Fall Out Boy Blog and Journals

A bit dated, but for those of you who don’t know.

Pete originally posted a video, featuring what looked like a parody of Oregon Trail featuring Fall Out Boy.

Here is the video:

Highlights:

• a Rock Band-like screen animated in 8-bit featuring the entire band
• A shot of the classic white van being pulled by a pair of oxen
• Hunting! The best part of Oregon Trail!
• What appears to be an animated Pete shooting at Perez Hilton
• “Pete is crusty because of his terrible conjunctavitis. -5”
• Store screen with items such as “McNuggets” and “Laser Ammo,” and a store keeper who appears to be manager Bob McLynn

The video ends with a screen pointing to THIS site, (image above) which right now simply features a “Coming Soon” graphic! Apparently the game will also feature Jason Tate. And Pete promises it will be free!

Any update on this?

-NewAgeAmazon & MightyMendoza

A few days later, the night of the school dance and James had finally cooled off with all of the bullying Patrick.

He had stopped the name calling and the shoving him around…fuck…he’d even held a door open for him once.

And he stopped all of his little friends bullying him too.

Patrick was shocked yet extremely happy at the same time. That adorable not so little smile was almost permanently on his face. I liked it.

“So…Patrick, are you ready for the dance tonight?” I asked grinning widely and swinging my legs over the side of the music room desk.

“Yeah I have to warn you though, I can’t dance to save my life” he said letting out a nervous laugh and placing his arms onto my knees.

“Aww well I’ve got two left feet too Patrick, and besides,” I paused “I don’t think we’ll be doing much dancing anyway” I smirked

Patrick laughed and rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even want to know what surprises you have planned Peter.”

I grinned, “Trust me...you’ll love it!”

A few hours later I was at home preparing myself for the night ahead and all I could think about was Patrick’s face when he saw my surprise.

Patrick’s POV

I had just stepped out of the shower and reached for my steamy, fogged up glasses, placing them on my eyes so I wasn’t as blind as a bat.

Pete had done really well at keeping this secret from me.

I was scared, nervous and excited all at the same time, I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for that night.

I hoped that tonight would be a good night for us…we hadn’t exactly had much luck over the past few weeks.

 

I quickly dried and dressed and put on a little eyeliner or, “oh my god it’s totally guy liner!” according to Pete.

He smiled and laughed lightly at how strange Pete could be sometimes.

No one understood Pete like Patrick did.

And no one understood Patrick like Pete did.

They were in love.

That’s why in Patrick’s mind they were the perfect couple.

 

 

So, so sorry this has taken me so long! My internet was a douche bag for a while and I’ve been commenting from my phone! I’ll try and start doing regular updates soon!
I love you!!
<3

This morning my inbox was full of Google alerts for My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, but all of them had to do with this dude named Adam Lambert. Oh, really?

OMG! it only a week till the FOB consert! almost all of my friends are going (but not with me cos i have early entrys). i cant wait! the MEN is one of the biggest area's in the country, i fainted in their when i was 7 with school (im scared of hights)

but the "copy-cat" is going :( i hate her, she copy's everything i do! and i have to act like i "like" her because she's mates with my mates. last year i started talking to her (she got moved into my english class, id never talk to her before), and i did like her.. at first, but then she started this copying! at first she was copying one of my mates and then she stopped and started copying me! whats most annoying is that she lies all the time. last year i was complaining really loudly about not being allowed to go to the FOB consert in brimmingham (my parents gave in when i got the M&Gs), and she was like "OMG! i love FOB!". and one thing about me it that im really competive, espically about FOB (i know im "probally" not the biggest fan ever but i like to think the biggest in the UK), so we talked about FOB for abit, at this time she was copyin my mate who is a huge HIM fan, and i said that i was an OCK and she was like "OMG! i joined yesturday!", had she? no! she only heard of FOB the week before when i was "again" talking very loudly. for then on she's always tried to beat me with FOB, and i dont mind being beaten.... as long as the other person didnt cheat! she alway like "i love FOB" when she doesnt know half the songs, or their names. i want to hit her so bad...

another annoying thing about the people at school going to the FOB consert is that their only going to see Pete!

anyway im still hyper about it! fall out boy, hey monday + kids in glass houses.. its going to be amazing!

