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Title: Better off as Lovers shattered_ink this is also dedicated to her. She's amazing and has been amazing this last week or so while writing this.Rating: T for swearing and sexual references
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Characters/Parings: Brendon Urie/OC, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Gabe Saporta, Victoria Asher, Spencer Smith, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people in this fic. This never happened as far as I am concerned. I own Charlie...and that's about it... As far as I know Stump doesn't have a sister...
Title belongs to Fall out boy
When Charlie got back to Patrick's apartment in New York, she wanted to turn right back around and go to Vegas. But of course she couldn't.
She dropped her bags in her room and walked up the hall. “Patrick? I'm home.”
She pushed open the door to his office. Headphones were on his head – typical Patrick.
He looked up when his door opened and took the headphones off. “You’re home.”
“Yeah. I just said that.”
“Did you have a good time?”
She smiled. “Yeah. Won a little bit of money. I spent it at the airport gift shop, though.”
“Oh, good job.”
“Yeah. I'm gonna go unpack.”
Charlie left the room and closed her bedroom door behind her. She flopped down on the bed and sighed before grabbing her cell phone and dialing Brendon's number. He answered a moment later and they began to talk.
As Patrick checked his e-mail, he received a text from Pete. There was a photo attached with a news story. He opened the picture and there was a candid shot of Charlie and Brendon walking on a beach, hands linked; they were walking the dogs.
He sighed before texting back, “Well I guess that makes sense as to why I saw Victoria yesterday instead of her being in Vegas like Charlie said she would be.”
He had another response in a moment. “Brendon is coming to town soon...with Spencer. They have something to tell us...so we can talk to him then.”
“Like talking to him is going to do anything. I'll go talk to Charlie.”
Patrick set his phone down and sighed. He took his headphones off and set them down on top of his laptop. He walked up the hall and stopped outside Charlie's room; she was laughing.
“Oh my God, you can be such a moron sometimes.” There was silence, then more laughing. “Oh, shut up. Look, I'm gonna go meet with Victoria for dinner so I need to rest a bit. Still jet-lagged. I'll talk to you later, okay? All right, bye.”
Charlie hung up the phone and stayed in bed a moment. She hadn't been this...love-drunk so to say since high school. She stood up and grabbed her bag off the floor to start putting things away. There was a knock at her door. “Come in.”
Patrick opened the door and watched her a moment.
“What's up?” Charlie asked, putting a dress on the hanger.
“I...you...Pete sent me a text message.”
Charlie paused. “Everything okay? Ashlee and Bronx are fine, right?”
“Oh, yeah, nothing is wrong with them. It's just – it was a news story. With a picture attached to it. Some music website reported it.”
“Okay...where are you going with this?”
“The picture – it was of you ... in Vegas. On a beach.”
Charlie's face fell slightly. “Oh. Right.”
She sighed before brushing her hair out of her face, “Yeah, fine. Whatever. I went to Vegas to see Brendon. We've been seeing each other since the tour kicked off. I was going to tell you. We talked about it, and with you going on tour with him soon...I knew I was going to have to tell you. So, yeah.”
Patrick just rolled his eyes. “I don't get you sometimes.”
“Whatever. At least it's someone you trust, and not a complete stranger. You know Brendon is a good person. Get over it. He’s making me happy. And it's like...when it's people you know that I like, you see past the fact that you’re friends just because they are taking an interest in me. All you keep seeing when you look at me is the baby that you promised Mom you'd take care of twenty years ago. I'm not a baby anymore! For the love of Christ, I'm nineteen! I'm going to be twenty in October.” She sighed. “I don't get you either.”
“Just stop seeing him.” Patrick left, heading back up to his office.
Charlie went to her doorway, “You can't tell me what to do!” And with that, she slammed her door shut.
Patrick sighed as he returned to his office. He sat down at his desk, returned his headphones to his head and went back to work.
Charlie let out a frustrated cry and sat down on her bed. She stood up a moment later and then went to her bathroom. She was just going to get ready for dinner, despite the bad mood she was now in.
She plugged her iPod into the docking station and set it to Pretty. Odd. She put the volume on full blast and climbed into the shower. Right now, it was a battle of how much she could possibly annoy her brother.
About twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom with about ten messages on her phone. She turned the music down a bit and sat down to read the messages. One was the picture of her and Brendon, sent from Victoria with a warning message. Another was from Gabe telling her he didn't give a fuck who she dated and he'd rather it be Brendon then some freak he didn't know. She had a similar message from Ashlee, Andy, Joe, and Spencer. There were two from Patrick telling her to turn the music down and two from Pete, one that said he didn't think it fair to date her brother’s friend and the other asking her to call him.
