Only a few days till their first show in Europe, Pete was panicking. Pete always panics about anything and everything. Bronx was still on tour with them, he was fed up of his dads constant panicking, so was everybody else.

Patrick pretending to be his 'old self' for Pete's sake, literally. On the flight to Amsterdam he had a panic attack in the bathroom the plane. He wore two t-shirts, a hoodie and a leather jacket yet he was still freezing and when the cold air of Amsterdam slapped him across the face it just tore him into a shivering state causing him to press his body against Pete's, Pete had his arm wrapped around Patrick's shoulder while they hurried through the airport, Patrick's fingers were laced with Bronx's and the young boy looked terrified. When Pete started to complain about his 'lack of caffeine' and Joe starting groaning about how crap airport coffee was, Bronx pulled Patrick away from everybody and towards the bathrooms. "Whats wrong, Bronx?" Patrick's eyes were incased with dark circles but full of worry. Scared" was what the curly haired blonds response was. "Why are you scared bud?" Patrick was now very worried "a—airports....they s—scare me....m—makes me feel like I forgot my h—homework and my homework I—is my guide to b—breathing or something l—like that." Anxiety, Bronx Wentz has anxiety. "Have you told your Dad?" Patrick's fingers brushes some hair out of the teens face, who the shook his head. "I'm too scared of h—his reaction", Patrick gave him a warm smile "Bronx, there is nobody who understands how you are feeling as well as your Dad would. I promise you, he will not be angry or mad, he will help you." Bronx smiled "did he help you?" the ten year old asked and Patrick's smile faded a bit "yeah he did, thats not the matter of concern here. we are going to go talk to your Dad now. OK?" Bronx nodded and the two made their way back to the stop where the boys were standing.
Pete pressed two cups into Patrick's hands, his face went from grinning at some joke Joe just made to that worried-Dad look he had when he saw Bronx's sad looking eyes and pulled his son somewhere to talk. Patrick sipped from one of the cups that Pete handed him and just stared at the ground, he didn't want to make eye contact with anyone. he wanted to sleep and maybe cut. Joe ad Andy shared a conserve look, Patrick was almost never silent, he would almost always have something say, because of his ADHD he could never concentrate on one thing and would end up changing from topic to topic. Joe threw his napkin at Patrick "Stumpy, you all right dude?" Patrick looked up and nodded something like that, sure he told himself then continued to sip on his black coffee.

When Bronx and Pete came back from their discussion, Joe gave Pete the somethings-wrong-with-Patrick look, Pete hugged the second youngest in the band and whispered "are you okay, ''Trick?" Patrick is too tired to reply so he just gives him a nod and leans on the older boy, Andy's face turns into a scowl when he notices that Patrick is shaking even though the strawberry blond was bundled up in a few layers of clothes "Patrick, why the fuck are you shaking so much, you are wearing like seven layers" the ginger asks. I'm always cold I don't even know what its like to be warm anymore "I'm fine, Hurley" Patrick hisses before handing his coffee to Pete, grabbing both of his suitcases by the handles and walking into the large crowd of people.

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I put in bronx and anxiety cause i want Pete to be focussing on bronx and forgoing about patrick

current word count of the story, still isnt finished but almost so im guessing its going to be around 16k words when im finished