 

 

Ladies and Gents, I’d like to tell you a story of a girl with a dirty agenda. Make what you want of it, I’ll never tell, the story could be true or just a fairy tale…

Miss Misery: A girl with self esteem that is at the low of all lows. She keeps her self up by putting others down in as many ways possible. She loves to brag when she meets musicians as well…But there is one that she wants most of all. His name is Johnny Love, and he sings for Four Year Break, and the band is loved globally.

Miss Misery even spent her time writing a novel of sorts of the fan fiction variety that she is hoping to publish with the bands permission. Aside from that, she wants Johnny Love…

From this picture I paint, dear readers, can you guess her age? No, she is not a teenager, she is a full fledged adult who is currently in college…and she wants to make him hers any way she can, even if it means stabbing a few people in the back…

Miss Misery has a friend, a best friend actually, who is true and wants to be a successful music journalist some day. Her name is Anuhra and she is probably the closest definition of a best friend you can get. Anuhra loved music, and fell in love with a semi-small band called Another Love. Anuhra spoke highly of them, and told Miss Misery about them. Miss Misery didn’t really like their music all that much, but she saw that she could use them for her master plan to persue Johnny. On their MyPage she found that they were friends with a band that had recently had tracks produced by Johnny Love.

The window for opportunity was at her beck and call the day Another Love contacted her about staying at her home. She graciously accepted and was thrilled how her plan was getting closer to coming true.

One night, when she was speaking with her dear friend Anuhra, she asked her if there would be a possibility that Another Love would take her on tour with them.

Anuhra was honest, and said no only being that the band didn’t know Miss Misery well enough. She was willing to make that change…

Her plan is to claw her way into the hearts of Another Love and earn their trust. Then when she meets the band with the record Johnny Love produced on. When that day comes, she wants to make it into their inner workings of friendship and hopefully tour with them or possibly just hang with them in hopes that she will meet Johnny. Miss Misery is predictable, you can say, but I don’t believe her plan will work…

Did you enjoy my little tale, readers? I hope you did. Now, I wonder, Miss Misery, will you ever change? Will you ever stop being the little roach crawling around the music industry trying to be BFF’s with bands for your own gain? That I do doubt…


XO,
Sara7x

The Black Clouds and Underdogs Tour



Fall Out Boy, enough said…



Great dude and Fall Out Boy guitar player Joe Tro, playing immediately after getting a tattoo, tough.



This is the first tour I met Joe on as well, great dude and we hit it off immediately.



Tattooing Pete Wentz, bass player of Fall Out Boy.



This is the start of the tattoo Pete is collecting, we’ve done more since, but usually in short sessions.


Pete Wentz tattooing Dirty (The Bert)



Tour gets kinda crazy sometimes, people get bored and come up with random and stupid ideas to stay entertained, but this in not one of those… Here I’m showing Pete Wentz, bass player of Fall Out Boy, how to do a tattoo on his right hand man, Dirty. Pretty funny.









Not quite sure, but I think Dirty is a little obsessed with Pete. I’m pretty sure he has a bunch of tattoos with Pete’s name worked in somewhere, like his toes that say “Peter Wentz” also… funny.


and....


Fall Out Boy will be on Ellen Friday February 27th.


and...

Black Lips

200 Million Thousand

RS: 3of 5 Stars

2009

It's ironic when the Black Lips sing that they're "trapped in a basement" here. Ten years ago, this Atlanta band's purposefully sloppy "flower punk" would have been unjustly confined to basement shows; now it could fit in a Zach Braff film. The Lips' psychedelic and garage heroes loom large: "Big Black Baby Jesus of Today" sounds distractingly like the 13th Floor Elevators, and "Drugs" is all about the New York Dolls. This smart if self-conscious album makes it clear who the Lips would like to be, but it's hard to tell who they really are.

P.V. STUMP


and....


Fall Out Boy: Rock U and Fall Out Boy: Choice Cuts is on Comcast On Demand under music --> music choice --> rock-alternative --> all artists.


and...

MYSPACE MEMBER SINCE:
Our band went over there pretty early because my friend was like, "All the stripper chicks are on myspace." But I can't remember what year it was, to be honest.

