Wonderless CH4 Run In

(Just a quick disclaimer before I begin, I have NOTHING against Ronnie Radke. In fact, I quite like him so please don't get pissed off.)

It has been a little under a week since Patrick has seen or heard from Winter at all. And it wasn't until too late did he realize he never asked for her email address or any other method of contacting her. He cursed to himself upon this realization, and now it's a Saturday morning and still nothing. Not even a run in at a convenience store.

Albeit, he's not gonna go looking for her all over the city. That'd be weird and creepy. Besides, he is bound to run into her eventually. This is Seattle. It's a big city but it's not that big. They're bound to meet again sometime in the near future.

On the bright side, Patrick has been getting ideas for songs to release in the near future as well. Granted, he hasn't written a full song since the release of 'Soul Punk', but it's a start.

So far, he had two lines worth of words written down. He wasn't sure how or where he would use them. It was definitely very different from songs like 'My City' or 'Everybody Wants Something'.

As he sat there in a secluded booth by himself, ignoring the sounds of clattering dishes and chattering families, he stared down at the notebook in front of him. All he had so far was, "I'm gonna change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a Phoenix." It wasn't much, but again, it was something.

Patrick got the idea of the song shortly after befriending the seemingly troubled teen. The lyrics were partially talking about how he wanted to get her to open up to him, and how he wanted to try and help her overcome whatever issue or issues she may have. He racked his brain for any more ideas on what to write next however none came to mind. Patrick had come to the conclusion that he was stuck.

Sighing, he pushed the notebook aside and took a drink from his lemon iced tea. Tea always calmed him down and helped him through the day. Patrick really isn't like other rock stars or pop musicians out there throwing mic stands into the crowd and getting high on coke before going up on stage. The closest he has ever come to doing drugs was getting stoned at the age of seventeen. And throwing a mic stand into the audience? Please. He's not Ronnie Radke. He has however, yelled at a so called "fan" while on stage because the asshole poured a full can of beer on his head before the show.

But for the most part, Patrick is not an angry person. He has no anger issues and is usually the voice of reason in heated confrontations.

As the blonde musician was finally getting around to looking at the menu he heard the restaurant doors open and a new group of teenagers waltzed in. They weren't too loud or anything which was good. They mainly talked among themselves. The two voices he heard both sounded like guys, but he swore he saw a girl walk in with them. He mentally shrugged. Maybe she was here by herself.

A chipper blonde waitress ended up seating them in the booth behind Patrick and then asked them in a pleasant voice what they wanted to drink. One voice said, "Uh, can I get a Coke please?"

To which the waitress replied with, "Of course!"

Then a much deeper and velvety voice spoke next. "I'll have the same."

After him, there was another voice, but this time it was in fact a girl. She said, "I'll take a black coffee."

Patrick recognized that voice instantaneously. That was Winter. He perked up when he heard her and glanced over his shoulder. He saw her sitting next to a boy in a dark red jacket similar to the one Brad Pitt wore in Fight Club. Across from them was another boy in a scarf and beanie.

"God, you're so boring Lil' J!" The boy next to her teased, but then he heard a sound like she had just hit him. The boy groaned in pain, and the person across from them laughed. Winter snickered, and he is willing to bet she just crossed her arms with her head held high. Patrick laughed to himself, but Winter must have heard because she turned her body around to face him. He didn't realize it until she said, "What're you laughing about, Patty Boy?"

He chuckled at the nickname and answered, "Nothing." Innocently.

"You two know each other?" The boy who was laughing previously gestured to the both of them. Patrick glanced at them and when he did, both of them went bug eyed and started hyperventilating. They totally knew who he was.

"Calm the fuck down!" She scolded. They were still breathing heavily through their noses like some sort of pissed off dragon. Winter rolled her eyes from behind her aviators. "I apologize for my idiot friends for anything stupid they're gonna do while we're here."

"Hey!" The one in the scarf defended, but then sighed upon realizing that she was painfully right.

"If they can keep their teenage hormones under control for a goddamn hour-" she briefly scolded at the two of them before continuing. "We'd liked if you joined us."

The boy dressed like Tyler Durden shrunk in his seat and made a nervous noise in his chest. Patrick on the other hand, smiled at the idea and told her he'd love to. "Great!" She responded. Patrick then stood from his seat, grabbed his half empty lemon tea and sat down next to the guy in the gray scarf who looked like Ville Valo.

