We Are Like Young Volcanoes

[[[Ok people, Kat here to lay down the ground rules to this fanfic – we are starting off with dundundunnnn High school! Yep, that’s right, according to me the members of Fall Out Boy are all the same age, and I’m going to be making everything up as I go along. Not cool with it? Sorry, I’m not changing shit. You are cool with it? Bangin’! Read on my love. I’m not going to push for reviews and all that, if you want to get into contact with me then by all means send me a review or a private message, I promise I will reply. I’m not a dick. M’kay? Also I want you all to know that this is going to be primarily a Patrick/OC with a bit of Pete/OC for good measure because I know how all you ladies (and gentlemen? Maybe, I don’t know) are in love with him. Moving on; I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Xx]]]

Algebra. What on earth had possessed him to take algebra? When in hell was he ever going to use this crap in real life? He wasn’t going to become a math teacher – which is pretty much the only place where you’d need to know it. These are the thoughts that passed through Pete’s mind as he scowled through his long dark fringe at the lecturer who was still writing out an equation the size of fucking Jupiter.

“Mr Wentz.” The old coot drawled while he turned around to face his class. 80% of his hair had fallen out (because it was as old as time itself), apart from a few long strands which had been stylishly glued across his head in a pleasant comb-over which looked even more ridiculous up against the pencil thin moustache he kept just above his lip. Pete closed his eyes, silently cursing the old man.

“Yes, Mr Aubrey?” The lord himself knew how much those two hated each other. Aubrey knew that Pete was only taking the class to get a girl to like him, and he stupidly told that to the old man while slipping him a fifty. Apparently bribes weren’t his thing, who knew?

“Would you mind?” Mr Aubrey asked with a crooked, yellow toothed grin which complemented his oversized mustard thrift shop jacket and massive glasses which topped off the total paedophile/predator look he was clearly going for. Slowly he extended out his hand in which the blackboard chalk sat. A small group of giggles came from the other side of the room, covered up by a cough. Classy.

“Well...” Pete started, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his seat. “It would be a bit of an inconvenience, as you can see, I’m pretty comfy.” He gestured to himself as he placed his feet on the desk in front of him. The whole class gave a low wave of hushed laughter which made his smile widen to his now well-known boyish grin.

“Listen here son-” Aubrey opened his mouth to continue, but much to Pete’s pleasure the school bell rang loudly. Finally, it was the end of the day! “PETER WENTZ!” He yelled out as Pete slung his bag over his shoulder and legged it out of the classroom, laughing manically. Lucky for him, the entire school flooded out of each classroom and into the narrow hallway, all headed to either their lockers or simply to get out of the damn hole and go home.

“Fuck am I happy that I only have one more lesson with that old asshole. God love the holidays!” Pete sighed rubbing his face as he leant up against the lockers beside his two good friends. Joe laughed and scratched his unruly curly hair. “You’ve had a full year in that class to get in with Lizzie and where are you?” Pete shook his head in response. “Well she knows I exist. She also knows I’m a moron when it comes to math, so there’s that.” His joke got a cheap laugh out of them all. “As if it takes math to figure that out, all we had to do was look at you.” Andy laughed louder, giving Pete a little shove in the shoulder.

From the sea of people moving towards the door came another moving in the opposite direction, toward the small group of three. “Hey guys!” The voice accompanied by a sheepish grin. “Patriiick, finally!” Andy slapped his arm in a friendly manner. “Bit touchy today Andy.” Joe said with an odd look up and down his friend. “What can I say, its Friday and I need to get my groove on.” To that the four of them laughed. “Oh shit, it is Friday!” Pete swore, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you at Joe’s on Sunday night!” He started walking backwards, waving at his friends. “What the hell, we have band practice...” All three of them walked after him, demanding answers. He was the one that organised the session so he’d better have a good reason to bail at the last damn minute.

