"Hey guys, This is Onyx, my little sister. She's going to be touring with us for a few months. Okay?" Joe said, hugging me with one arm against his side. Vibrant red hair flopped in front of my face, I let it stay there as I could feel myself getting embaressed. Ducking my head I mumbled,
          "Hey guys..." and risked a glance up at the two men looking at me, gently smiling, then returned to looking at my feet and shuffled them a little arkwardly.
          "Hey, I'm Pete... Don't worry dude, we don't bite," he paused a little, "... unless you want us to that is." I made the mistake of glancing up to see him wink at me playfully. Feeling heat rush to my snowy cheeks I returned to focusing on the floor.
          "'Oy. Wentz! Leave the poor girl alone. She looks embaressed enough, flirt later if you must." A new voice rang, it came from beside me, making me jump violently, "Hey, I'm Patrick. You want something to eat? You look hungry... We've got pizza!" The voice sounded again warmly, almost immediatly, i felt the heat rush away from my cheeks, helping me be brave and look up. The one who just spoke, Patrick, was standing so close to me, i could almost smell him.
           The bus jerked suddenly. Crash. Everyone slipped from their spot and tumbled to the floor. To the same spot. Where I had already fallen. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Four bodies landed on top of me. Forcing my first close encounter with the man who came face to face to me. Patrick Stump.
          I noticed things about him now more than the first time I looked at him. The way his eyes held more kindness and angel-like beauty than his voice, How his skin was perfect. His light brown hair fell softly around his features.
          "Ow! Oh dear god. i can't breathe!" I gasped. Still only centimeters from Patrick's face. My eyes closed as I focused on breathing. Slowly, I felt the weight that held me to the floor lighten, until there was none at all. Sighing with relief I re-opened my eyes. Gratefull to feel my chest rising and falling naturally.
          "Here, let me help you up...?" A hand opened and stretched twoards me in a gesture of aid.
          "Thanks... Uh, Patrick." I smiled gratefully at him, gazing into his relentlessly kind eyes. Another lurch of the tour bus reversed his help. We both came tumbling to the floor. My body crushing, - Crushing? no, I only weighed 7.4 stone - him. My previous shade of red cheeks returned with a vengance. Joy. "Sorry. Oh god, I'm so sorry!... Sorry..." I rapidly apologised while stumbling to my feet, desperate to hide my rosey cheeks.
          "Anyway ladies!" Joe grinned, "Any of you touch her, I swear, I'll kill you. This is my sister. Remember that when you're fantasizing."
          "Fantasizing?!" I repeated in shock, "It's me. Joe, remember that. I'm nothing anyone would want to 'fantasize' about."
          "Look, it's just a caution. If one of these so much as think of you sexually. I'll never forgive them. Any of them." My sibling sternly stated,
          "Let them I say. It'll be a lot more fun that way." I retorted.
          "Onyx! How could you say that?"
          "I opened my mouth, and spoke, much like I'm doing now!" I smiled at him, "Bro' there's nothing to worry about, they do anything I don't like, I'll tell you... After I break their legs that is."
          

          Being on tour, Fall Out Boy needed to play in gigs. Joe and the guys told me I could either stay in the overly stuffy tour van that smelled distinctively of man-sweat and alcohol, OR I could get front row tickets to every concert. Have a guess which one I chose...
         The first time I watched F.O.B play, Pete meandered into the crowd. He came across me, smiled, winked and took my hand. While dragging me onto the stage, he linked arms with me, so he could continue playing his bass guitar. Every girl in the crowd turned green in envy as he returned to holding my hand as he helped me onto the stage. I looked stupid, standing there, right beside Pete Wentz, who was flinging himself around while playing his beautiful bass.
         Between the 2nd and 3rd song, he whispered gently into my ear, "can you sing?" I nodded slightly, curious, "Do you know any Fall Out Boy songs?"
         Nodding again, I added, "Every song you've brought out, i own and know by heart."
         "Great." he returned to his microphone and spoke into it, "Because you're going to sing!"
         "WHAT?!" I exclaimed in disbelief and horror, "No! Pete, Please don't do this to me!"
         Still speaking into the mic without realising "I've heard you sing in the shower... You're amazing!" My mouth dropped. As did every female's in the room. Pete turned the microphone so I could speak into it,
         Patrick interupted before it could get any more personal, "This next song is just for you Onyx... Don't forget to sing!" The guitars started to strum rythmically into one of my favorite songs, 'Pretty in Punk' soon after the verse began, I found myself singing along into the mic:

"'He stands alone because he's high on himself'
But if you only knew..

I was terrified and would you mind if I
sat next to you and watched you smile
So many kids but I only see you
And I don't think you notice me
Well I've seen your boyfriend
and I don't think he treats you right
But that's none of my business is it?

I'm not the way you think I am, no
I'm not the way you think I am, no........"