Carly's pov.

Patrick's doing way better. That's good, considering he has to perform tomorrow. He still has headaches, but he is full of energy. Cute little man.

I was bored, so I switched on the television. I decided to watch the news. I don't know why. I just wanted to.
There was some story about dogs that were killed by police due to bad behavior. That hit my feels.

A couple of nonsense stories later, my eyelids were drooping. I was about to fall asleep when the words 'Patrick Stump'. I looked up. The headline read, 'Mystery Girl With a Great Voice Comforts Patrick Stump'.

My mouth dropped open. He didn't. There was a video of me singing Therapy to Patrick. I couldn't see my face, but I knew it was me. The hair.

"Patrick!" I called.

I heard his door creak and I soon saw the little devil. I gave him an annoyed glare and glanced at the TV. He looked at and gave me a devious smile before running back to his room. He shut the door and began laughing.

I banged on the door. "PATRICK!!!"

"WHAT?!?!" He yelped through his laughs.

I heard Pete walk out. He looked at me. "You found out, didn't you?"

"No shit, Sherlock!" I yelped.

I began pacing. "They're gonna find out. Shit Shit Shit."

"Carly, calm down. You're gonna be fine. You have an amazing voice." Pete said.

"Patrick? Come out, please." I asked.

He stepped out and I flew into his arms. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

--a/n--

LAST CHAPTER!!! Sequel info will be another post so.. yeah.

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-Emily aka foblvr