Patrick ~ You were working for the record company FOB was signed to. You were always quiet,but when you started singing, you couldn't be stopped. When the guys left the recording studio,you went in there with their previous works and sang.
"Wow,and I thought I could sing," Patrick said in awe,"Y/N,right? I'm Patrick,as in Patrick Stump." You could barely say a word. You somehow felt embarrassed. "Umm,yeah,I'm y/n," you reply softly. "Hey,y/n? You wanna grab a coffee? Or maybe just,you know?" You blush. Trying to stay cool, you say "sure",and leave him your number.
Pete~ You worked at a guitar shop. It was a slow day for the shop,so you decided to practice your vocals and guitar skills. You found a collection of lyrics from different bands. My Chemical Romance,Panic! At the Disco,and Fall Out Boy. (I belong to the emo trinity if you haven't noticed...) You found Sugar We're Goin' Down. Nice. You were a minute into the song when the bell of a door rang. You keep singing and playing before you hear someone come to the counter. You look up. Pete Wentz was looking at you. He was smiling at you. "Hi! I love that song," he laughed," Did the new guitars come in?" You nod. "Follow me,"you replied,trying not to squeal. He started small talk as you walked. "You have a great voice," he complimented," who's your favorite member of the band? Oh! I forgot to ask your name!" You chuckle as you tell him your name. "Y/n,and by the way,I love Pete Wentz,"you say,trying to remain calm. He laughs. "I think I like you,"he said with a wink,"by the way I'm the fabulous Pete Wentz."
Joe~ You were at a bar,alone and depressed.  Your friends ditched you after you told them you didn't want to go to a party. He walked in upset about something. He sat next to you and looked at you. "Rough day hun?" You looked at him. "Yea.. I'm y/n." He smiled. "I'm Joe Trohman. From-" You cut him off . "I know, the multi-platnium band Fall Out Boy." He smirked. "You're a fan?" "Yep." He gave you his number and walked away, but gave you a small kiss on the cheek.
Andy~ "Get the hell out of my apartment!" You yelled at your ex. "GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" He stormed out, bumping into the neighbor. "Hey, is everything okay?" He looked at you. "Yea, thanks. Sorry if I disturbed you. Come in if you'd like." He stepped inside and looked around. "I'm Andy Hurley. I live next door." You nodded. "I'm y/n." He left a card on the counter. That's my number if you ever need anything." You smiled weakly. "Thanks..." He was going to leave until you grabbed his arm. "Please stay." He nodded and closed the door. This is gonna be a long road...
Joe~ You were at a party with your friend, and this low budget band called Fall Out Boy was playing. You stood in the crowd, feeling awkward and alone. Your friend was dancing with some guys who went to a different college. You sighed and turned to leave, but a hand tapped your shoulder. A man with an afro and blue eyes looked at you. "You don't know me but you're really cute and I thought I should just tell you that..." He blushed deeply and looked down. "My name is y/n," you tell him. "I'm Joe."