"Patrick, this is Kellin," She pointed to Kellin next to him and then pointed to the one next to her. "And this dog end motherfucker is Brandon."

"Winter!" Brandon suddenly exclaimed, which caused a few people to turn their attention over at their table. Winter glared at him. "What!?"

"You can't use that kind of obscene language in front of Patrick Stump! You'll ruin his innocence!" He said over dramatically. Winter scoffed.

"Dude, you're talking about the same guy who sang about being the friction in someone's jeans so shut your stupid pie hole!"

"God Winter, stop talking about his mouth we know you think Brandon's a sexy beast of DAMN!"

Winter turned to him and raised her dominant hand. "I am not afraid to backhand you."

Kellin raised his pale hands in defense. "Alright alright! No need to get violent Lil' J." He smirked. Patrick raised a thoroughly confused eyebrow. "Little J?" He questioned. Winter whined and smacked her for head down on the wooden table, causing a bunch of cutlery and other condiments to rattle upon impact.Patrick only grew more confused, meanwhile Kellin and Brandon were laughing their asses off.

Through all the endless laughter and Winter's head banging on the table, Brandon got around to explaining the meaning behind the nickname "Lil' J/Little J/Lil' Jenny".

"It's kind of an inside joke. We call her Lil' J because she looks and sounds exactly like Taylor Momsen's character on Gossip Girl."

"That's a lie!" Winter shouted, then shrunk in her seat after receiving many harsh looks. When she spoke next, she was more quieter. "Do I look like a blonde rich bitch to you?"

"Whatever you say Lil' J." Brandon scoffed. Winter retaliated by smacking the back side of his head. Just then, the waitress came back with their ordered beverages and set them down. "Here you go!" She chimed. Her eyes scanned over them all real quickly before they landed on Patrick. He froze.

"You wouldn't happen to be from Fall Out Boy, would you?" She inquired calmly. Maybe she wasn't one of those psycho yandere fans who kept a shrine dedicated to Fall Out Boy in her room. In fact, she looked to be in her early thirties. She looked like she listened to Sublime, not Fall Out Boy. Patrick nodded. "I am." He replied simply. The waitress smiled at him.

"Listen, I hate to pester you like this but my son is a huge fan. You wouldn't mind signing this would you?" She held out a simple notepad. Patrick sighed in relief when he saw that she wasn't a psychopath.

"I'd be happy to." He said. The waitress cheered in happiness, then gave the notepad and pen over to him. "What is your sons name?" He asked politely.

"Victor." She answered him. Patrick smiled as he wrote down in neat cursive, "Keep dreaming, to Victor from Patrick Stump."

He then handed it back to the waitress with a warm grin.

"Thank you so much!" She gushed, and Patrick blushed from all the attention. "It's my pleasure."

From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Winter giving him a knowing smirk while sipping from her black coffee, but he paid it no mind.

After they server calmed herself down enough, she spoke to all of them. "Are you ready to order, or do you still need a few minutes?"

"You guys ready?" Kellin made sure before ordering a split decision breakfast which basically consisted of every basic breakfast food out there. Brandon(who was admittedly slightly stoned) ended up getting the same thing. Patrick ordered a simple omelette and pancakes. When it was Winter's turn to order, she just shrugged calmly. "I'm good with just my coffee." She said.

"You sure?" Patrick asked her. Winter looked at him seriously.

"Yes, I'm sure." She assured him. Patrick frowned deeply at her, wishing that she would at least get something, anything! She was skinny enough as it is, she even looked a little malnourished. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was a holocaust victim. But this isn't World War II.

"Uh, you can just share with me." He mumbled lowly under his breath. It was so quiet, and there was a lot of chit chat going on at other tables. But somehow, Winter still managed to hear him. Ears of a goddamn vulture. Her hand came down harshly on the table, making a few droplets of her black coffee slosh out of the mug. Patrick flinched.

"I thought you said you wouldn't ask like my dad!" She scolded. Patrick raised his hands in defense, and he even saw Brandon next to her shaking his head and mouthing a silent "Don't fuck with her." It was more like a warning. It seemed as if he has suffered the wrath of her fury more than once or twice in the past. He seemed serious too. Kellin hummed uncomfortably.

"Well, u-uh...I'll be right out with your orders."

With that, she scurried off to get their orders ready, leaving the four in an awkward silence while Winter death glared Patrick, who shrunk in his seat.