TOTAL NUMBER OF FRIENDS:
We were the first to get a million. It was a big deal at the time. I think everyone has a million friends now... I think my dog might have a million. [Fall Out Boy presently has 1.7 million friends]

CURRENT MOOD:
Celebratory. It's Myspace's birthday...

THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE MY PROFILE PICTURE:
Waiting. For. Bus. It looks like we're at a bus stop. I would say "the bus" but it can only be three words.

MY LATEST MYSPACE OBSESSIONS:
I'm really obsessed with my dog and his Myspace page. He doesn't have any celebrity-pet friends, but I'd love it if he could.

THE MOST AWESOMELY BAD WALLPAPER I'VE EVER SEEN:
There's some real bad Fall Out Boy wallpaper, where people don't understand that you have to keep it in proportion when you strech the pictures, so we're like super-bloated. Wow, that's us in, you know, 40 years.

THE PERSON I WISH WERE ON MYSPACE, BUT ISN'T:
Is Axl Rose on Myspace? [Someone in the room says 'yes.'] That's cool. I'm going to send him a bulletin.

BEST REASON TO ACCEPT A FRIEND REQUEST:
It's the new pissing contest- how many friends you have.



-ICH

I’m Just A Notch In Your Bedpost,

But You’re Just A Line In A Song

Part 13

by Lily Alley

Pete

“What kind of accident?” I wondered. The other end was quiet. My breathing was quickening with every passing second.

“She was hit by a college student who fell asleep at the wheel this afternoon. Headed towards downtown Chicago and when paramedics arrived at the scene she had already passed out. You’ll need to come down to Northpoint Hospital as soon as possible,” he informed me. I had gone completely stiff in the few moments he had been talking. My mouth was dry, but I managed some sound to come out of it.

“Of course, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” I replied. The line went dead, it took me a moment to realize I had pushed the end button. I grabbed my discarded jacket and whipped my cell phone out of it’s pockets, already out the door and heading toward the exit. I dialed the number. My fingers padded silently against the phones keys and I didn’t bother to lock my apartment door, not caring. It rang, once, twice, three times.

“C’mon, pick up,” I growled into the speaker.

“Hello?” came a voice from the other end. I perked up.

“Patrick, it’s me. Listen, you need to call everyone and tell them Lily’s in the hospital, she was in a car accident today and everyone needs to get down to Northpoint hospital right now,” I ordered, my words slurring together from my anxiousness. I was outside now, striding hurriedly towards my parked car.

“What? What happened? Is she okay?” Patrick bombarded me with frantic questions. I hopped in my car and started it, quickly but cautiously.

“I don’t know, man. The doctor didn’t tell me anything. I saw her before, this morning. She saw me hugging Kelsey. She thought it was something else. It was just a friendly hug. She got mad. I don’t even know any more,” I mumbled pathetically.

“Pete, man, I’m sorry. I mean, I know you and Kelsey were friends. I know Lily’s stubborn too. And it‘s not like you did anything wrong,” he comforted. Somehow I didn’t feel better. I sped down the highway, not caring if I got a ticket. Screw cops, my girlfriend was in the hospital unconscious.

“Look, there’s no time! Just call everyone, tell them to get down there. Then you and Ella get you asses moving,” I commanded.

“Right,” he responded. I hung up and focused on the task at hand, trying to busy my mind. I could feel my heart beat pulsing through me at a million miles per hour, I could hear my pulse in my ears. My hands were bone white from me clutching the steering wheel so hard. I flexed my fingers as best as I could while still holding onto the wheel. I watched the road.

The asphalt disappeared beneath the body of my car and Chicago unfolded in front of me. The scene of a small, friendly city lay out in front of me. My eyes watered from worry. My muscles were tense and my stomach churned uneasily. A perturbed feeling boiled in the pit of my stomach and I hated that feeling. It nagged at me. I stared straight ahead, mind racing a mile a minute.

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I ran into the unfamiliar hospital, throwing the doors open. I ran through the building until I got to the waiting room, where I stopped dead. Old chairs lined up against the sterile, bleached out, white washed walls, wooden frames creaking and cushions with matted corners. An eerie feeling blanketed the room, quiet accompanied it. The smell of cheap perfume and Clorox mixed to make a nauseating odor. Shoddy paintings of still life hung crooked on the walls and paint peeled, climbing towards the ceiling. I strode slowly up to the front desk where a nurse acting as a receptionist sat.

