Pete's POV

After saying goodbye to Ronnie, Susan, Alex, and Emma, I was on my way to drive Patrick home. Andy and Joe had gotten a cab, so now, it was just me and Patrick.

I looked over at him, and he had his earbuds in and was looking at his phone.

"Hey, Patrick?" I Asked.

After he continued staring at his phone, I reached over and tapped his arm.

He looked up at me, taking his earbuds out. "Yeah?"

"How was hanging out with Emma?" I Asked.

He shrugged. "I drank too much."

"You were laughing a lot." I stated.

"From the drinks." He Said.

"You were happier than I've seen you in months."

"Pete." He said firmly. "I know what you're doing. Don't, Okay?"

"You need to at least have friends." I Said. "If someone's gonna help you get out of this pit of sadness, you have to let them in."

"I'm fine." He said, using that exasperated tone that everybody knows about. "I wish everyone would just leave me alone."

I scoffed. "Leave you alone?" I Asked. "Patrick, we've been trying to help you through this. We care about you, and we wouldn't leave you to go through it alone."

"Sometimes I wish you would." He mumbled, looking out the window.

I looked over at him, shocked. "You know what? Fine then." I Said, then pulled over to the side of the road and parked.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and Patrick looked around. "What are you doing?"

"Don't want my help anymore? You can walk home." I Said.

"Are you kidding me right now?" He asked. "I was talking about the constant asking me if I'm okay. I'm not going to fucking kill myself, Pete!"

"I don't know that!" I Shouted. "Hell, I've gone through stuff like this myself, I just don't wanna lose you!"

"You're not going to!" He Said. "I just need some space, man."

I gazed out the window, swallowing back tears. "Fine. Go have your space." I Said, my voice breaking.

He shook his head in disbelief, then scoffed, and opened the car door. He stood outside for a moment, then slammed it shut.

He began walking down the street, and I broke into tears. Patrick was my friend, and he was hurting. I just wanted to help, but why couldn't he understand that? It had been so emotionally draining for him, and for all of us. I just didn't want to lose him, I had seen for too many people die after such traumatic experiences, especially the people who pretending that nothing was wrong.

But if he didn't want my help, How was I supposed to keep him from letting his mind get the best of him?

Then, looking back at when he was talking with Emma, I looked up, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

Patrick had been so happy when talking to her, and even if he had been a bit tipsy, I could tell he had been genuinely happy.

Right now, he needed that in his life.

Without thinking any further, I picked up my phone, dialing Emma's number.

Emma's POV

Susan, Alex, and Ronnie still hadn't quite wrapped their heads around the fact that we just met Fall Out Boy themselves, and just got signed by Pete Wentz.

But I still couldn't get what Pete told me off of my mind. I knew it was none of my business, but Patrick didn't seem to be himself anymore. I couldn't help but wish that there was some way I could help.

"I mean, Em, can you believe it?" Alex Asked, reaching over and shaking me.

"No, no I can't." I Said.

Susan looked at me weird. "Emma, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing," I Said. "Just...shocked, that's all."

Ronnie and Alex nodded, but Susan continued staring. "You sure that's it?"

"Yup." I Said.

My phone began ringing, and I pulled it out of my pocket. "Hmm." I Said.

"What?" Ronnie Asked.

"It's Pete." I Said. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna answer it."

I got up and went into my bedroom, where I shut the door and pressed the answer icon.

"Emma?" Pete Asked.

"Yeah?" I Said. "Is something wrong?"

"I need you to pick Patrick up." He said.

"Why? Where is he?"

"Somewhere on the way to his house." He said.

"I'm gonna need a little more than that." I Said.

"I'll send you the address." He said. "Emma, I...messed up."

I sat down on my bed, crossing one leg over the other. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "We kind of got in a fight." He said. "I kicked him out of the car. I can't pick him up Now, cause he's pissed. But it's supposed to rain, and he's pretty far from home.."

"I'll do it, Pete." I Said. "Just send me the address and I'll be right there."

"Thank you." He sighed in relief.

"No problem." I Said.

He hung up, and I got up and grabbed my purse before heading for the door.

As I walked through the living room, all eyes were on me.

"Where are you going?" Alex Asked.

"I've gotta pick something up." I Said. "Be right back."

"Okay." Ronnie Said. "Grab me some Cheetos while you're at it."

"Yup." I Said.

I went out to the car and got in, grabbing my phone from my pocket again. Pete had already sent the address to Patrick's house, so all I had to do was put it in my GPS and drive.

I started the car, and pulled out of the driveway, soon entering the busy Chicago streets.

Most people would be incredibly stressed driving here, but I was born here, so I was used to it. All you had to do was trust yourself, and the people driving around you. Also, you had to merge into traffic a lot. Lots of merging.

Once I got closer to Patrick's street, I began looking around for him, because Pete had said that he was pretty far from home. Most likely, he was somewhere around where I was, and it was just up to me finding him.

I drove for a bit, looking at both sidewalks on either side occasionally, but not seeing Patrick yet.

And then I spotted him. He was walking with his earbuds in, looking at his phone. Thankfully, his hat had been off, so his reddish blonde hair gave him away.

I hit the turn signal then pulled over to the side of the road, rolling the passenger window down.

"Patrick!" I Said.

He looked up at me, taking his earbuds out. "Pete sent you, didn't he?"

"No," I lied. "I just recognized you. Need a ride?"

He looked up at the sky, noticing that the clouds were getting pretty dark, and Bit his lip. "Sure.." he sighed, opening the passenger door.

He got in and shut the door, and I put the car back in drive.

There was silence for a few minutes, and because it was so awkward, I reached over and turned on the radio.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't began playing, and I looked over at Patrick, Who was just staring out the window.

"You guys did a good job on this song." I Said.

"Hm?" He asked, looking over at me.

"This song. You did a good job." I Said.

"Oh, thanks." He said, then looked back out the window.

Suddenly, the GPS lady told me to turn left, and Patrick looked at my phone.

"You have directions to my house?" He asked.

"Uh...no.." I Said. "I was heading to...McDonald's."

"McDonald's? There's no McDonald's in my neighborhood." He said. "Pete did send you."

"No...that's not.." I Said, then sighed. "Yes.."

There was a long moment of silence, then he spoke. "What did he tell you?" He asked quietly.

"What?" I Asked.

"What did he tell you?" He repeated, looking over at me.

I looked down, weighing the options of what I could tell him.

"Nothing." I Said. "He just told me to pick you up."