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Nov 10, 2008 00:05

Title: The Edge
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Warnings: It’s pretty short
Pairing: Patrick/Pete if you squint real hard
Disclaimer: this may have happened. This may not have happened. I know I wasn’t there so as usual I don’t own FOB, I don’t claim this to be Pete’s thoughts. It’s a FAN FICTION. Thank you and goodnight.
Summary: Pete has two choices to make, they will decide his fate. Which will he choose?



He stands there on the edge while the world revolves around him a few hidden suits and a few people are the only things that are still and waveringly constant. He sees his choices from under his hood, the coat winds tighter around him and he knows this is the point he’s been waiting for. He knows he has two choices, two paths and he knows where each will lead.

He steps through the door onto the white street and follows the girl with the purple perfume. He drinks deeper, he takes another to find himself at this party they where talking about. It’s cold outside, it’s loud inside and he stays. He stays for years. He fades into the dark, like the black space under a child’s bed where monsters hide; he’s dragged under and never seen again.

Or.

He turns around stumbles through the colours, the dresses, the skin, the masks and the lights to the back door. The house spits him out onto the ground and all the pieces of him are sprawled before them. The people look down on him like somehow they are floating above. They come down, they gather him and lift him up. Pieces bleed tears; one of the people holds the fragments tighter till they meld back together. They play on. The light burns brighter.

So.

In this moment where time and space have no meaning he watches the suits of the pallbearers flutter under their smiles, jeers and invites while behind him he hears a different flutter. Wings beating like hearts and what’s waiting for him on the wet asphalt that sparkles like diamonds in the streetlamp lights outside.

He knows the party would be tropical, the beat delirious and the life quick ecstasy. He knows the arms would be warm, the tears bitter and the morning raw but in that morning there was the promise of an after. He steals a breath from the air. He bats lashes to heavy coal bags.

And.

Takes a step down the path to the right.

andy hurley, pete wentz, patrick stump, fall out boy, joe trohman

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