“May I help you?” the woman asked in a monotone, obviously wishing she were somewhere else. You and me both, I thought. She popped her gum obnoxiously and continued to type on her decrepit computer, attempting to ignore me as if I would go away if she paid no attention to me.

“I’m Peter Wentz, I’m looking for my girlfriend, Lily Alley,” I stated. She sighed unhappily and grumble to herself as she typed in the information unwillingly.

“Ms. Alley is in surgery and won’t be having any visitors for quite some time. Come back in about an hour,” she informed me haughtily. I narrowed my eyes slightly, but plastered a fake smile on my face.

“Yes, but I was called about half an hour ago and told to come in immediately,” I argued. She sighed again and turned to face me grudgingly.

“Listen Mr. Wentz, we don’t want any trouble here and I don’t need a persistent boyfriend causing trouble, so just go take a seat over there,” she pointed to one of the dilapidated chairs, “and I’ll be right with you once I get any news on your girlfriend.” My faulty grin faltered at her sarcastic tone. I was done being nice.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m done being nice. I have had a really shitty day and I don’t need your attitude to top it off. I’m not dealing with you and I’m not going to just sit there and wait to hear about my own girlfriend! You tell me where my girlfriend is and every single thing you know about her. Fuck this polite shit!” I yelled. The girl’s eyes were wide and she turned to type things into her computer. She clicked her mouse once and turned back to me.

“Ms. Alley is in room 306, second floor, but you can’t go in, she’s in surgery, she was unconscious when she was brought here and they’re trying to get her to regain consciousness, that’s all I know,” she read off unhappily. I smiled genuinely.

“Thank you,” I thanked bitterly. She opened her mouth to say some sarcastic comment but I was already halfway to the stairs. I dashed down the hall and up two flights of stairs to get to her room. I slowed to a walk and paced down the hall looking for her room. 300, 302, 304, and there was Lily’s room. Locked and under surveillance. I took a seat in one of the ten or so chairs they had sitting dismally out in the hall. Today was going to be a long day.

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After nearly an hour of me tapping my fingers nervously on the arm of my chair and pacing down the hall, the doctor I spoke to earlier came into the hall from Lily’s room. He wore blue surgery scrubs and a tired expression. A young girl, no older than twenty five, came from Lily’s room and whispered something to him and he nodded. Other nurses, doctors, and anesthesiologists went out and in her room.

Everyone was here. All of Cobra Starship, Joe, Patrick, Andy, Kelsey, Ella, Sarah, Kat, and me. Kat was in hysterics. She and Lily had been best friends since the third grade, and now. I couldn’t let myself think that. Kelsey insisted she didn’t blame herself, but she did. You could see the guilt written plainly on her face. I couldn’t think about anything, none the less whose fault it was.

We all stood up except for Kat and Joe. Kat was too upset and Joe was holding her and trying to get her to calm down. Dr. Meyers, as his assistant had called him, looked surprised, probably because the entire waiting room was here to see one patient. I just wanted to go in already. Talk to her, explain, apologize. Dr. Meyers cleared his throat, we listened carefully.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. Lily isn’t responding. Her heart is still beating, but there’s nothing we can do to save her, she‘s on life support right now. She will be in a permanent coma, until we pull the plug. I’m sorry,” he apologized. My heart dropped down to my stomach and I could feel it ripping in half. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, I just knew I was angry. My anger bubbled to the surface.

“What? No. You’re a doctor! You’re supposed to fix things like this!” I shouted irrationally. His face was grave and unchanging. Patrick sat down, as did everyone else excluding me, and put his head in his hands.

“Pete, there‘s nothing they can do” he warned, his voice distorted by exhaustion, stress, and sorrow. I turned to glare at him. He looked up and covered his hat with his hands. Kat was sobbing quietly into Joe. Everyone else looked solemn in their seats, no doubt trying to decipher what this meant. They might just accept it, but I wasn’t going out without a fight.