“As if.” She put the phone away and went to dry her hair.
As she was fixing her hair, there was a knock on the door.
“I'm not turning down the music Patrick, so leave me alone.”
The door opened, and Patrick stood there. “Why are you doing this, Charlie? I'm only doing what’s best by protecting you...from getting hurt.”
Charlie sighed, setting her makeup brush down before going to grab her phone and purse. “Patrick, I'm not listening, and you need to stop trying. You and Pete both. You can tell him I'm not calling him anytime soon, because I'm not going to listen to his bullshit, okay?”
She pushed past her brother and headed for the door.
Patrick watched her go, and a sadness filled his heart. Deep down, he knew she was right. But it was his little sister walking out the door to see her friends, her mind and heart set on being with a man. Maybe she was right. Charlie had grown up, but he was still seeing the baby sister that he had promised to always protect.
Outside, Charlie flagged down a taxi and climbed in. After giving the driver the address, she pulled her phone out to call Brendon.
“Two calls in one day. You must miss me,” he greeted.
She smiled. “Yeah, well. Look, has Pete or Patrick tried calling?”
There was a brief pause. “Yeah, Pete called while I was in the shower. I was going to call him back, but then you called.”
“You told them?”
“It was more like they just found out. Apparently, we were photographed on the beach with the dogs.”
“Well, that's just fun.”
She laughed, sadly.
“They aren't happy at all, are they?”
“Nope. Patrick just seems to be seeing past the fact that you’re his friend, and only wants to see you as some guy interested in his sister.”
“I think it's gone beyond interest now. Did you tell him that you were staying the night at my house?”
“Of course not. He'd flip. He probably still thinks I'm a virgin.”
“Well, older brothers don't think about that stuff, no matter how protective they may be.”
She sighed as the taxi stopped outside the restaurant. She could see Victoria sitting on the patio sipping a drink. Charlie pulled her wallet out to pay the driver. Once on the sidewalk, she spoke. “I don't know what to say about the whole scenario. They’re just going to have to get the fuck over it.” She paused, “Look I'm at the place where I'm meeting Victoria. I'll call you back, okay?”
“Okay. And in the meantime, I'm screening my calls.”
“I'll talk to you later, then. Bye.”
Charlie put her phone in her purse and walked over to the table where Victoria sat.
“So how’s the drama with your brother and Pete?” she asked.
Charlie sighed. “Patrick wants me to stop seeing him, Pete is on his side, of course, but everyone else is telling me that they support me and are happy for me.”
“God. Men can be such assholes.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I don't know. I'll figure something out. Let's eat. I haven't had food since before I left Vegas.”
“Why didn't you eat on the plane?”
“Because I hate plane food. Especially when you’re not even in first class or anything.”
“Oh, yeah. That does suck.”
The girls ordered dinner and chatted for a while even once they were done. After getting several more messages from Pete and Patrick, though, Charlie decided it was time to go home. She arrived back home about ten minutes later. To her dismay, Pete's car was parked outside the building. She walked up the stairs and to the apartment.
Patrick was waiting at the door when she walked in. “Charlie, we need to talk.”
“What the fuck? Is this an ambush?” Charlie stepped away from Patrick.
He looked sad, like he knew he was being an idiot.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, taking in the expression on his face.
“I – I owe you an apology.”
“I owe you an apology. After you left, I really thought about what you said. Pete and I talked about it, and we both agreed that we're taking this too far. You can take care of yourself. We know you can but I’ve just been seeing my little sister still. If you’re going to date anyone, then yeah, I'd prefer it to be someone I know and trust. I've known Brendon for a long time, and I know he's a good guy. I was just acting like an asshole about the whole thing. Can you...forgive me?”
Charlie was silent a long time before shaking her head and then pulling her brother into a hug. “Of course I can, you big dumbo. You’re my brother. And you’re just watching out for me. I will always love you, and I will always forgive you.”
There was a snap and they turned to see Pete taking a picture. “What?” he asked, selecting send, “I'm putting it on Twitter! People love this stuff!”
Charlie rolled her eyes, before dropping her purse down in the chair at the desk. “You’re an idiot sometimes, Wentz.”
He just smiled.
Charlie looked to her brother. “I'm gonna go change. Maybe we can watch something stupid on the TV. Like, about aliens or something.”
“Yeah. I'll go make some popcorn.”
