Dedication to riverseals because she ships Caaron to the edge of the Earth I swear.

"You should sing me a song," Patrick stated out of the blue. We were just lying on the couch in each other's arms, having just watched the Nightmare Before Christmas, and I couldn't be happier. Before I met Patrick, I never understood why people could think about or look at that one person and smile for no reason. But now I completely understand.

"What?" I said, sitting up.

"I've only heard you sing in the subway. I found your lyrics for 'Afraid', and they're really good. Can you sing me another song you wrote?" He asked.

"Well," I began. "I only wrote the verses and bridge of Afraid. Aaron wrote the rest. And the rest of us worked on this song called Fighting, I could sing that if you want-"

"Yes!" He gasped, as I giggled at his enthusiasm, and left to grab my guitar.

"We all kind of wrote this for separate reasons." I returned from my room with my guitar in hand. "Emma said it was because of someone who she really likes, who I will not name-"

"Is it Brendon?" He interrupted. "Don't answer that because I know they like each other. Continue."

"You said it, not me. Aaron and Connor kind of wrote it as an apology to the people they grew apart from in high school because of their relationship. And I wrote it about everything that's happened in the last two years." I sat down and began to strum the guitar.

Said I'd move on and I'd leave it alone
But before I walk out there is something that I need you to know
I got lost in a blink of an eye
And I can never get back; no, I never got back
You were not there when I wanted to say 
That you were everything right and it wasn't even me to change
Now I got to go it alone, but I will never give up; no, I'll never give up

What am I fighting for?
There must be something more
For all these words I sing
Do you feel anything?

Said, I'm okay, but I know how to lie
You were all that I had; you were delicate and hard to find
Got lost in the back of my mind
And I can never get back; no, I never got back
You were not there when I needed to say
I hit the bottom so fast that my head was spinning around for days
Now I got to go there alone, but I will never give up
No, I will never give up

What am I fighting for?
There must be something more
For all these words I sing
Do you feel anything?
What am I fighting for?
What am I fighting for?

Never give up on this
Never give up on this
Never give up on this
Never give up on this

Said I'm okay, but I know how to lie
I will never give up; no, I'll never give up

What am I fighting for?
There must be something more
For all these words I sing
Do you feel anything?

What am I fighting for?

No, I'm never going to give up, give up
What am I fighting for?

No, I'm never going to give up, give up
Said that I'd fight for the one that I found
I'm going to stay here while I wait for you to come around
I'll fight; you're apart of me now
And I will never give up, no, I'll never give up

"Damn." He said. I looked up and Pete had ventured out of his room, even though I never noticed that he had come home.

"It sounds better with the whole band and Aaron's backups," I admitted.

"Well, then that is one hella fine band if it can get better than that." Pete butted in. We talked about the band for a bit, before calling it a night at almost 2 in the morning.

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"Skyeeee," Rose whined as she pulled on my pant leg as I was making breakfast, despite it being 3 in the afternoon. The band was coming over in half an hour, and I just wanted Ryan and Rose to play in their room, as Pete and Patrick had a Fall Out Boy meeting about their new album.

"Yes, sweetie?" I asked, turning the burner off and putting my eggs on a plate.

"Ryan won't play with me. He's being a meanie." She looked down and bit her lip.

I crouched down so I was at her level. "And why is that?"

"He stole the clothes of the Barbie doll that Uncle Joe got me and put them on his superman dolls."

"They're not dolls!" He stormed into the kitchen. "And you can take your clothes. They're shitty-"

"Alexander Ryan Black!" I yelled, as his face went blank at the mention of his full name. "What did you just say?"

Just in his luck, there was a knock at the door. "I will be right back. If you move, your punishment will be worse. You don't move either, Rose. Do you understand?" They nodded and I went to open the door.

"Hey, Skye!" Emma was at the door. "Connor and Aaron are here, they're just bringing some stuff up the elevator. Probably making out in there too." I laughed.

"Come in, make yourself at home. I'm just yelling at my brother and sister. Text them that the door's open, they don't need to knock." I returned to the kitchen, where Ryan had tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Pete taught me that word! I didn't know it was bad!" He cried.

"That doesn't change the fact that you said it. And, you also took your sister's things without asking. Neither of those are nice things, are they?" He shook his head no. "Give me your action figures."

"But-"

"No buts! Now, apologize to your sister, and never use that kind of language again!" I folded my arms.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Here are your clothes." He handed her them.

"No, you're not. You're just saying that because she told you to."

"Rose!" I swear, my siblings were a handful. "He was being nice. Now, Rose, you are going to timeout in my room, and you are giving me your dolls. Ryan, you are going to your room, and you are giving me your action figures."

"I didn't-"

"Rose, you will do what I say. Do you want a longer timeout?" She shook her head. "Great, bring me your dolls, and Ryan, bring me your action figures. You are not to come out of the room I told you to go in until I get you, okay? You two have to learn to get along." They ran off, as I collected their toys. I collapsed on the couch as Connor and Aaron were setting up the drums.

