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My fanfic. (:

Okayy, so here’s my fanfiction featuring Joe Trohman of Fall Out Boy, myself, and Mark Pfetzer (a mountain climber] this was for school btw.

I hope you like it!


“Umm, are you Mark Pfetzer?” I stumble over his last name a bit. It’s too hard to pronounce.
“Ah, yes I am. And you are?” he wonders.
“I’m Meghan, and I am supposed to introduce you to Joe Trohman in Fall Out Boy. Says he’s a huge fan of yours,” I explain to him.
“Oh right, right. I hardly know who he is though. Why do I have to meet him?” He sounds agitated he has to go through with this.
“Because,” I tell him, “he’s a huge fan of you, like i told you before. Now don’t be frightened. You’ve climbed Mt. Everest, yet you can’t even meet a guy?” Now I am getting agitated, yet excited. I am going to meet Joe Trohman as well. It’s always been my dream to meet someone in one of my favourite bands.
“Fine, but lets hope he’s pretty much normal.”
“He is,” I said. “Look here he is now!”
Joe walks up to us. “OH. MY. JONAS. It’s Mark Pfetzer! I love you!!”
“Mhmm, not weird at all,” he mutters under his breath. “Hi, you must be Joe. And you’re in Fall Out Boy?”
“Yepp. I just have to say it’s so fantabulous to meet you!” Joe turns to me. “Heyy. Do you have any weed? Or any cocaine or meth? Heck anything’ll work, I just want some drungs!” Joe has a wild look in his eyes at the thought of drugs.
“No, I don’t. Ask Mark, he knows all about that stuff,” I say sarcastically.
“Joe, I have never touched any drugs in my like. Go away, you scare me,” Mark says disgusted.
“GIVE. ME. DRUGS!!!!!!” he screams at Mark.
“Don’t you have like, a dealer somewhere you can talk to?” Mark asked.
“…He ran away…” Joe whimpered.
“There there Joe. It’ll be okay. Hang in there, buddy,” I tell him to comfort him.
“…Thanks…” he murmured.
“Oh Jesus, what is with you guys? One minute you’re screaming for drugs, then you’re crying your eyes out. I don’t get you,” Mark tells us.
“What a diva!” I whispered to Joe.
“Hey! I heard that! That wasn’t very nice!” Mark yells.
“What a baby. let’s ditch him!” Joe tells me.
“I agree.”
“Hey! No! Don’t do that! I thought you wanted to meet me so bad, and now you’re just ditching me? Oh hell no!” Mark screams at us.
“Ya know, we should go get some lunch. There’s this nice little cafe’ uptown. You wanna go there?” Joe asks me.
I screamed inside. “Yes, I will. Sounds fun.”
“Cool, cool. Let’s go. And do you know anywhere I can get a new drug dealer?”
“Umm, not really… don’t worry about that now,” I tell him. The nwe walked off to get into a cab, ditching Mark.
Trying to make conversation while eating a roast beef sandwich, I ask Joe, “So, how’s the tour going?”
“Ah, pretty great. The only bad thing is that I ran out of drugs in Phoenix,” he replies back.
“Oh, ah, okay? That sucks I suppose,” I say back.
Suddenly, Mark burts into the cafe, holding a gun and the hand of a sleazy and drunk woman. Mark also looks drunk and out of his right mind.
“Hahaha! I knew I’d find you two here together!” Mark shouts atus. “Now,” he says in a quiter voice, “it’s time for Joe’s life to end.”
I gasp. Joe turns to me with a hurt look in his eyes. “I promise,” Joe whispers to me, “that Mark won’t touch you ever. Even if it means my life ending.”
Tears fill my eyes. “No, Joe. Don’t worry about me. I’d hate to see a great band go on without you.” Now tears are slipping down my face.
“No, I-I love you enough to take a bullet for you. Both of us can’t make it out alive,” Joe says with compassion in his eyes.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. My heart seemed to stop, restart, and speed up. I breathed several breaths before I spoke again, which seemed like several minutes. “I love you too,” I said slowly, amazed at how this was turning out.
“Enough lovey dovey stuff!” Mark snarled, firing random shots of his gun everywhere, hitting Joe, the girl, and himself.
“No!” I shouted. The tears came back as I ran to Joe’s side not caring about nothing else in the world. He was gasping to recieve air.
I noticed the bullet punctured his shoulder, so I tried to clean off the blood, then call 911. When I get off my cell, I feel Joe grab my hand. “Call. The guys,” he manages to choke out. As I call all of them I hear ambulance sirens. Later EMTs are in the room taking the injured people out on stretchers. I ride in the ambulance with Joe.
*A few weeks later!*
The doctors preformed surgury on Joe, and got the bullet out of his shoulder. He is now recovering. Good news and bad news: Mark died, but the girl didn’t. We are definately not going to Mark’s funeral!
“Oh, I’m so glad you recovered, Joe!” I tell my boyfriend one day after his recovery.
“Me too, me too,” he says with a smile. He leans over and kisses me. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to give you.” Joe pulls out a bag, winces because of his sore shoulder. “Here.”
I pull out a box that resembles a ring box. I open it. Inside, is a beautiful ring with the words “I’d take another bullet for you” engraved on it. I start crying out of happiness. “Meghan,” Joe begins on his knees, “I love you so much. Will you marry me?”
Tears are streaming off my face. “Of course I will!” I begin to hug him but stop. “But promise me first you’ll lay off the drugs.” Reason: I hate drugs.
“Of course baby. Anything for you.” We resume our hug, me already imagining what out wedding will resemble. “And please get a haircut before the wedding! But not too short,” I tell him.
He sighs. “Yes, dear.” He helps me up and we walk off, hand in hand to go celebrate.