“She’s just in a coma. Can’t you just bring her back to life? Can’t you shock her or give her a transplant? Can’t we wait it out? Can’t you do something?!” I yelled, frustrated. Dr. Meyers shook his head.

“I’m afraid not. I have some more news. This might come as a shock, but it’s something you’ll have to deal with and talk over. Lily was pregnant when the accident happened,” he informed us. I froze. I didn’t remember hearing about something like this ever happening before.

“What?” Sarah breathed. He turned to look at her and nodded. I collapsed into one of the chairs in the waiting room. I buried my face in my hands. That was it, I couldn’t take any more surprises.

“She was… pregnant?” I choked out. I didn’t look up to see him nod. I hadn’t even really meant it to be a question. I was talking to myself more than I was to anybody else. Most men talked about how astonishing it was when they’re girlfriends told them they were pregnant, but this would go down in the Guinness Book of World Records as worlds most shocking discovery. I knew she had been pregnant before. I had wondered what it must have been like for her to have to go through with losing a child. Now I was facing it.

“Now, on the better hand, the baby is still alive, but it won’t be for long. It needs the nutrition’s a female body can give. What we can do is we can take the fetus out of her womb and put it in another woman’s womb. Maybe one of her friends. I will have to warn you, this surgery is very dangerous. For you and the baby,” Dr. Meyers explained. I lifted my head up to the group. I couldn’t ask someone to do that, but knowing the baby was alive, that gave a little hope. Kelsey got up from her place next to Gabe.

“I’ll do it,” she offered boldly. I looked up at her. I knew the tired and worn expression was plastered on my face.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” I argued halfheartedly. I wanted her too, I really did, but I couldn’t let her. I couldn’t let any of them. I was exhausted and not in the mood for a fight, Kelsey could tell, she could see an easy victory. She knew she‘d win.

“Pete, I’m doing this whether or not you want me to or not. Lily would have wanted it this way,” she reasoned. I looked at her for a long time. She wanted to do this, maybe it would ease her guilty conscience. Whatever the cause, I gave in. I was to upset to fight. I had a lot on my mind. The doctor had left so we could discuss.

I imagined a baby, one that looked like me and Lily. Her curly black hair and my eyes. I imagined myself as a father. I imagined myself as a father, without Lily beside me. I couldn’t imagine that.

“Fine, Kelsey, you can if you want to. I don’t feel like arguing in circles all day,” I surrendered, thoughts of a baby swam through my mind. She smiled sadly down at me. Gabe looked furious.

“No! Pete! What is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?!” he shouted. I glanced up at him without moving my head.

“Probably,” I agreed. Gabe turned to Kelsey and grabbed her wrists, not hard just sternly. His eyebrows lay on top of his eyes and his jaw was clenched violently.

“You can’t do this, Kelsey! Don’t listen to Pete, he’s crazy!” Gabe persuaded loudly and gestured to my slumped over form, half from exhaustion, half from depression. I stared at the floor, mulling over what had just occurred. My brain couldn’t process anything right now, except Lily was gone and my child was too.

“I’m doing this with or without your support. I don’t need you to hold my hand. And don’t tell me what to do, you are not my mother. I am a grown person who can make her own decisions,” Kelsey growled back. I peered up at the couple making a scene. Gabe turned back to me.

“Pete, talk to her! Tell her she’s making a stupid mistake!” Gabe commanded. I didn’t say anything.

“Gabe, why don’t you just shut the fuck up? Leave him the hell alone, his girlfriend is gone and his baby might die. Just sit down and shut up,” Patrick ordered. Gabe looked and Patrick for a while, but sat down. The only sounds came from Kat’s muffled crying and the occasional sob from someone else. A tear rolled down my cheek, but I hid it from view. I couldn’t face them right now. I couldn’t face anyone.

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Ugh, sorry it took so long to put out. I had it all typed up and ready to go on Sunday and it was genius, I swear that thing was great. So, I write on word and copy and paste it to Buzznet so it catches any mistakes. So I had it highlighted ready to copy and paste and I accidentally hit Backspace, no big deal right? I can just go up to edit and undo it, well, because of my crappy luck and my clumsiness, my elbow hits the Ctrl button. Guess what Ctrl does? It saves it. So I had a blank document in front of me and all my work was gone. The freakin’ thing had deleted it. So I was going to rewrite it on Monday, but I got a migraine, I still have a migraine, but it’s letting up, so I decided to write this while I still could. Anyways thanks for your patience, next I will have an epilogue, it’s going to be a long epilogue that explains everything, so bear with me, it might take a while. Alright, on to business.

