Skye's Outfit above (or side whatever you're using). From my polyvore fivesecondsofgreenday (shameless self promotion lel)

Dedication to HidingInParadise. Thanks for reading this story, and enjoy this next chapter!

"Skye, I can't believe we've visited seven different stores and you haven't picked out a single dress!" This morning, Patrick had left me a note saying that he was picking me up at Seven and that I was to wear something nice, but it didn't have to be too nice. He didn't tell me what it was for, or where we were going, and I had realized the only nice piece of clothing that I owned was a blazer, and he wouldn't appreciate if I showed up only wearing that. Well, I mean, he's a guy and he might be into that kind of stuff, but I wasn't, but that's not the point. I was sitting in a Starbucks in the mall, listening to Emma complain about my lack of appreciation for dresses.

"It's not my fault that very few places carry my size! And the ones that do have padding on the chest that's bigger than my boobs!" I protest, and she sighs.

"Well, we've visited every place that I know that carries nice dresses, so I'm out of ideas." She sighs again, taking another sip of her coffee that I couldn't even attempt to pronounce. She was the whitest Hispanic girl that I knew.

"What about Hot Topic?" I suggest and she gives me a look. "What? They have nice clothes!"

She grabs her bag and stands up. "Fine, but it's not my problem if you look like a Goth" I grab my mocha-whatever and dash to Hot Topic.

"Welcome to Hot Topic, all Tees are buy one get one 50%- oh hey guys!" Connor said from the cash register. He was dressed in the all-black uniform, and it was weird seeing him without a band t-shirt on.

"You work here?" I exclaimed.

He nodded his head. "I get discounts on pretty much everything here. I could probably get you an extra discount, too. I'll throw in a Fall Out Boy shirt if you want to impress your boyfriend." Emma laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"No, she's trying to impress him with a dress." Emma said from behind me.

"Are you a classic like a little black dress?" He says, quoting Fall Out Boy for what was probably the 50th time today. I swear, him and Aaron probably tell each other Fall Out Boy pickup lines. While the two of them continued to fangirl and boy over them, I walked to the back of the store and instantly spotted the perfect dress.

It was a spaghetti strapped knee-length dress, but it was covered in lace. It extended beyond the straps to halfway to the elbow and covered the open back of the dress. It flowed freely away from the tight skirt of the black dress, giving it an extra dimension. I checked to see if they had one in my size, and they thankfully did. If they didn't, I would have cried in the middle of the store. I grabbed it as if there were someone else in the store who would take it from me. I also picked up a pair of knee-high black socks and threw them on the counter.

"Oh my God, no! You have to try it on first!" Emma squealed.

"Calm down, I know it'll look good. Trust me." I said and handed Connor my credit card, and he placed my items in the bag.

"No Fall Out Boy shirt for you?" He teased, not giving me the bag.

"Just give me the goddamn dress."

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"Damn girl, you should shop at Hot Topic more often," Emma said as I walked out of my room. I was wearing the dress and knee socks, along with a pair of black Mary Jane's, which had once upon a time belonged to Emma.

"They didn't have one in my hometown, I had to shop online for my band merch if I had any money." I sighed.

"Well, you look great. He'll love it." She smiled, as there was a knock on the door. "Oh my God, this is your first date! I helped you get ready for your first date!" She squealed as she ran to the door and opened it, revealing Patrick. He was wearing her fedora as usual, along with a black blazer and shirt, black dress pants and shoes. "Aw, you two are matching! You're too cute!" I swear she was too excited about all of this.

Before she could fangirl anymore, Patrick took my hand and led me out of the door and to the elevators, where he pressed the up button.

"Uh, did you mean to press the down button?" I asked and he shook his head. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

The ride in the elevator was silent as we ascended to the top floor. He was constantly adjusting his fedora and fixing his hair, and was obviously nervous. I, on the other hand, was confused. Was there a restaurant on the top floor that I didn't know about? I mean, some apartments had restaurants, but they were usually on the ground floor. Where was he taking me? When the doors opened, he grabbed my hand and led me to a flight of stairs that said 'roof access'. He led me up the flight of stairs and stopped at the door at the top. I turned to give him a confused look.

"Close your eyes." I did what he said, and he put his hands over my eyes in case I decided to peek. I heard the door open and h guided me forward into the cool air. "We stood there for a few seconds before he removed his hands and spoke again. "You can open them now."

I did as he said, and almost gasped. The sun was just beginning to set, sending streaks of color throughout the sky. The gray columns of buildings rested on the sky, and every so often, single squares of light would begin to illuminate each building, as people would turn on their lights, creating a gorgeous skyline. But there was more than that. Christmas lights were laced around the fencing of the roof, adding to the soft, colorful glow on the concrete. In the middle of the rood was a typical red and white checkered blanket, along with a basket, which I made my way over to and sat down.

"This is beautiful," I said, smiling, as Patrick sat down next to me.

