The Pros and Cons of Breathing

Prologue

"Last years wishes, are this years apologies, every last time I come
home, I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two…"

He wrote those words. Words that were for a girl that had brought such joy into his life. And now those words were being sung back at him from a thousand sets of vocal cords; and it never ceased to amaze him. But with every word sung, was like a stab in his body. It wasn't their fault that his "love life" was complete crap, but he wished they would stop singing that song to loudly. Surrounded by thousands of screaming girls (and boys), he felt trapped in a black hole, and it was only getting smaller. The only comfort he took from this song was that somewhere, someone could be happy listening to it, just like he once was.

"The best way to make it through, with hearts and wrists intact, is to
realize, two out of three ain't bad…"

He looked over at Patrick. Patrick had the best voice of anyone he had ever heard, and he was willing to put that bet up against any one. But there he was, singing his heart out about a girl he wrote about. A girl that would change everything about her to get what she wants. How could he fall for that? Where were the warning signs? Was he that caught up in being "happy Pete" that he desperately ignored what was right in front of me? Did the guys know? If so, why didn't they tell me? We're they just as happy I was happy?

"Me and you, setting in a honeymoon, if I woke up next to you…"

He all kept telling himself was just to get through this song it was over. He was counting down the measures to the end of it. As Joe strummed the last chord and Andy hit the last note and Patrick's voice died out, Pete walked up to the mic, made Fall Out Boy's outing and walked right off stage, handing his bass to the stage director and straight on to the tour bus.

"Oh my gosh, Leila! Look at the color of this eye shadow! This is
totally awesome!" Cara almost screamed from the make-up counter, holding up a container to bold teal. "This would look great for the Paramore concert, right?"

"Wow! It would so match my shirt we made! Sweet!" I agree, taking the
shadow from Cara observing it. She loved bright and bold colors, just like Cara, and wished that she had this color for her own, "Now I wonder where Casie went to."

"I'm right here. I was just checking out the shirts. They have this sweet Fall Out Boy shirt with the Infinity on High album cover on it. I'm so buying it," Casie said, walking up from an aisle on the left, holding up the shirt to let the other girls see.

"Awesome! I might get one, depending on the cost of course. I just love Fall Out Boy, including Pete," Leila said, smiling wickedly

Cara and Casie just looked at each other and rolled their eyes and laughed. They both have learned to accept Leila's unhealthy obsession for the bassist Pete Wentz. She knows more about him than any normal "commoner" should know about a "celebrity". But what could they do, it was Leila. If it made her happy, they were happy. It was only harmless celebrity crush; it wasn't like they were ever going to meet Fall Out Boy.

-note from the author-

I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my new story about Fall Out Boy. I'll try and keep the chapters coming as fast as I can!