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Hold On ToHold On To (Pete/Patrick)Hold On To
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The moment the last shot was made, Pete closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. It sounded a bit melancholy, but the hint of gratefulness can be better heard. Andy gave the now former super model a black robe, the only black robe, is this death, what, but when the executive assistant smiled at him, Pete felt better. You did great. Im sure this months issue is gonna be our best yet.
Pete was gonna say, No, not really but Patrick cut in, offering Pete a new bottle of water and that


Lost and Left BehindLost and Left Behind (Fall Out Boy)Lost and Left Behind
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To be known for doing something you love is a great thing. But being known for doing something you love that has been twisted and embittered is a whole different story. This is about four lives.
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Lost
Hes wanted to capture the beauty of nature, of everything around him, of the human body. But now, now he doesnt know what happened to him.
Joe..? The squeaky floors outside of his darkroom creaked


Before You Found OutBefore You Found Out (Gabe/William)Before You Found Out
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The barrel of the gun turned and William knows that a bullet is ready to shoot out, anticipating to be released. His eyes didnt falter from the taller mans and he breathed. The air came out quivery from his lips. Gabe smiled slyly and tightened his grip on the pistol. Do you trust me?
The other nodded his head, but his throat felt like sandpaper had run through it.
The Latino smiled more and the trigger is starting to be pulled, but then Patrick entered their


I Can't Get Away From MyselfI Can't Get Away From Myself (And Neither Can You) (Ryan/Brendon)I Can't Get Away From Myself
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A daydream spills from my corked head, breaks free off my wooden neck... Left to nod over sleeping waves... Like bobbing bait for bathing cod... Floating flocks of candled swans... Slowly drift across wax ponds...
Every night, before going to bed, or just falling asleep wherever he is, the lyricist wonders how much of his words have been formed through rings of smokes and stale drinks or have been unconventional letters for his emotions to be


Not A Lot...Not A Lot... (Ryan/Brendon)Not A Lot...
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Nothing could be better than what we have. When the sun wakes up, we wake up in each others arms. Each of our fingers trace smooth skin that both of us have already memorized and wed start the day with brushing lips and living off on each others smiles. After dark, well watch the city lights tear the sky apart. The sweet taste of warm chocolate and his bright eyes are just some of the reasons why things feel so effortless and uncomplicated.*
The book fell f


You Think You Know...You Think You Know... (Pete/Patrick & Ryan/Brendon)You Think You Know...
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Pete waited. The clocks tick became louder and louder as he waited. His wide-eyed browns are out of focus to the point where its empty and dull. The people in the room are all speaking but the words didnt make sense to him.
His lawyer tapped his shoulder and said, Well win this. Dont worry too much. He smiled, proud. Pete nodded, not making eye contact. He just wanted to get this over with.
The judge sighed heavily on h


Riot : Track 09We Are Broken (Pete/Patrick)Riot : Track 09
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Patrick
I don't know why my feet have taken me here. Why my mind just kept telling me that there's nowhere else to go. I don't know why I feel like I belong here. It's almost a week now, of me traveling wherever my cash could take me. For someone who's in a band, living on my own is tough.
Living alone seems impossible. But I'm here, still standing on my own two feet.
"I'm really sorry for intruding. I know you're enjoying your small break and all." I whispered, st


Riot : Track 08Crushcrushcrush (Pete/Patrick)Riot : Track 08
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A year after. Back in LA. Recording Folie à Deux.
Pete
They say relationships aren't perfect. And it's true. But I never thought Patrick could get so angry with me for something really stupid. It wasn't a big deal was it?
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Things were okay, almost perfect. And sometimes, that's all I ask these days, just some alone time with Patrick.
"Hey, um, The Cobras wanted to throw a little bash tomorrow night. You t
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Hold On ToHold On To (Pete/Patrick)Hold On To
[This is slash. Don't like it? Then don't read. Thank you.]
The moment the last shot was made, Pete closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. It sounded a bit melancholy, but the hint of gratefulness can be better heard. Andy gave the now former super model a black robe, the only black robe, is this death, what, but when the executive assistant smiled at him, Pete felt better. You did great. Im sure this months issue is gonna be our best yet.
Pete was gonna say, No, not really but Patrick cut in, offering Pete a new bottle of water and that
Ember

Let The Flames Begin prt.38-A-*A*Let The Flames Begin prt.38-A-
Something didnt feel quite right after they played another sold out show. The audience was more than welcoming, Panic! and Blink are such fun guys to work with, to hang with, everything seems to have their rightful place in Petes world as of the moment. Still...
He turned on his sidekick, instantly opening up his twitter and frowning when he saw this:
rachclearwater Someone asked me how I spent the end of last year and the beginning of this one... So I wrote this down. http://CloseTheDistance...
When Pete clicked the link, it led to her public blog (that Pete asked her to mak


Sick Like A Clock ApartIt happens.Sick Like A Clock Apart
After all the acoustic jaunts around the country, after all the time stalling the new album, after everything the tour gets set up. William has butterflies throwing up rainbows in his stomach on the flight. He keeps unintentionally clenching and tensing his body, feeling it in his chest. He's bitten the majority of his lip's flesh to hell, trying to bite back the smile he can't resist. The one specifically reserved for Gabe. For occasions like this one. That smile that splits apart his ears, it's so wide.
Sisky is no help. He keeps looking over at William, shoving his finger at his Spider-Ma
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