Questions

1. Were you expecting it?

2. Did you think anyone was to blame?

3. What are you expecting in the epilogue?

4. Ever gotten a migraine?

5. Favorite CD of all time? Mine’s either Take This To Your Grave or The Black Parade

6. Buzz/Thoughts on this chapter/What happens next?

Love,

Lily

My free hand was digging in my pocket while the other held a bag of donuts and a tray of coffee when the plain black door opened, I looked up to see Alex's bewildered expression. "Kaelin, what are you doing?"

"Help!" I pleaded while pushing my full hands towards him. He took the donuts, leaving the coffee for me. I followed him into my studio before setting the coffee on the long glass table where the rest of the guys were sitting. Rian, Zack, and Jack were sitting at the table, half asleep. I laughed to myself, "Hi, guys."

Rian's head lifted from the table, "Hi." he said groggily before slapping Jack on the back and tapping Zacks head.

Once everyone was, kind of, awake, I passed out napkins and coffee. "I wasn't sure what kind of coffee to get, so I just got plain. There should be cream and sugar around here somewhere." I shrugged before going to the miniature kitchen, opening the small fridge and pulling out a small cream. "Found some!" I announced before setting it down, two out of the three were back to sleep.

"Guys!" Alex laughed, noticing my expression, I smiled a thank you before sitting down on one of the empty chairs.

"Morning, Jack, Rian." I laughed while handing them each coffees. They smiled in response, "Sorry I got you guys here so early, your manager said something about another shoot today." I shrugged.

Zack groaned in response, "I know."

I laughed again, "Well, let's get to it then." I clapped my hands together, surprising the half asleep men, "I promise this won't take long." The guys smiled, "So, did you get the plan that I sent you?" I asked, stirring sugar into the dark coffee in the paper cup.

"Yeah, we did." Jack nodded, holding the coffee up and shaking it around, "I like them, guys?"

"I think we all do, right?" Zack looked at Alex and Rian, they both nodded.

"Wow, I didn't expect everyone to like it." I laughed quietly, "Uh, so, do you know when you'll have some free time?" I asked the group, they all simultaneously shrugged, "Thought so, I guess I'll call Meg then."

"Sounds good, I know the schedule, but she's always adding things and stuff." Alex rolled his eyes, "Where'd you get these donuts, they're really good."

"Er, this shop near my house." I replied, watching as he took a big bite of a powdered donut. My nose wrinkled when he started talking again, this time, I couldn't understand a word he was saying, though, my lips curled into a smile, "Sure...." I laughed, "So, this was kind of pointless then. I should have just called you guys, I didn't have to wake you up so early." I apologized.

"Really, it was no problem." Alex shrugged quickly, "I mean, we don't mind. We, uh, would have gotten up anyway." he added, "We usually do that anyway."

We all looked to him, slightly confused by his rambling. Jack was nearly bursting with laughter, coffee probably wasn't the best thing for him. "Yeah, okay." I said slowly, "I guess you're free to go, unless you-" I was cut off by the sharp ring of my cell, I apologized before flipping it open, "Hello, Kaelin Roberts."

"I'm so glad you answered." Ashlee sighed into the phone, sounding relieved.

"Oh, hi Ash, do you think this can wait, I'm with clients right now?" I asked.

"No." she stated, there was a pause before she spoke again, Ashlee faultered over her words before repeating them for me, "There is a slight possibility that... that, I might be pregnant."

I felt my jaw drop, "Just a second," I held the phone to my chest and looked at the guys, "I'll be back in a minute, if you don't mind?" no one opposed. I excused myself from the room and hurried down the narrow hallway to one of the small office rooms, once in I shut the door behind myself, "Ashlee?"

"Mhmm..."

"Like, seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Wow...how big is this slight possibility?" I asked, waiting impatiently for her reply.

"I took two tests, both positive."