“I’m sure you can do without a bassist for a day or two.” He said turning back around once they’d caught up. “You never skip band practice. You put shit on me for bailing when I had a cold, remember? You told me to ‘sing through it’” Patrick laughed, removing his cap and sliding his hand through his hair. “What’s really going on? Have you-“ He stopped mid-sentence with a gasp, replacing his hat on his head. “What?” Pete asked, innocently. One look at Patrick’s widespread grin told him all he needed to know. “No, no.” Joe stuck his arm out in front of them all, effectively stopping their movement just as they left the school building. “You’ve got a girl! Who is it?! You sneaky bastard, how have we not noticed this before?” His pitch was hilariously feminine, causing them all to laugh again.

Pete hung his head, though his smile remained. “You don’t know her. She doesn’t go here – besides, it’s not like that, we’re just friends.” A universal ‘psh’ came from the group. If there was one thing that Pete was known for, it was being a ladies’ man; he didn’t have female ‘friends’. “If she doesn’t go here, she must be older.” Andy smirked with a raised brow. Pete shook his head, walking down the school stairs towards an old Chevrolet. “She’s the same age as us! I’ll see you when I’m looking at you!” He chuckled at their disappointed faces and got into the passenger seat, throwing his bag into the back. She turned to face him, dramatically removing her sunglasses in the process, as he put his seatbelt on. “Hey sweet thing, long time no see.”

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Patrick watched Pete lean in towards the dark silhouette as if to give her a kiss. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Whoever she was, she was lucky to have him; hundreds of the girls at this school alone wanted nothing more than to spend 5 minutes with him, let alone an entire weekend. Plus he was blowing band practice off which completely stunned them all. What kind of girl was more important to him than his music? “Well... Back to Joe’s then?” Andy asked in a strangled tone as he stretched his arms up and over his head. “Yeah. Fuck I need to get laid.” Joe answered nonchalantly, beginning his trek down the front steps and toward the only car left in the school parking lot – a beaten up, rusted van. “No shit, me too.” Andy muttered beside Patrick who in turn just gave a small smile and followed along behind.

‘Getting laid’ as they put it was not as high up on his to-do list as most teenager. Giving that shit away wasn’t so meaningless to him. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a square or anything but why would you want to give your body to anyone/everyone? It makes the whole thing so much less special when you do find your perfect partner. Those were his thoughts anyway, for the time being though he was just trying to survive this hell hole called high school.

Back to the car.

“So how’s Seattle treating you?” Pete asked, turning the radio down and positioning his body so that he could face her a little more comfortably as his raven haired partner pulled the car away from the school. She glanced at him with a soft smile. “It’s good, really good. I’m learning so much more there than I ever could have if I stayed in Illinois. They don’t try to hold me back at all; at this stage I could be starting my internship as early as next year.” Her infectious smile had Pete captivated from the moment he opened the car door. “Holy shit Kristina, that’s amazing! Who needs 10,000 years of Medical school when you’ve got a super brain?” To that her smile grew wide. “It’s not all about brains! You have to be good with your hands too.” She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel for added effect to emphasize her point. “I think we both know just how good your hands are.” He gave her a wink which made them both burst out laughing. “Wow, I am so happy that it’s just you and me in here. I think I’d die on the spot out of pure embarrassment if your friends did end up coming along.” Kris spoke with obvious relief. Pete had known Kristina since they were around three years old, their mothers were best friends in the towns small Women’s Association. If anyone in the world knew who Kristina Miller was, it was Peter Wentz.

Pete shook his head slowly. Countless times they’d been through this conversation; she had yet to meet Andy, Joe and Patrick and that was all her choice.( Fuck she hadn’t even heard their music for crying out loud.) He’d been pushing for months but she’d been too busy at Med school to even make it for a quick trip down, this was the first time they’d seen each other in nearly 8 months so she fed him some dumbass story about how she just wanted to come home to see him and only him. As reluctant as he was he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to see his best friend over a stupid disagreement. He knew how they’d react to her straight up – Kris was flawless, without a doubt both Andy and Joe would make fools out of themselves trying to show off to her, Patrick however would probably end up impressing her without even trying. He had that effect on people.