Charlie smiled before going to her room to put on her pajamas. When she came back to the living room, Pete was on the sofa texting someone before turning the channel to TNT. “Did you find something about aliens?” Charlie asked.
But her question was answered when a episode of Law and Order started. She sat there for a moment and instantly knew what episode it was. A smile creased her lips. “How did you know his episode was on?”
“My satellite is set to alert me whenever anything with me, Patrick, or Fall out Boy is on.”
Charlie flopped down on the sofa and grabbed her Nightmare Before Christmas blanket to cover herself with. “Nice.”
Patrick came in with a bowl of popcorn and made a face. “Oh come on, not this again! I thought we were gonna watch something with aliens!”
“We will, but I want to see the episode that I waited six fucking months for, only to have my brother be in like, three scenes. I have to tell you Patrick, it was disappointing.” Charlie turned and grabbed the bowl of popcorn and took a handful.
Patrick was about to sit down when Charlie's phone rang.
“Go get that for me, please.”
He went to her purse and pulled the phone out. “It's Brendon.”
Charlie answered it. “Hullo?”
“Hey. Everything okay on the home front?”
“Yup. I got ambushed by my brother when I walked in the door, but we've worked everything out, I think. They’re finally cool with the idea of me dating you or whatever it is we're doing. It was one big Kodak moment. Go on Twitter. Pete posted a picture.” She laughed.
Brendon heaved a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool. I'm glad.”
“What are you doing now?”
“We're watching Law and Order. Patrick's episode.”
“Oh, nice...Panic’s coming to New York in two weeks. Are you going to be in town?”
Charlie grinned. “Yeah, I'm not going anywhere for a while.”
“Awesome. Call me later or something, okay?”
Charlie hung up the phone and then Patrick sat down on her other side to watch the show with his sister and best friend.
When Panic arrived in New York two weeks later, they had to hit up the MTV offices and Fueled by Ramen first for meetings and interviews. So Brendon shouldn't have been so surprised when the woman at MTV pulled up the picture of him and Charlie on the beach in Vegas.
“It took us a while to identify this girl, but we found out this is Charlie Stump, Patrick's younger sister, right?” she asked, handing a copy to Brendon.
He looked at it and shrugged. “Yeah, it is.”
The woman smiled. “You two look rather cozy, with the hand holding. Are you seeing each other?”
Brendon glanced towards Spencer and Ryan, then back to the woman. “We are very good friends...”
“Usually in these situations, when people are asked this question, they just say they are good friends but they are really more. Is that the case here?”
Brendon shrugged, “Ask her.”
“I think,” Spencer began, “due to past relationships Brendon has been in, anything future he might have with a girl is going to be kept closer to his heart and private.”
The woman fixed Spencer, Ryan, and Jon with her gaze, “Do you know the truth about Brendon and Charlie's relationship?”
Ryan frowned, “They are very good friends. We've worked with Patrick multiple times before. Brendon sings on their CD, Folie A Deux. He was in the video for 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles,' which Patrick's sister is also in. She's just an extra in it but Charlie is there. Brendon is friends with the Stump family and has known Charlie since she was still in high school.” Ryan looked at Brendon. “Didn't you, like, go to her graduation or something?”
Brendon nodded. “Actually a bunch of Fueled by Ramen and Decaydance people went. We rented a limo and went with her. So, like Ryan said, I've known them for a while. Charlie and I just happened to meet up in Vegas. She was there with some friends and we decided to hang out. I have three dogs and they needed to be walked. Just because two people walk dogs together, that doesn't make them a couple.”
The woman was silent for a long time before moving on to other questions.
Once outside, Brendon looked at his friends, “We going to the hotel first?”
Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, if you want.”
They all got into the car that was waiting for them and headed to the hotel they were staying at. After changing his clothes, Brendon took a taxi so the rest of the band could use the car while he went to see Charlie.
Charlie was laying down on the sofa watching TV. Patrick was going to be at Pete's place doing some work and then would be coming home later with groceries, so she was going to have the house to herself for a while.
When the bell rang, she fell off the sofa. She picked herself up and went to the intercom to see who was outside.
“Hullo?” she said into the phone.
“Hi, beautiful.” Brendon greeted.
Charlie squeaked and pushed the button to let him inside.
She ran to brush her hair and picked up some things before Brendon was knocking on the door. Charlie opened it and grinned at the sight of him.
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “These are for you.”
“Oh, Brendon, they are so pretty!” she cooed, taking them and smelling.