I felt another wow coming along. Despite the fact that Ashlee and Pete were already planning on getting married, it was strange to think of them as parents. A million thoughts were rushing through my mind at once, Ashlee and Pete parents? A baby? "Wow." I mumbled, "Does Pete know?"

"Yeah, he's out getting a few tests or something. He's been gone for  a while though." she said quietly, "I don't need more tests though, Kae, I just know. I've got this gut feeling."

We sat in a few moments of comfortable silence. I knew she was probably thinking of what the baby would look like, that's what I was thinking of. "Hey, why did you call me?"

"Because you've gone through this before." Ashlee told me.

My teeth sunk into my lower lip. It didn't matter that Gabe and I hadn't been ready, it didn't matter that we weren't together anymore... We'd prepared ourselves for parenthood, then our hopes had been squashed, it was still hard. "Do you want this?"

"Yes. I think so. I mean, yeah, it's scary, a baby and all, but, I know for a fact that Pete and I can do it." she sounded confident, which was probably a very good thing.

"How does he feel about it?"

"I don't know. He seems okay, but, he's kind of good at hiding some things, so he could be as terrified as I am." she laughed nervously, "I'll let you go, he should be back any minute."

"Oh, okay." I nodded to myself.

"I just wanted you to know I'm pregnant." she told me quietly.

My lips parted in a soft smile, "Thank you, Ashlee. Tell Pete I said hi." we said godbye before hanging up. I didn't have time for the news to sink in before I remembered the guys waiting for me. I hurriedly made my way back to the main room and stood at the end of the table, "I'm sorry about that. A friend was having a... crisis." That sounded right.

"Oh," Alex said quietly. I looked up to find that he was the only one left. I was about to ask where everyone had gone when he began to answer my unspoken question, "They were all tired so they went back to the hotel. I hope it's not a problem?" he asked.

I shook my head, "We're done anyway, you can go to if you need." I nodded while I put a few papers back in a folder, then stuffed it in my bag.

"It's okay, I've got nothing else to do right now." he told me, he sat at the table while tapping his fingers against the glass. "I was wondering if you wanted to pick up some breakfast, I noticed you didn't eat any of the donuts."

I shrugged, I wasn't a big fan of donuts, though it was apparent that Alex was. "Um, I think I can do that. I've got nothing planned for today." I nodded, picking my bag up off the chair and slinging it over my shoulder. I followed Alex out the door, I locked it behind myself and followed him to the elevator. "Oh, I forgot, how was Sienna this morning?"

He laughed before pressing the 1 button on the elevator wall, "She wasn't too happy to be up that early."

Sienna was a friend I'd made in college, but we'd been friends ever since. She owned and lived in the studio below mine, so I had her let the guys in. "I can imagine."

"She said she'd get you back." he warned jokingly, I rolled my eyes while we got off the elevator, "So I thought we'd go to the restaurant in the hotel we're staying at. I hear they've got decent food."

"Fine with me." I nodded while we walked down the street before we got into a car, Alex in the drivers seat.

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I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the long wait. I've been super busy the past few weeks, but I promise I'll get more chapters out soon. Promise :D

Andrew.

He had the same messy brown hair, the same black rimmed glasses and the same rough beard that I’d seen just days previously. There was one crucial difference though... he was wearing a shirt. I must have been staring for longer than I realised as he looked at me quickly then turned away again, just as fast. I think I made him a bit nervous. Then I realised I was still staring and my mouth was hanging wide open. He must have thought I was a proper physco. I turned to Grace and asked puzzled, pointing behind me.

“Is that who I think it is?” She glanced behind me, more subtly watching him than I had done earlier.    

“Dunno, he’s got his back to me” was her helpful reply “who do you think it is?” She looked at me as though I was mad.

“Andy Hurley”.

“Yeah right” she laughed, and turned to talk to Sophie. Annoyed I turned to where Andy was now sat. God knows where I got the balls from (last time I saw the member of a band I liked, I had stood there gawping like a lemon for about five minutes) but I turned and said.

“Excuse me”. Andy turned to look at me. He looked slightly worried that I was now talking to him and hoping that I would soon leave him alone and could involve him saying as little as possible. “Are you Andy Hurley from Fall Out Boy?” I smiled and tried to look as normal as possible to redeem myself from my earlier faux par. Luckily he smiled back with a vague look of surprise, which was an indication I wasn’t a-going to ask the question he thought I was going to and b-he didn’t think I was completely insane. He answered in a thick American accent.

