Unloved. (A Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

This Is Unconditional

"They look awesome" Patrick commented.

I nodded and handed the mirror back to Mark. Next was the industrial bar in my ear. I had never been a fan of getting the tops of my ears pierced but I was going ahead with it anyways. Again he told me to take a deep breath in, and out and as I breathed out the needle went through. As it did I squeezed Patrick's hand tighter, as I said, not a big fan of getting the tops of my ears pierced.

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Once all my piercings were done Mark told be how to clean then and look after them before letting us go. I paid the lady at the desk and we were off to our next shop, Hot Topic. (A/N now I've never been to a hot topic, thanks a lot england... so I don't know what there like inside but I've saw what they sell online so bare with me.) When we walked through the door I stopped and stood looking around at all the items for sale, my eyes met with the Pierce The Veil merch over on the left wall and I decided I needed some. I walked over and straight away found a sweatshirt I liked and they had it in a size medium, so I folded it over my arm and continued looking. After about 30 minutes of me looking around the store I had two arms full of shirts, sweatshirts and jeans that I needed to pay for. I found the counter and stood in the short line, being called over to the second cash register moments later. I put down all the items I was buying and the cashier began to scan them. Once they were all scanned my total was $356.89 which I was actually expecting to be a lot higher. I got out my purse a handed the guy $360, he gave me my change and handed me my bags, now I just need to find Patrick. I walked to the back of the store where the seemed to be a crowd of people. As I got closer I noticed Patrick in amongst them.

"Patrick" I said over the noise and waved at him.

He saw me and smiled.

"Sorry guys I need to go now..." He apologised to the people, who I now knew were all fans, and began making his way over to me. "Hey you should've let me pay!" He said and crossed his arms with a pout.

"Sorry trick, maybe next time" I replied with a wink and we began walking out of the shop but the crowd of fans followed asking question after question.

Can you sign this?

Can you sign my shirt?

Who's the girl?

Is she your girlfriend?

Wait, girlfriend?

Patrick must've herd that one too because I saw him blush. He then stopped walking and turned around to face the fans.

He sighed heavily, "No guys, Faith isn't my girlfriend"

He then started walking again but he wouldn't even look at me or talk to me. Was he disappointed I wasn't his girlfriend when the fans thought I was? No, surely not. He's probably just sick of getting asked is that your girlfriend when he's out with people. Yeah, I'm sure that's why.

Patrick.

Was I disappointed the fans though Faith was my girlfriend when she isn't? Yes. I'm going to admit I would love Faith to be my girlfriend but I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me in that way and probably never will. Plus I've only known her, what four days? I've tried to convince myself I'm not in love with her, but as every second I'm with her passes I feel myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. I just can't stop myself. I tried my best to push all those thoughts to the back of my mind but it just wasn't happening so as we continued to shop around the mall all I could think about was Faith.

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After a long day of shopping we were finally done and heading back to the car. I opened the boot and put all of our bags in whilst Faith claimed into the front. When I was done I joined her and plugged in my phone, giving it to Faith to chose an album. As I began pulling out of the parking spot My Chemical Romances 'I'm Not Okay' began to play with Faith singing along with every world.

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"Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way. For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took, Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?"

"I'm not okay, I'm not okay. I'm not okay, You wear me out"

"What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means. To be a joke and look, another line without a hook, I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!"

"I'm not okay, I'm not okay. I'm not okay, You wear me out"

"Forget about the dirty looks, The photographs your boyfriend took. You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed, I'm okay, I'm okay!"

"I'm okay, now, But you really need to listen to me, Because I'm telling you the truth, I mean this, I'm okay! Trust me"

"I'm not okay, I'm not okay, Well, I'm not okay, I'm not o-fucking-kay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay"

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When we arrived home it was pretty late. We were both exhausted from walking around all day so as soon as we got in the apartment we changed into pyjamas and decided to go to bed. I got in first and shortly after Faith did too, again there was that gap I would be forever wishing wasn't there but I had to deal with it. My thoughts went back to a few nights ago when Faith was telling me about the bad dream she had about her parents.

"I had a bad dream. In the dream I somehow saw how my parents died. It was exactly how the police had told me it happened and I panicked. I came out to see if you were awake but when I saw you sleeping I didn't want to wake you so I just lay next to you... It made me feel, safe"

By now she was in tears.

"You never told me your parents died... Is that why you were sent to the orphanage?"

She nodded and started to cry heavier.

"Shhh shhh, I'm sorry... Come here" I said opening my arms.

She moved closer and into my arms, I held her as she cried and cried, eventually falling asleep.

I though about how much pain she must be in with her parents dying so recently. It must've been so hard for her to have to be taken to the orphanage straight away and now I understood why she ran away, I couldn't go through that alone either. She just needed a new beginning, and running away was that for her. I'm so glad I found Faith, I hate to think what would've happened to her if I haven't. All I know is that I wouldn't be here with her this minute, I wouldn't have fallen so in love with her. However I can't tell her that, if she doesn't feel the same it'll just put more pressure on her and she might leave. I don't want Faith to leave... So for now ill just have to keep it all bottled up. But I really think my love for her is, unconditional.

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A/N p:

I asked for 175 in the last chapter for the next one but instead I got 275! That's insane, so thank you all so much.

This time I'm going to make it higher...

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