From the Heart

Title: From the Heart
Author: Arec/Alexxus/Me
Rating: R ((doubt it'll get any higher))
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: Pete, a scrawny ((but still cute)) skater moved to LA two years ago. After several problems, he moved back only to find out all of his friends got rezoned. Now he's a junior in high school with only three friends and a habit of getting in trouble with bullies. Then he discovers Patrick. An adorable little freshman who can't stand up for himself. ((Sorry, summaries and I don't get along. And don't worry, there's more to it than what you're reading in this summary. But not yet.))
Author’s Notes: I'm not the best at writing Pete/Patrick fics, but I do try my best. I'm sorry if it sucks. I'm supposed to say I don't own them and all that hooplah, so yeah. I don't.

I don't know how I get myself into these situations. This never used to happen. When I lived in Chicago before, life was easy. I had friends, boy did I ever. Me, Hey Chris, Dirty, Jeanae. Man, we ruled the city. Then I had to move to Los Angeles. Two years of hell. Its not like I failed school or did drugs. Not me. Mr. StraightEdge, my brother Andrew calls me. But he's eleven and doesn't know too much. I got excellent grades and was in the good graces of all of the teachers at Salmen High School. But my social skills got lost somewhere between Chicago and L.A. I made a grand total of two friends when I lived there. I wouldn't even call them friends. Just acquaintences. If that.

For the first few weeks of living in L.A, I never slept. Always sitting up in my room, writing poems or songs. For no reason in particular. Then after that, it escalated into me leaving the house and just wandering around downtown. I almost got mugged a few times, too.

The hightlight of my Hollywood life. Cara Jones. She was in my History class, and she lit up my life. I persued her to no end. One day, she found out I liked her and she came to me about it. "Pete Wentz?" She said. "Yeah." I managed to get out. "Do you want to go out with me?" She said, with an innocent smile. "Uh, yes I do." And we did. That night, I took her to the movies and we saw The Notebook. I felt like such a pussy, because I almost started crying. But I held it in. After the movie, I was walking her home. I was telling her about how I always liked her, and I was glad we were dating. Then she looked at me and said "Why don't you just drop dead?" And she ran. Home, I guess. Maybe somewhere else. Either way, it was away from me. So I decided to swear off girls until I was old enough to break their hearts.

By the time I was a sophomore, my life was sleepless nights and heartache. My mom saw how much I was struggling with my life, so she decided to move us back to Chicago. I couldn't have been more excited. I was going to get to move back to my friends and this time we were going to rule high school.

But when we got there, my mom told me what happened. She said there was a re-zoning of our district. And that all of my friends not only weren't going to be able to go to school with me, but they weren't even in the same neighborhood as me. I was crushed.

I moved back to Chicago three months ago. Since then, I've made three new friends. Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley and Taelor West. They're pretty cool, but they're not Dirty, Hey Chris and Jeanae. And my life is now sleepless nights, heartache and failing grades.

Now to the matter at hand. Joe, Andy, Taelor and I were sitting on the picnic table behind the school, when Daniel Becker and Andrew Nash, the biggest jocks in the school, came over to us. Words were exchanged and it turns out that we there sitting where they wanted to sit. And here we are:

"Big bad West wants her skateboard back? Huh? Do you?" Nash said, holding Taelor's board above his head. She kept grabbing at it, but he just kept pulling it out of her reach.

"Come on, Nash. Stop being such an asshole." Joe said. Becker pushed him back a little to where he almost tripped over his own board. I grabbed his arm to keep him steady. "Thanks, Pete."

"Ah, you bitch!" I heard Nash exclaim. He was holding his shin and Taelor had her skateboard back. Apparently, she kicked him. Becker lunged at her, but Andy tripped him.

"Leave her alone, Becker." he said, moving Taelor back a little out of Becker's reach. Nash punched Andy in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Becker got off the ground and looked at me. I swallowed hard and wiped my palms on my jeans. Nash grabbed the others and held them back while Becker made his way to me. I stood my ground although it was very hard to do.

"Gee, Wentz. You're being awfully quiet today. No smart ass comments? No cheap shots? Huh?" he said. I shook my head, slowly. He laughed a little. "That's a shame." he said. He picked up my skateboard up and looked at it. "This yours?" I nodded. "Its nice." he said, looking from me to the board. Then he smacked me across the face with it. I fell to the ground grabbing my face. I heard him laugh. "Come on, Nash. Let's go." I heard them walk away and my friends rush over to me.

"You okay, Petey?" Taelor said. I looked up at her and smiled a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, getting up. I took my hand away from my face, and everyone gasped a little. I looked at my hand, and it was covered in blood. "Shit. My mom's gonna kill me." Joe and Andy walked with me into the bathroom, while Taelor waited outside. While we were in the bathroom cleaning up my face Joe tried not to be too obvious.

"So, uh, Taelor." he said, grabbing a paper towel and wiping my cheek.

"You like her." I said.

"What? Pshhh, no. I don't. That's-- you think I have a chance?"

"You'll never know if you don't try." Andy said, washing his hands. "All done." I looked in the mirror. It stopped bleeding, but it was a pretty big cut. "Just get Taelor to put some make-up over it. I mean, you wear it anyway, so its not a big deal."

"Just eyeliner." I said. We walked out of the bathroom to Taelor. I smiled a little to myself. "Taelor, Joe likes you." I said.

"Pete!" Joe yelled. "What the hell, man?!"

"What?" I said, chuckling.

"I like you, too, Joe." she said, smiling at him. He smiled back.

"Told you, Joseph." Andy said.

"Andrew." Joe said.

"Peter." Taelor said.

"Uh.....dammit!" I said. They all laughed "Your name sucks, Taelor." We walked out of the school and headed to where our stuff was. I was about to put my headphones on when I heard yelling and screaming. I looked around and didn't see anything right away. I figured it was nothing, but then I heard it again. I guess the others did too, because they were looking around. I got on my skateboard and headed to where I thought it was coming from. I got to where the dumpsters were and I saw Russ Cunningham and Tony Vecchi kicking someone on the ground. Those two were a bunch of pussies, so I knew I could scare them. Yes, scrawny little Pete Wentz did intimidate some people. "Hey, assholes!" I called out. They stopped and looked up. One look at me, and they took off running. I picked up my skateboard and ran over to this kid that was on the ground. I rolled him over on his back and was taken aback. I was almost speechless. What? Why? Its a guy. I shook him. "You okay, man?"

"Y-yeah. Tha--thanks." he said, slowly getting up. I helped him when he started to struggle. "My name's Patrick."

"Hey, Patrick. I'm Pete." I said, shaking his hand. I was holding onto him, squeezing him right to my side. I backed up a little and looked down to where my friends were standing, waiting for me. "Uh, look I have to go. I guess I'll see you later." I made sure he was stable before I skated to meet my friends.

"Is he okay?" Taelor asked. I saw her and Joe holding hands.

"Dude, who gives a fuck? He's just some stupid freshman." Andy said. "Right, Pete?" I looked at him.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, who cares? Let's go." I said. The others skated off, but I stayed for a second to see if Patrick was okay. He was holding on the the side of the dumpster and choking.

"COME ON, PETE!" I heard Joe yell. I reluctantly turned around and headed for the others. I couldn't help but think about when I saw this Patrick kid. Why did I feel drawn to him? Why did I want to stay there and make sure he was okay? Why didn't I want to let go of him? Ah, man. This is so weird.

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