A/N Patrick Stump playing the drums is one of the greatest things I've ever seen.

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

" C'mon, you're gonna love this! " Patrick practically shouted as he ran through the crowd.

" Love what exactly? " You tried your best to keep up, but the energy you're supposed to get from the hot chocolate just wasn't kicking in.

" Just wait and see! "

He finally began to slow down when he reached the bayside and you realised it was pretty much noon. ' Geez ' you thought ' How far have we been running? '

Patrick still held your hand when he started walking beside a long tent that has red and white stripes. You heard screams behind the tent (which was actually a carnival), making you shiver in fear. Could he have been a serial killer disguised as Patrick Stump to lure girls into his lair and skin you alive? The thought was stupid, considering the amount of people that streamed in and out. But because of the lack of sleep, you weren't able to notice it.

" Are you alright? " Patrick gave you a concerned look, " You're shivering. "

You shook your head, " I'm alright. "

You were thinking of worst case scenarios on how the Patrick-imposter would torture you. Then before you knew it, you started hyperventilating.

Patrick stopped in front of you and placed both hands on your shoulder, stopping you from walking any further, " Are you sure you're alri - "

" Please don't take me away! " you sank down to your knees, crying, " I've never kissed anyone. I haven't even danced with a guy before! "

" Wha - "

" Waaaaaaaaaahh! "

Patrick looked at you in confusion. People passing by gave you and him weird looks.

" Patrick! " someone came and slapped Patrick's shoulder, " What did you do to the poor girl? "

You looked up, thinking it would be one of the goons. But boy, were you wrong.

It was Pete Wentz!

You narrowed your eyes as you touched his face, trying to uncover the mask you thought was there. Pete looked uncomfortable as you did this, " What are you - "

He's real.

Wait, if he's real then the Patrick-imposter really is Patrick Stump!

Your eyes widened. Not only did you embarrass yourself in public, but you also confessed that you were a 100% virgin in front of your idol.

ABORT! ABORT!

MIND.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

ERROR 404.

WILL BE SHUTTING DOWN TEMPORARILY TO RESET AND ALSO DUE TO MANY QUESTIONS BEING LOADED AT ONCE.

" I-I didn't d-do anything. " Patrick stammered, his face as red as a cherry.

" Then what did you do? " Pete countered, but in a playful way.

" Nothing! "

" Surely you must have done something. "

" Pete, I told you, I didn't do anything. "

RESET SUCCESSFUL.

You quickly stood up, fixing the collar of your coat as you did. You looked from Patrick to Pete, who were still playfully arguing, and spotted Joe and Andy a few blocks behind them, leaning on a car.

How on earth is this happening? Now that you've seen Pete, Joe, and Andy, the fangirl side of yours has been roaring to be set free. But you try to control it for as much as you can, since you don't want to scare the guys away and make them think you're a weirdo.

You wished you brought your sketchbook, or at least your fedora, for them to sign.

Oh well. There's always next time.

" Um, excuse me . . . ? " you were meaning to start the introduction over since you came off as a bad start, but you trailed off when you realised you really didn't know what to say and so it kinda ended up as a question.

Pete and Patrick turned their heads to you at the same time, " Yes? " then they looked at each other again and laughed, then Patrick stopped, " I just realized that I didn't ask for your name. " he says shyly.

" Dude, you dragged her here without asking her name? " Pete looked at him and laughed, " That's bad, Patrick. "

Patrick scratched his neck awkwardly and turned to face you, " Sorry about that. "

You shook your head and smiled, " Its alright. I'm (Y/n) (L/n), by the way. "

" Nice name. "

" Thanks. "

Pete nudged Patrick and gestured to the other two, " We better get going or the guys are gonna get bored and leave. "

So after introducing you to Joe and Andy, who was more than happy to give you a hug, and Patrick explaining why he brought you, Pete suggested lunch.

And by lunch, he means pizza.

So they took you to a nearby pizza parlor that Pete said that has the best pizza in town. And he was definitely right. The only problem was that the waitress kept flirting to either Pete or Patrick and kept messing up your order.

The three guys, especially Pete and Joe, were more than happy to tease Patrick in bringing a girl with him and didn't mind you joining them. In fact, every time you started a conversation with any one of them, it felt like you were talking to an old friend that you admired deeply.

You, on the other hand, kept wondering how you got here. Everything felt like a dream and you were feeling light-headed. But no, you didn't faint. Sorry ladies, you won't get those cliché moments where the girl faints and the guy takes her away to care and worry for her.

Well . . . not in this chapter anyway.

After a few minutes of Patrick trying to politely dismiss the waitress, you took a small walk around the perimeter before going to the amusement park. Patrick bought tickets for everyone, in which not everyone really agreed to since you didn't want to be rude or anything.