Brendon walked inside, and Charlie closed the door behind him. She went to the kitchen to fix the flowers in a vase. Brendon followed.
She fixed the flowers and turned to him, a small smile on her face.
“Did you miss me?” he asked.
“’Course I did.”
“Well, then.” He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.
Charlie leaned into him and slid her arms around his neck. The moan that escaped her lips couldn't be helped. Brendon's arms went to her waist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed up against the wall and Brendon was going for her neck. He seemed to like that spot; he knew it made Charlie crazy.
A while later, Patrick arrived home. The apartment was quiet. He didn't know if Brendon had showed up and if Charlie had left with him or what. He went to the kitchen and began putting away the groceries. Charlie had a system about where everything went in the fridge and the cabinets, so he had a feeling he'd get yelled at about where he put stuff later.
He finished, hung up the tote bags Charlie had made him buy for shopping and walked up the hall. He stopped outside her bedroom and listened for a moment. He tried the door; it was unlocked. He peeked in and frowned.
There in the bed was Charlie, sleeping in Brendon's arms. They were covered in blankets, but he could tell from their bare arms what had happened while he was gone. Slowly, he closed the door and went up to his office.
Charlie started to stir after Patrick had left. She opened her eyes and looked up into Brendon's face. So he was still there. All that could mean was that Patrick had come home. She couldn't help but giggle.
It was enough to cause Brendon to stir. He turned his head slightly, but kept his arms around Charlie.
“Love,” she whispered.
He made a noise; Charlie kissed him on the jaw.
Brendon's eyes slowly opened. He looked down at Charlie. “Morning.”
She laughed, and looked at the clock on the wall. “Brendon, it's only four in the afternoon.”
He was silent a moment. “Not nine in the afternoon?”
“Nope. Just normal old four in the afternoon. I think Patrick's home.”
“What makes you think that?” Brendon asked.
“I heard my bedroom door open and close.”
“We should probably get up then, right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“But what if...I just want to lay here...for the rest of the day with you?” His leg slipped between hers.
“Brendon, we can't! My brother is in the next room!”
“Oh, fine. I'm just going to have to steal you away one of these days.”
“That's fine by me. But for now, let's get dressed.”
He kissed her gently and got out of bed first. Charlie watched him; there was no reason why she couldn't watch. But he was dressed soon enough, and then Charlie was gathering her jeans and blouse off the floor. Once they were dressed, Charlie took Brendon by the hand, and they left the room.
She went up to the kitchen and frowned upon opening the fridge. “Patrick!”
He came out of his office. “Hey, Brendon.”
Charlie looked at her brother. “You put everything in the wrong place!”
He smiled and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Yeah, well. This is why your supposed to do the shopping.”
She scowled and grabbed a smoothie from the fridge. Her other hand took Brendon's again, and they went to the living room.
Patrick stayed there a moment and watched his sister and Brendon sit down on the sofa and turn on the television. He had a thought then.
“Brendon. Could I talk to you in my office?”
Brendon looked from Charlie to Patrick, stood up slowly, and followed Patrick out.
Patrick closed the door behind him.
“What's up?” Brendon asked.
“I want you to make a deal with me, okay?”
Brendon raised an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“Promise me you’re always going to take care of her... She's special. You know Charlie is special.”
“Yeah. She is.”
“Promise you’re always going to take care of her. And God forbid if your relationship ends badly. Then Pete and I would have to kick your ass.”
Brendon gave a small smile. “You know, if I ever hurt her – which I never would – I wouldn't just be worried about you and Pete. Gabe, Andy, Joe, and a shit load of other people would be coming after me. Trust me. I'm not going to hurt her. I...” He paused a moment; he hadn't even told Charlie what he was about to tell Patrick. “I love Charlie. A lot. More than she'll ever know.”
Patrick knew he meant it. “Okay. Thank you for that ... good talk.”
Brendon laughed. “That all?”
Brendon turned and headed for the door; he stopped in the doorway, “Like you said – God forbid it ends badly. You'll have first dibs on kicking my ass.”
“Don't give me a reason to kick it.” Patrick replied.
Brendon nodded and went back to the living room. He sat down on the sofa with Charlie; she looked at him.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“Patrick I was making sure that I loved you.”
Charlie's heart skipped a beat, “You – you love me?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“I love you, too.”
Brendon smiled. “Good. Because I plan on being with you for a long time. I'm not letting you out of my sight, ever.”
Charlie grinned. “Yeah?”
Charlie and Brendon's lips met briefly, and then she moved in closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the top of her head, a happy smile on both of their faces.