I stood in the crowd of millions of fans. My eyes looked upon his face. It was strange, I must admit, to have fallen in love with him. At first, I had been so sure I was in love with the lead singer of Fall Out Boy, Patrick Stump. I used to follow their band around everywhere, constantly trying to get Patrick's attention. Then one day, my goal was accomplished. Patrick said 'hi' to me and I was hooked. Until I made the biggest mistake of my life, and fell hopelessly head-over-heels in love with the band's playboy, Pete Wentz.
My hand lightly touched my growing belly. This was the result of my mistake. A small human was growing inside of me. The offspring of him. Patrick would know of my infidelity if he found out I was pregnant. We had yet to go that far in our relationship. I told him I wanted our first time together to be special. Then I went and slept with Pete. But it was an accident.
One option was to get an abortion and kill my our baby. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't punish a little baby for my wrong doing. I couldn't end his or her life because I had made a mistake and drank too much at a party. I couldn't kill a pure being just because I went out and had some one-night-stand.
There was only one option left. I had to run. I had to get away. To pack up my belongings and leave. To take my baby and my memories away. It was a fling after all. And I knew Pete was not ready to be a father. Then again, I wasn't ready to be a mother, but I had to step up and take responsibility for my actions.
"What did you think of the show?" Patrick asked me, as we stood backstage.
"It was great. You guys were terrific," I said, plastering a fake smile on my face.
"Marissa, is something wrong? You know you can tell me," he said. His face expressing his general concern.
Don't! I cried in my mind. Don't care about me! Don't love me! I'm sorry I hurt you, Patrick. I do love you. Just not in that way. Please forget about me. Let me escape.
Cheering erupted from the audience.
"They want an encore," Pete stated, walking over to us. He didn't look at me. He didn't have any idea that I was bearing his child.
"Well, you should give the crowd what they want," I said, trying to act normal.
"See ya after the concert, Babe," he said, kissing me on the cheek. He turned and ran back onstage.
"Nice to see you again, Marissa," Pete said, his gaze finally meeting mine.
"Likewise."
He turned and walked onstage without saying another word.
They began to play an all-too-familiar song. One whose lyrics I finally understood.
"One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
'He tastes like you only sweeter'," I whispered, turning and walking away for the last time.
Running away is a last resort.
"Did you hear, Marissa?!" my coworker, Amy, asked, walking out of the kitchen.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fall Out Boy is coming here to play a charity concert!" she squealed.
I almost dropped the dirty plates I was carrying, but I managed to catch them before they hit the hard floor and shattered. "What?! Fall Out Boy is coming here?!"
She nodded. "Isn't this great?!"
"No!" I shouted.
She was taken aback.
"Err, I mean. It's not great, it's wonderful," I said, trying to keep my cool. No one in this small suburb knew that I used to date Patrick Stump and slept mothered a child with Pete Wentz, and I wanted to keep it that way.
"You wanna go to the concert with me? I have an extra ticket," she said, shaking it in front of my face as if it was so enticing.
"Sorry, can't," I answered, dropping the dishes into the sink. I began washing them.
"What? Why not?!"
"Because I have to watch Nicholas. The kid's only five, he can't take care of himself."
"Can't you find a sitter for him?"
I shook my head. "I don't like being away from Nicholas except when I have to, like at work. Concerts, movies, and other recreation activities aren't more important then spending time with my son. Besides, I don't have any extra money to spend for a sitter."
"You should get his bum father to pay child support for him," Amy stated. "It sucks that you can't come. I'll be so lonely," she whined.
"You'll manage," I said, rinsing a bowl.
"I can't believe I'm going to a Fall Out Boy concert. I'm going to see Pete Wentz in person! I love him so much!"
"Get in line," I mumbled, walking over to one of the booths and clearing the table.
"What'd you say, Marissa?" Amy asked.
"I said, 'have fun'." Bitch.
The clanking of coffee cups in a diner becomes very monotonous.
Amy ended up taking our other coworker, Cathy, who was more fake then prosthetic nails. I ended up taking Cathy's shift at work. Unable to find a suitable babysitter, Nicholas came to work with me.
"Nicholas, be a dear, and hand me those glasses right there," I said, pointing to a couple of coffee cups sitting on a table.
"Okay Mommy," he said, getting up from a stool and walking over to the table. He carefully picked up the cups and brought them back to me.
"Thanks," I said, rubbing his hair.
"Stop!" he shouted, pushing my hands away. He pushed his lower lip out and pouted.
I laughed. He was always trying to act so tough. My finger traced his lips which resembled his father's so much. I turned away from him and placed the cups in the sink. "Why don't you go out to Mommy's car and grab the Gameboy she bought you."
"Okay," he said, skipping off.
I heard the bell above the door ring.
"Hey Marissa, look who I have with me?!" Amy yelled.
I turned around to come face-to-faces with the band members of Fall Out Boy.
Please say I've change in appearance and they won't recognize me.
No such luck.
"Marissa," Patrick said, walking behind the counter. "It's been so long."
"Wait you two know each other?" Amy asked.
Patrick nodded.
"You must be mistaken, Mr. Stump. I've never met you in my life. I'd certainly remember meeting the lead singer of famous band," I said politely, trying to play it off.
"Marissa, of course you know me. We used to go out!" Patrick said, confused by the situation.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know you. Now if you'll excuse me, I should be getting back to work," I said, turning away from them.
"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly who I am! We dated each other! We were dating each other until you just got up and left! You disappeared without even telling me a goodbye!"
"I had my reasons," I stated, not wanting to say anything else.
"What reasons?"
"Mommy, I need batteries," Nicholas said, walking back inside. He looked around at the other people before running over to me. "Who are these people?" he asked, clinging to my apron.
"People I'd rather forget," I answered bitterly.
"Mommy?" Joe repeated.
"You had a kid?" Andy asked.
I nodded. "Not that it's any of your guys' business. Now leave and take your fangirls with you," I said, nodding towards Amy and Cathy.
I walked over to the radio and turned it on, hoping to drown out the others.
Are we growing up or just going down?
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears, put them on ice
Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light.
I grabbed the radio and threw it on the ground, breaking it. "God, I hate that song! I hate you guys! But most of all, I hate myself for betraying and lying to you, Patrick!" I shouted, tears falling from my eyes.
"Marissa," Patrick started to say, but I cut him off.
"It was an accident. A fling. A stupid mistake. But then it turned into so much more."
"You're not making sense."
"I'm in love with Pete!" I yelled quickly.
Everyone around me became deathly quiet.
"Nicholas, my son, is also your son, Pete," I said, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "I was drunk and I went into your bed. But now that I think about it, perhaps I knew what I was doing the whole time. I thought I loved you Patrick, but I soon realized that the type of love I felt for you was different. I love you like a brother, Patrick. But I'm in love with Pete."
"You bastard, how could you?" Patrick asked, obviously hurt.
"We were drunk. I'm lying," Pete stated suddenly. "I've always been in love with Marissa. I was jealous when she was with you. I hated the idea of you kissing her. So one night when we both had a couple of drinks, one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together. I never meant to hurt you or to get her pregnant. I just wanted to hold the girl I love in my arms."
"Mister, your fly is undone," Nicholas stated, bluntly.
Pete looked down, then quickly zipped his pants, a tint of red displayed on his cheeks. His pants must have been unzipped during the entire show. "Kids say the darndest things."
Kids: Cute as hell and just as evil.
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Yes, I'm an idiot who started it off being all dramatic, then ended it in such a stupid way. >XD Sorry, but I had to stop the drama somewhere. And it's true. Kids do say the darndest things.
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