Looking out the corner of his eye he watched her tuck a long dark lock behind her ear giving him a perfect profile view of his partner. She was truly stunning to look at. Her naturally black hair hung in loose curls down to the middle of her back as if she had it professionally styled that way every day. Her equally dark brows were perfectly manicured every time they saw each other as if her own body didn’t dare grow a hair out of place. And her eyes, holy fuck her eyes. They were the most intense emerald green anyone had ever seen and man were they mesmerizing; they gave away every emotion like a swirling storm cloud making her one of the easiest people to read. And her body? Pure perfection. That was the only word that could even come close to describing her – Perfection.

“Staring is rude, Peter.” She smirked, turning the wheel and parking in her old family home driveway. “You just flew half way across the country to see me, I’ll stare all I want thank you very much." He answered back like the smartass he was. With a quiet chuckle they both exited the car and walked to the door. "Man I miss this place, it looks so..." she spoke quietly, letting her sentence run away while she unlocked and opened the door letting the stale smell of dust puff outside and into their faces. “Jesus!” Pete covered his mouth and coughed. “I thought you were getting a house sitter.” They made their way inside the doubly story American-Victorian home, switching on the lights on the way. “I was going to, but the deal fell through. It’s shitty enough looking from the front to ward off anyone anyway. The kids will think its haunted.” She paused at the bottom of the staircase and turned to look at him. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to ditch and go play with your little boyfriends.” She gave a half-ass smirk and pulled the sleeves of her knitted jumper over her hands and fiddled with them. Truth be told ANYTHING would have been a better alternative than this. Pete reached out his hands and took hold of hers through the material. “Shut your face.” His voice was so soft and gentle the smile reappeared on her face. “Get some bags and boxes and we’ll get started.”

It had been about 12 years since she stepped foot in this house and to be honest it scared her. It was as though time had forgotten about the over-large family home; all the appliances and technological accessories were outdated and coated in a layer of dust. Trekking up the stairs she couldn’t help but slow her pace, letting her eyes fall upon every tiny detail. 12 years and everything was the same. 12 years and everything couldn’t be more different. “It’s going to take longer than a weekend to get all this sorted out.” Pete said from the step below her. She hadn’t realised he’d been following her. “Do you know what you’re going to do with it all?” She touched the glass of a framed photo on the wall beside them, clearing the muck off of the faces. “Keep the photos and important stuff. Donate everything else.” She looked over the banister and gave a one shouldered shrug. “The couches, the beds, the kitchen crap, the toys. All the meaningless shit can go to the thrift shop or the dump, it doesn’t really matter.” Her tone was hollow; she was shutting herself down in preparation for the day’s work ahead.

With nothing more than a nod, Pete bypassed her and went to the linen cupboard to retrieve bin bags. “I’ll start in your room, you start in Alex’s.” He didn’t get a verbal response but saw that Kris was biting her lip. He’d have to lead by example and start cleaning up or else she’d never begin herself. Once he’d disappeared down the hall and into her old pink bedroom she got the courage to take a few more steps to get hold of her own rubbish bag and head to her brothers room. Kris was no more than 6 years old the last time she was in this house, making her older brother around the age of 10. His bedroom walls were covered in Chicago Bears posters and pictures of athletes from various different sports, his trophies were on display all over his dresser – it was all so innocent. She took a deep breath and walked onward, picking up his old teddy bear off the end of the bed. This she’d keep, but that was all.

By the time nightfall rolled around the pair found themselves sitting out on the second story deck eating Chinese takeout. Kristina tried explaining the things that she was learning in Med School but Pete’s eyes kept on glazing over so she gave up allowing him to take over the conversation. He cursed his school to the ground and talked about how all the girls were ‘tightasses’ and made jokes about how tight their actual asses were, earning him a bunch of noodles in the face and a long winded laugh. He was proud of himself for that; he hadn’t expected to see another smile from her until the end of the weekend. “ You need to stop being such a dick and meet the guys, Kris. It needs to happen. And you need to listen to our fucking music, it’s amazing.” He pressed on.

She tried her hardest to hide her smile but was failing miserably, his raised eyebrow broke her silence. “Your holidays are coming up next week.” She paused for a lengthy period, making him roll his eyes. “Why yes they are, good on you for rem-“ “And my final exam is this coming Tuesday.” She interrupted unfazed by his bitchy tone. “I’m moving back home, Peter.”