. . . . .

" Dude, that was awesome! " Pete said, slapping Patrick's shoulder, who was hunched over whilst clutching his stomach.

You were slightly hyperventilating when you got off the ride, " Why did we agree to ride the roller coaster? " You asked Andy. He only shrugged.

Joe looked completely unaffected as he stretched his arms, " You alright bro? " he asked Patrick.

" Yeah. I'm - " Patrick covered his mouth for a second so he wouldn't spill out his lunch, " . . . fine. "

" I want to go on the Ferris Wheel! " Pete yelled and practically dragged Andy to the direction of the Ferris Wheel.

You glanced over to Patrick who was still trying to recover. " I'll keep him company. " you said and Joe nodded with a smirk before taking off to Pete and Andy.

You carefully helped Patrick to the bench. " Thanks. You should go with them though. I don't want to ruin your day. " Patrick said once he sat down.

" You're welcome. " you said, " And don't worry, you're not ruining my day. I don't really like heights that much anyway. "

You spoke to Patrick until he felt better in order to avoid awkward silence, and in return, he would nod his head in acknowledgement.

When he was well he shouted, " Let's go try the games! " in the same way as Pete and you found it cute.

He grabbed your hand again and led you to the booths.

This is now the fifth time you've blushed today.

The third was because Patrick liked to lead you around and the fourth was because Patrick grabbed your arm for he needed some sort of moral support during the roller coaster ride.

" Patrick, look! " you practically shouted as you pointed to a giant panda stuffed toy that hung loosely on a booth.

" Its so cute and cuddly! " Patrick squeals like a five year old would do when he's given a stuffed toy that's bigger than him. Sometimes you wonder if he really is a five year old stuck in a twenty-seven year old body.

" Imma win it for ya'. " Patrick says as he pulls up the sleeves of his red cardigan.

" You don't have to, Patrick. "

" But I want to win it for you so that you'll have something to remember this day. " Patrick pouts cutely.

" I don't think I can ever forget this day. " you say with a smile.

" Still. "

You sigh letting him take his position in front of the booth.

The booth was one of those games where you toss the ball and try to make all of the cans or cups fall down.

Patrick paid for three balls to the burly man in charge and went to position himself.

He missed in all of the shots he took.

You try to hide your laugh as he pouts.

" I really wanted it . . . " he says as he musters up a cute sad face and your heart skips a beat.

" Alright. " you sigh, " I'll give it a try. "

" Yay! " Patrick giggles.

' I'm pretty sure Patrick forgets he's a grown man sometimes ' you thought.

You pay for three balls as Patrick did not too long ago and went to position yourself.

You miss the first two.

Patrick starts to sweat as you adjust yourself for the last ball. You try to calculate your last shot, using the math skills you acquired before.

You, yourself, start sweating and you freeze from the pressure.

The burly man gives you a look, awaiting your throw.

People are staring. Children starts screaming. Gunshots go by. Buildings start to collapse. And. You. Still. Haven't. Thrown. The. Damn. Ball.

Just kidding. The last paragraph didn't happen.

You eventually threw the ball after calculating the distance and your angle.

Aaaaannd its a hit!

Patrick immediately cheered, jumping up and down, as the ball knocked down all three cans. The burly man sighs and he hands the panda to you.

You were actually quite shocked that you were able to shoot down the cans, but hey, you're not complaining.

You hand the panda over to Patrick, who shoves it back to you, saying that you won it anyway and that the reason he was acting sad earlier was because he wanted to see you try.

Pete, Joe, and Andy came back later on after Patrick bought cotton candy for you and himself and decided to call it quits. But before going home, the guys took you out to dinner in a Japanese restaurant nearby.

Patrick insisted on walking you home when the other three said their goodbyes.

" Thank you for today. I had fun. " you said, making your way up to your apartment door.

" Me too and you're welcome by the way. " Patrick smiles.

Awkward silence makes its mark as you shuffle your feet, not daring to look up.

" Well, I better get going and finish what I started. " you say, unlocking the door, " It was nice meeting you. "

" It was nice meeting you too. " Patrick holds up a hand for you to shake and you took it, " Good luck on your painting. "

" Thanks. Goodnight Patrick. "

" Goodnight (Y/n). "

You quietly close the door and make your way towards your bedroom, where you set the panda by your bed.

You glance at your sketchbook, mentally facepalming that you weren't able to ask him for a minute to sign your drawing.

After taking a shower and changing into cleaner clothes, you set yourself on your usual work spot, ready to make another stroke on your painting, but the drained energy quickly lulls you to sleep.