"You three are so lucky to not have any siblings." I sighed. "Ever since my father died, I ended up taking all responsibility for them-"

"What about your mom?" Connor asked. I forgot that the only thing they know about my past was that my father passed over two years ago.

"Well, uh, when my father had cancer, my mom started drinking. And a couple months after he died, she, well, she turned abusive. We ran away a month or two ago and the cops are looking for her, but she's supposedly in Chicago." They were silent after that, as they didn't know what to say.

"Well, let's start writing."

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*Patrick's POV*

"Hey man, you wanna grab a beer?" Pete asked as we stepped out of the meeting that lasted forever. I didn't know what time it was, but I did know that the sun had started to go down.

"Uh, no, I gotta get Skye something," I replied.

He nodded his head. "Sure thing. Just be home soon, she'll start to worry. I'll cover for you if you want it to be a surprise."

"Thank,s man." I patted his back as we turned our separate ways. I started walking to Apollo's, where Skye had first worked. When I came into her work that one day, I had noticed she was eyeing one very particular bass in the back. It was extremely expensive, and even now after getting a job and making some money with her band, she still couldn't afford it.

I stepped in the store and immediately made my way to the back, to try to find the one she wanted. It was a Fender, just like Pete's, and had a navy blue bass with a white pickguard. The reason why she loved it so much was that the head was white, and the neck faded from white to navy.

"Finding everything okay?" I turned around to see someone wearing a store manager tag, and I recognized him as Skye's old boss, Mr. Spark-something. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for my answer.

"Yea, I just was looking into buying this bass." I turned around to face it. He took a step closer to me.

"It is a very nice instrument." I felt something cold and metal press into my hip through his jacket pocket.

A gun.

"You are going to act like you know me and nothing's wrong and do everything I say, okay? Mess up and I'll blow your insides out." He says between his teeth.

"Uh, yea, it's a great bass." I swallowed hard.

"It is indeed. We received a new shipment of even nicer ones, in the back, would you like to take a look?" He pressed the gun harder into my side, as I broke into a cold sweat.

"I-l would love t-to." I faked a friendly smile as he pushed me into the back of the store, and locked the door behind us.

Still holding the gun to my side, he shoved me into a chair. "Don't try to make a run for it. I can turn and shoot at any time. Elisa, can you please hand me the rope?"

My eyes went wide at the mention of her name, and even wider as I saw her appear from the next room over and lock the door behind her. I started sweating even more. "Hello, Patrick." She greeted with a sick smile. I didn't respond out of fear. "A little shy are we?" She continued to grin as the man took the rope and tied me down to the chair.

"Thank you, Albert. Your work here is done." She blew him a kiss and I think I threw up a little in my mouth. He was in his 40's or 50's. 

"Anytime Elisa." He winked and left, and Elisa locked the door once again.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I didn't yell, as Albert could probably hear us through one of the walls. "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you," She straddled my waist and sat on my lap. "I want you." Her overly-red lips whispered into my ear.

Through the rope, I tried to push her off. She grabbed a gun from the side table and pushed it into the small of my back. Jesus Christ, how many guns were in this store?

"Now, now, don't try anything." She whispered in an attempt to be seductive. She grinded her hips into mine. "You know you want it."

Her touch alone was enough to give me shivers of disgust. "I have a girlfriend." I spat.

"Not for long." She kissed behind my ear and began leaving a trail of kisses to my collarbone. I felt dirty and disgusting.

"What's that supposed to-" She interrupted me by pushing her lips onto mine. She immediately tried to pry my lips open with her tongue out of pure lust. When I refused, she pushed the gun harder into my back, forcing me to gasp, and her shoving her tongue into my mouth. When I still didn't respond, she pulled away.

"You will cooperate." She put her manicured finger on my chest and let it trail down to my waist as she continued to talk. "And you will be mine. You will leave that Skye bitch, or else."

"Or else what?" I made sure to literally spit in her face this time. She just smiled.

"Or else I'll have to kill her."

*Skye's POV*

"Hey Pete, where did you say Patrick was going again?" I asked him again. It had been five hours since Pete had come home, and Patrick was nowhere to be seen.

"I forget, but he should be home by now. Did you try calling him?" He suggested.

"I did, several times actually, he didn't pick up." I pulled out my phone to call him again and saw I had several texts from a number I didn't recognize.

Patrick's mine, you skank.

He doesn't love you. He never did. I mean, who could? Your life's a mess. Your mother is after you.

He doesn't want you. No one does. You're just bringing them pain.

You're putting them in danger. They want to get rid of you.

You don't you help them out yourself?

Leave them or I'll make you.

Pete looked over my shoulder and grabbed my phone out of my hands.

"Holy shit, that's Elisa's number." Pete gasped.

"Who's Elisa?" My voice shook. But before he could answer, there was a new text, from Patrick.

I'm sorry.

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Things were starting to get a bit boring, don't ya think?

Not anymore. *Evil laugh*

I wrote this all in one go and it's 2249 words. Hopefully I can do that more often!

Song: Fighting - Yellowcard