“Yes I am its very nice to meet a fan”. He offered me his hand and I shook. My palms were sweaty from nervousness and shock but his were soft and pleasant. I told him my name and we began to discuss everything under the sun. His eyes were soft behind his glasses and sparkled when he spoke of the times he’d shared with his friends (and band mates). I hope mine did the same when I spoke of the girls. The subject of relationships came up as I’d half expected when I told him I’d seen Twilight five times for the pure love of the handsome leading male. I found myself spilling everything about my previous relationship to him. Andy was very easy to talk to and a great listener. After an hour and a half of none stop chatter, he left for the bathroom. I turned to the girls. Soph had nodded off, much to graces approval, Jess was doodling on the back of a magazine and Grace was reading Kerrang! I proceeded to tell her about my encounter but she quickly cut me off asking.

“Is Patrick Stump here?” I told her no despite the fact I had no clue. I didn’t really want her running round the plane like a headless chicken trying to find him. As Andy returned we were soon back in deep conversation, only stopping for toilet breaks and to eat (after which Andy tried to convince me to start a vegan diet, I was having none of it).

The flight passed amazingly quickly and a flush of sadness came over me as we had to leave the plane. As we exited, he disappeared for a moment then came back again; I introduced him to the girls. Grace overexcited and overly friendly, Jess polite and smiling as always. Sophie was fairly distant as she was eager to ring David. We collected our bags, Andy laughing at my bright orange suitcases but the tables soon turned as he couldn’t find his in a sea of black bags. We departed there. He kissed my cheek, his rough beard tickling my face. He then took out four VIP passes for a Fall Out Boy gig in Chicago in three weeks time. I looked down at the tickets unable to speak.

“You’re not busy are you?” I shook my head vigorously. “Good” he smiled. “Come and I can introduce you to the band”. I smiled. “They’re suckers for a British accent”. With that he turned and left. I vaguely saw a baseball cap, a brightly coloured hoody and a mass of curly hair in the direction he headed. I could only assume this would be the band I soon met.

 

Fall Out Boy face the music
Fall Out Boy face the music (+pics)
By CLIO FRANCIS - Stuff.co.nz | Monday, 23 February 2009













Rock band Fall Out Boy fronted up to some hard questions at their New Zealand press conference this afternoon - but it wasn’t the media doing all the screaming and shouting.

The American act - who perform at Auckland's Vector Arena tonight - were greeted by a frenzied roar when they arrived at the Parnell College school gym for a question-and-answer session run by the students.

After a welcome from the school's head girl, the band was presented with individual plaques, celebrating their new album Folie a Deux going gold in New Zealand.

Members of the media took a back seat, leaving the hard questions to the teens.

"Do you pay your own phone bill?" asked one.

All four of the band's members quickly responded with a yes - apart from bassist Pete Wentz.

Looking sheepish, Wentz asked for all the teachers present to block their ears.

"My Dad still pays my phone bills - that is actually true," he confided.

Another student asked whether anyone in the band got homesick.

Wentz said while being away from his family was tough, it was made worthwhile by the excitement of overseas adventures.

"My son is three-months old - but we i-chat," he said.

"I don’t think he understands though. I don’t think he knows he’s related to me actually."

When asked if there was anything they wouldn’t want their mother to know, the band looked bemused.

Wentz recounted a story from a couple of years ago, when rumours of a sex tape starring Wentz surfaced on the internet.

"I had an interesting debacle on the net a few years ago. It involved pictures and other unpleasantries.

His said his mother later emailed him, saying: "Be more careful next time, son."

"And she still makes me French toast so we’re still on good terms," he said.

Playful bickering broke out between band members Patrick Stump and Joe Trohman as they debated contentious topics like which of the band’s albums was the best and whether they would stop playing music if it wasn't fun anymore.

As the dispute heated up, Wentz chuckled: "I think we maybe should have practiced this press conference".

* Stuff.co.nz will have a full review and photos from tonight's show. Check back tomorrow to post your own reviews.