"For a beautiful girl." He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and I blushed. As cliché as this date was, it was amazing. I reached for the basket but he stopped me. "Uh, so I can't cook..." He trailed off, taking out thermoses with Ramen Noodles in them, and I burst out laughing. Okay, so this wasn't as cliché as I thought.

I grabbed my thermos from him and tapped mine against his. "Cheers!" I said, making him laugh.

"So this is normally the part where I say 'tell me about yourself', but I don't know what there is to learn about you." He admitted.

"So like, my back-story?" I asked and he nodded. "Like a character in some crappy novel because the author can't weave it into the story itself?"

We spent the rest of the night like that, eating and laughing and making fun of cliché first dates we've been on in the past (or in his past, since this was my first first date), along with the occasional kiss. Well, more than occasional. We were in the middle of our God-knows-how-many-th kiss when there was a loud thunderclap from above, and it began to pour rain.

"Jesus Christ, this is a new dress.." I muttered, and Patrick began to laugh. "What?"

"It's just- you're the last person I would expect to care about a dress." He said and I smiled a bit. "At least you're not screaming and running back inside and away from me. That would have been a horrible way to end a first date." I raised my eyebrows and gave him a smirk. "Oh no, please don't run out on me-"

"I'm kidding!" I laughed. "Besides, don't most dates end with a kiss?"

And that was how I got my kiss in the rain.

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I stood up from my bed and instantly regretted it. A thundering pain shot through my head, and I immediately fell back onto the mattress with a groan. After dragging myself out of bed, I was finally able to make my way to the kitchen, where I made a cup of desperately needed coffee.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Pete, who was rummaging through the fridge, noted. I tried to respond, but all I was able to do was cough until my lungs felt like they were on fire. "Here, let me take your temperature." I followed him to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, where he took my temperature and I did have a fever, and he gave me some medicine.

"Patrick is at the store right now, thank God he is or else he would be having a heart attack because there was something wrong." He said and I laughed, or at least began to, until I began to cough my lungs up once again. "Sorry, my bad. Why don't you lie down on the couch, I'll get your blanket and pillow, and I'll make you more coffee?" I nodded my head and mouthed a 'thanks', knowing that I wouldn't be able to speak. As soon as I did so, the door opened and my siblings began to run over, and Ryan jumped on my stomach, causing me to start coughing and wheezing, as soon as Patrick walked in.

"Oh my God, Skye are-" I held my hand up, motioning for him to stop, and I continued to cough and Pete started laughing.

"I told you he would do this," Pete said. "Bro, she's fine, she just has a fever and a cough. I gave her medicine. Relax."

"Oh my God, this is my fault, I should have taken you inside once it started raining, or I got you sick, I'm sorry it's my fault..."

He continued to ramble on, and still unable to speak, I sent him a text.

To: Patrick

Bruh. Shut up.

He immediately stopped once his phone dinged and pulled it out of his pocket to read it. Once he did, he gave me a look. "Really? Bruh?" He shook his head, trying hard not to grin, and walked away.

From: Emma

Hey, we have band. Where are you?

Oh shit, I had forgotten about that. I was kind of busy coughing my lungs up until they felt like they were being punctured.

To: Emma

Sorry, I completely forgot, and I'm sick and can't make it. Is there anything I can do by myself?

From: Emma

Actually, do you think you could come up with the verses for Afraid? Right now we're building off of the melody you gave us, and writing the music and stuff. We're just stuck on lyrics.

To: Emma

I got you. I'll text it to you once I finish.

I grabbed a scrap piece of paper off of the table and a pen and just began brainstorming lines I could use. I wrote them in the forms of paragraphs, or lines, or verses, and sometimes I just listed different adjectives. I just let the ink flow my pen, never stopping. If I stopped, then I would get writer's block.

After a good hour, I had completely filled up every square inch of the paper. I went to grab another, but there was no more. I was too weak, well, too lazy, to get up, so I texted Pete.

To: Pete

Hey nurse, can you get me a sheet of paper.

From: Pete

Haha funny. Why?

To: Pete

Working on a song, and you're killing my vibe here.

He returned moments later with a piece of paper. I gave him a look that said 'was that so hard?' He rolled his eyes and walked away as I smirked with triumph. I began breaking apart the paragraphs, and editing the lines into clusters and making them have rhyme and rhythm and all that good stuff. After an hour of scribbling, I had finally come up with the verses and bridge.

To: Emma

Verse 1:

Lie in this empty bed

With this aching head

You left me here this morning

Now I can't remember why

I let you in again

To get under my skin

And every time you disappear

I remember

Verse 2:

Now there's no place like home

To make me feel alone

I see you everywhere I am

And I remember how you ran out to hide

You kept me close behind

Following your every move so

I remember

Bridge:

Why do we keep this up?

Why do we live like this?

When there is nothing left to save

Will you be afraid?

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Song: Afraid by Yellowcard