They thought this intense silence would last for an eternity, that was, until Brandon decided it would be a funny idea to take the ice in his drink and drop it down the back of Winter's plain black v-neck shirt, contradicting his earlier warning. The dangerous scowl on her face disappeared within a split second and was replaced by one of shock. The feeling of something so cold pressing up against her lower back made her let out a sharp gasp and stand abruptly from her seat. She arched her back and struggled to retrieve the ice cube. When she did, she chucked it at a giggling Kellin and sat down again. Although, Brandon's crime did not go unpunished.

While Patrick sat back and watched the teenage antics unfold before him, Winter ruthlessly grabbed Brandon's left nipple and twisted it as hard as she could. He whimpered and mewled like a constipated donkey when she did this.

"Okay okay I'm sorry!" He gave in almost immediately. Although she made him endure a few more seconds of misery before letting him go. For the first time since he got here, Patrick burst out into laughter. He now knew that just because she was tiny and petite, didn't mean that she couldn't kick some ass when necessary.

"You psycho hoe." Brandon muttered. Winter snickered. "You fuckin' know it." Then she turned to Patrick again and gave him a mock serious look. "Let that be a warning, Stump!"

Patrick chuckled and shook his head. "Okay."

After another fifteen minutes or so of just dicking around stupidly, the food had finally arrived and only then did Kellin think to ask the question that they all knew was on everyone's mind.

"So Lil' J," she rolled her eyes at the nickname before he continued. "care to tell us how you're friends with someone such as Patrick Stump?" He interrogated.

"All I'm gonna say is, he was playing at the homecoming dance for some fucking reason." She answered.

"That still doesn't answer the question." Brandon chimed in.

Patrick saw Winter give them a look that he couldn't quite recognize. It was almost as if they were communicating telepathically. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the reason why she was crying that night. He was tempted to ask her why again, but he knew better than to ask that, especially now of all time. Besides, it's obvious she trusts Brandon and Kellin more than she trusts Patrick. It would make sense. She's known Patrick for a week whereas she's probably known these two idiots for years on end. That would explain the whole non verbal communication thing going on.

Later on, he'll ask. Although, that may not be for a pretty long time. This girl is a tough cookie to crack. And apparently much stronger than people think she is. Hell, she twisted the shit out of Brandon's poor nipple. It's probably already purple and bruised already.

When their telepathy thing was over with, the boys all dug into their food while Winter merely kept getting refills of her coffee. Patrick was about to offer her a pancake or something, but Brandon gave him a warning look.

He wasn't sure what it was about this boy, but he seemed a little over protective of Winter. Maybe even a little possessive of her. But it didn't seem like they were romantically involved. More like an over protective brother or something. Kellin even seemed like he knew her better than she knew herself.

"Anyways," Kellin tried to brighten the mood. "We goin' back to your place after this?"

"Yeah," Winter replied. "Just lemme make sure my mom's not there first. Or passed out at the very least."

Patrick looked between the three and they looked like this was normality for them. Were their parents drug addicts or what?

A little less than an hour later, everyone was finished eating and were now deciding on who should pay.

"I got it." Patrick insisted. Winter shook her head. "Nah man let me. You paid last time."

"Last time!?" Brandon and Kellin exclaimed in unison. Winter ignored them and started grabbing for something in her jean pocket.

"I'm not gonna let a fifteen year old pay for my meal." He said.

"Dude.....No!" Brandon shouted dramatically.

"Hey hey, I'll get it. No need to fight or anything." Kellin intervened. Patrick was about to protest but Kellin shushed him and said, "I'm eighteen you know."

The former front man shrugged, deciding that him paying was probably better for everyone. From what he has seen so far of her, Winter probably would have taken a swing at him. And fighting with her, or fighting at all for that matter was most definitely something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Hey, before you go, let me get your email address or something?" He asked, trying his best not to sound creepy. He figured asking for her number would be crossing the line.

"I don't check my email often, I'll give you my DA instead."

"DA?" Patrick quirked a brow.

"DA, DeviantArt. It's a website for artists." She elucidated. "Gotcha."

She grabbed a napkin and a pen from the center of the table and wrote something down real quick. Most likely her username.

"@DavieJoan." He read after she handed it to him.

"It's a combination of David Bowie and Joan Jett. Brandon came up with it."

"Well, I'll be sure to get an account and message you soon." He told her.

"Great." She responded. "I'll look forward to it." Winter said, offering a friendly wink.

Again, he watched her and her friends leave and as he did, his mind went back to everything he still didn't know about her.