called 'This Is Gospel.'

"Hello, L.A.!" Pete yells into his microphone. "We are Fall Out Boy, and this is a song I wrote that's kind of about an old fling of mine that never really worked out. Anyways, this is Bang the Doldrums!"

"I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out. I couldn't bring myself to call. Except to call it quits," And then Patrick loses himself in the whole performance.

"Best friends, ex friends 'till the end. Better off as lovers, and not the other way around," Pete is smiling at Patrick all the while he plays his bass.

When the song ends, the crowd goes, well, wild. There's no other way to explain it, really.

"Thank you, Fall Out Boy! Now let's welcome My Chemical Romance to the stage," Kellin says. Pete and Patrick watch as Bob Bryar, Brent Wilson, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, and, which is a huge surprise to Patrick, Gerard Fucking Way take the stage.

"You asshole!" Patrick exclaims, hitting Pete's shoulder. Pete laughs, and so does Patrick. "You guys tricked me into being in your band!" He whines.

"You're just now finding that out," Pete tells himself. They laugh it out for a few minutes.

"Thank you, though. If it weren't for you, Kell, and Gee, I wouldn't have ever realised that I want to be a singer," Patrick says. Pete smiles at him. Patrick leans in and places a chaste kiss on Pete's lips.

Pete almost floats away after Patrick smiles sheepishly and walks over to Andy and Joe. Patrick just kissed him.

Well, it wasn't anything big, but still! Patrick's lips touched Pete's! Even if it was for a half of a second. It still counts!

Pete watches Patrick as he talks to Andy and Joe. And then they all turn around and watch Gerard's band continue with a song they call 'Teenagers.' It's pretty catchy, Pete will admit.

After they're done, Kellin brings all of the bands back onto the stage to announce the winners.

"Ahem, if I may have your attention for just a minute longer," And the crowd shuts the fuck up. "We have had tons of bands preform today, but only three will win. So, without further ado, I will let you all know who has won," A guy runs onto the stage and hands him an envelope. "Here we are. In third place, we have.. Black Veil Brides!"

Andy Biersack and the rest of his back make their way to the front of the stage and bow. Kellin laughs.

"Our runner ups are the very well put together band, My Chemical Romance!" He yells. The crowd erupts in applause.

"Thank you so much!" Gerard says into the microphone before standing next to the rest of his band.

"And finally, in first place, we have.." Patrick swears his heart stops beating as Kellin pauses for suspense before saying, "Panic! At the Disco!" Pete's heart drops to his feet.

Brendon comes up and makes a huge speech that takes forever. Everyone is going to leave until another envelope is brought to Kellin.

"Uh, there seems to be one award we have left out," Kellin says, scratching the back of his head. "Apparently there's a Judges' Choice award. This award goes to.. well, would you look at that, folks? Come on up here, Fall Out Boy!" Pete's head shoots up, and his mouth drops.

"Holy shit," Patrick whispers to himself. The crowd screams their approval. "Uh, wow," He says as they get their trophy. It's the biggest one. "Umm, Pete, care to say a few words?"

"I just want to thank all of the judges out there. Even though we didn't win the biggest award, we still won one that I think is worth more! I'd like to give this award to a very good friend of mine, our lead singer, Patrick Stump!"

And then Patrick is handed the trophy.

Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all!