Patrick's POV

My phone had been ringing off the hook all morning. Why couldn't Pete leave me alone? Sure, I had been depressed since the incident happened, but I was fine. Anyway, I was only in my room writing songs. Most likely, he was just worried because I wasn't at his house anymore, since he had decided that it would be best if I stayed with him. I wasn't that depressed. I was sad, but fine.

Of course, I knew that he had been through the same thing before, and he was only worried about me, which I was thankful for.

But I needed my space. To be able to come back home and come up with songs since I was now all alone.

Couldn't I just be alone for a few hours?

Apparently not, because Andy and Joe showed up at my door, and practically dragged me out of the house, saying that "Pete was looking everywhere" for me.

They took me out to Andy's car, and on the way, they tried to call Pete. There had been no answer, so they began talking about how they should let Pete know that I was fine.

Emma's POV

"Sign here, and then there.."

I couldn't believe it; we were finally getting signed. And by the Pete Wentz.

What could be better than this?

Pete handed me a pen, then slid the contract over to me.

"Just sign in those three places." He said, smiling at me.

I bit my lip and wrote my name in two of the spots on the paper, then heard someone walk into the studio and looked up.

My mouth dropped open when I realized who it was.

Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley.

"Guys...What're you doing here?" Pete Asked, standing up. "Is Patrick okay?"

"He's Out in the car." Joe Said.

"No I'm not." Another voice said.

The next person who came through the door literally made my heart stop.

It was Patrick.

Patrick Stump.

The crush I had as a teenager.

Actually, the only crush I've ever had.

Standing right in front of me.

"We found him." Andy Said.

"Clearly." Pete Replied. "Patrick, where'd you go?"

"My house." Patrick Said. "And I see that you're busy here, so I'll be on my way."

Pete took Patrick by the arm and pulled him over to the couch. "Sit." He said.

"I'm not a dog."

"Sit." Pete Said again.

Patrick rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch, Andy and Joe walking over and doing the same.

"Emma?" Alex Asked.

"What?"

"You're staring."

I blinked a bit, then turned back around, looking at the piece of paper in front of me.

"No I wasn't." I mumbled.

Pete sat back down in front of us, and I picked my pen back up, signing my signature in the last box.

Pete smiled, taking the contract. "Welcome to DCD2 Records!" He said, reaching out and shaking each of our hands.

We all stood up, and as the others talked to Pete about the future debut album, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander back over to Patrick.

He was wearing a gray cap, his glasses, and a pair of black jeans, a black shirt, and a jean jacket.

He looked nice.

I stared unintentionally for a few minutes, then he looked up at me.

I froze.

Patrick Stump just looked at me.

He looked at me looking at him.

What on earth have I done?

But he smiled.

Then he waved a bit.

I smiled back immediately, also waving.

"So, have you guys gotten a chance to meet the band?" Pete Asked, and I looked back at him.

"We get to meet the band?" I Asked.

"I mean, they're here." He said. "You'll get to see us a lot since we put out our records through DCD2, so I'm sure we'll become really close friends."

Pete took us over to Joe, Andy, and Patrick, and the three of them stood up.

As everyone shook hands and told each other their names, I stood back shyly, not wanting to interrupt, and also not sure what to say.

Patrick came over to me, holding out his hand. "Hi."

"H-hi." I Said, taking his hand.

He shook my hand gently, most likely because I'm a woman and he was taught as a child to be respectful.

No matter why, though, his gentle handshake was adorable.

"I'm Patrick." He said.

"I'm Emma."

He smiled. "That's a beautiful name."

"Really? I find it quite generic." I laughed.

"I think it fits you."

I blushed a bit. "Thanks."

"So.." he said. "You're signed by DCD2 now? What do you do?"

"Yeah." I Said. "I'm the bassist of our band."

"What's your band called?"

I laughed. "You're gonna think it's stupid."

"Believe me, I'm sure I've heard worse."

I bit my lip. "The Suburban Aliens."

He smiled.

"See? It's stupid." I Said.

"No, no...I think it's great." He said. "I'm guessing your from here?"

"Yep." I Said. "Born and raised."

"Me too." He said. "What school did you go to?"

"I was homeschooled." I Said, cringing a bit.

"Oh. Was that fun?"

"Not for me, at least." I Said. "My parents were pretty strict."

"Oh.." he said. "That sucks."

Pete came over and wrapped his arms around the both of us. "I see you've met Patrick."

"Yeah.." I Said, blushing a bit.

"Awesome." He said, looking over and smiling at Patrick. "We should all go out to eat together, celebrate signing you guys."

"That sounds great," Joe chimed in. "I'm fuckin' starving."

"It's up to the newly signed band." Pete Said. "What do you guys think?"

Susan, Ronnie, Alex, and I each exchanged glances, then shrugged.

"Alright, then," Pete Said. "Emma, you're with us."

"Wait, What?" I Asked, looking at Patrick, then back at Pete.

"You're riding with us." Pete Said.

"Why..?"

He laughed. "Well, you were talking to Patrick."

"So?" Patrick Asked.

"Dude, you barely talk to people." Pete said to Patrick. "So, the only person you've talked to in like, a year, is coming with us so it's not awkwardly silent."

Pete grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the door.

"I can't wait for you to see my car.."