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Molly grabs a couple slices of banana from the napkin I have them on before turning to me.

"You remember that I can't watch them for the next couple days, right?" She says, weakly smiling at me.

"Of course I remember. It's fine that you want to go to New York to see your family. I mean, the state is just next door," I laugh lightly, "And anyway, I'm sure my co-workers miss the little ones, so bringing them to work with me isn't a big deal."

"Good," She sighs lightly, taking more banana segments, "I'm sorry that I'm leaving on kind of short notice, but my mom's getting remarried and she wants me to be there. You would think that after the first three remarriages that she wouldn't mind so much if I wasn't there, but noooo." She rolls her eyes sarcastically, smiling slightly.

"Believe me, it's no biggie. I just have to start getting ready for work now." I inform her, finishing up the banana and walking towards my bathroom once she nods.

I take a ten-minute shower and quickly pull on a nice purple, kind of short, skirt with a white, kind of lacey, shirt. I slip on my purple flats and brush my hair quickly, adding a purple hair bow and a touch of black eyeliner. I'm so glad the Inn isn't a fancy workplace so I can wear things like this without having to be super business like.

Before I grab my purse, making sure it's full of the things I need like my cell phone and a few slips of paperwork, I kiss my three baby's goodbye.

I get into my Honda Civic Hybrid and start driving to work. Hating the silence of my car, I turn on the radio fairly loud.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman-

Patrick's voice starts. I sigh lightly and change the station.

Sugar, we're going down swinging! I'll be your number one with a bullet!

His voice sings perfectly. I sigh again and simply turn off the radio all together, wanting to drive in silence over hearing him sing.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull into the parking lot of the Dragonfly Inn. I grab my purse and walk in, seeing the normal amount of guests roaming around, chatting away with each other and enjoying their time here.

I stride up to Michael at the front desk and stick my purse in the cubby underneath the desk. I grin at him and nudge his side gently with my elbow as he lazily types random information on the computer in front of him.

"Good morning Julia." He says, smiling lightly at me.

"Morning to you too, Mike. Hey, have you been ignoring the phone?" I ask, raising an eyebrow when I remember that Spencer said no one answered the phone when he called here.

"It was ringing earlier, but I missed it because I was helping a guest with scheduling special dinner plans. We've got a proposal on our hands." He laughs lightly, nodding over to the cute young couple walking towards the stairs to their room.

"All right, because Spencer called me at home this morning, saying that no one answered here."

"Oh! Are the Panic! boys coming back for a while?" He asks with enthusiasm, one of his favorite bands is Panic! At the Disco.

"Yeah, they want to come to write their new album."

"When are they going to come?" He asks, opening a screen on the computer to enter reservations.

"The first three weeks of June they said." I tell him, flipping through a few pages of paperwork on the desk.

The day quickly passes by without too many disruptions. When dinner arrives, I smile as I see our chef, Gabe, sticking an engagement ring on top of a cupcake that looks simply delicious.

Michael, Gabe and I watch from the door of the dining room as the young couple I saw earlier smile at each other. The young blonde girl accepts her cupcake from the young black-haired boy. She looks down at it with a curious look, and immediately she squeals loudly, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

I'm guessing she said yes.

Finally the day is over! I grab my purse from behind the desk and say goodbye to Gabe, who's finishing up a surprise cake for the lucky newly engaged couple that we're going to give them tomorrow.

I climb into my car and sigh lightly. I drive back home in the twilight, not wanting to dare and turn on the radio just incase they feel like continuously torturing me with Patrick's amazing voice.

Fifteen minutes later I'm pulling into my apartment parking lot and climbing up the stairs to the second story, where I live. I open the door, and slightly to my surprise, I find Molly sitting by herself on the living room couch.

"Where are the munchkins?" I ask, sitting next to her. Normally the trio stays up until I get home, even though between seven to eight o'clock is kind of late for three-year-olds to be staying up.

"They fell asleep early today. Six-thirty as a matter of fact." She laughs lightly. I smile and give her a hug before walking to the kitchen and grabbing a few slices of cheese from the fridge for my dinner. I don't eat much it seems like, right? Well, that's only if I come home past eight. Normally I'll have an actual dinner. Most of the time I can get off early enough to have dinner with my kids and Molly.

Sighing lightly, I sit on the edge of my bed and look over at the second one against the wall where Asia is sleeping quietly.

I quickly change into a pair of black shorts and a white tank top, but before I'm able to climb into bed, I hear Asia mumble something. I turn to look at her and she's sitting up, rubbing her tired eyes with her fists. I walk over to her and sit on the edge of her bed.

"Baby, what are you doing up? You should be asleep." I say softly as she looks up at me with her big, gorgeous brown eyes.

"I hath another dreamth abouth daddy," She starts yawning lightly, "Mommy, where ith daddy?" I bite the inside of my lip and look out the window for a second before deciding to reply.

"Daddy is on a vacation, baby."

"Wath a vakathon?"

"A vacation is where someone leaves and doesn't come back" I lie to her softly, forcing myself not to get emotional.

"Oh." She simply replies, rubbing her tired little eyes and slowly falling asleep. I take a deep breath and crawl into my bed, another night with Patrick on my mind. I smile to myself as I think about the last time that I saw him. He was with the other Fall Out Boy's on TRL and they were talking about the new album they were planning on writing.

He looked so adorable because he tripped over himself while they walked onstage, causing him to turn a light shade of red that I don't think many other people noticed. He was wearing a hat, like always, and a Clandestine hoodie. I remember the hoodie so well, because I have the same exact one. Gray with purple pockets where the BartSkull is repeated.

I close my eyes, picturing Patrick's smile as we continuously stole glances from each other during lunch at the Inn, they same day we told each other we liked the other. He was so adorable, he got jealous when Joe put his arm around my shoulders and played with my hair, kissing my neck lightly and making me giggle, due to a dare from Pete.

I fall asleep with Asia in my arms, thinking of no other than Patrick Stump. I guess you can say I still have kind of a crush on him. He's as cute as ever and his voice is as amazing as ever. And I can bet a million dollars that he's as sweet as ever too.

"Mommy!!" Three little voices shout, waking me up from the dream I was having about Patrick and me. The night we first kissed. I open my eyes to see my triplets smiling wide and holding dandelions out to me.

"Aww, what'd you guys get me?" I ask, sitting up, grinning wide and glancing at a giggling Molly in my doorway.

"We goth you flowerth!" Asia squeals, bouncing up and down on the bed. I laugh lightly and collect the flowers from the three.

"You three are too sweet." I remind them, kissing all of their cheeks before tickling Patrick, causing him to let out the most adorable giggle ever. Just like his father would probably do.

"AWW!" Molly shouts, running in and jumping on my bed to help me tickle the three toddlers.

I lean down and start blowing raspberries on Spencer's neck and belly, making him squeal. While I do that and Molly tickles Patrick, Asia escapes and run out of my bedroom giggling. The phone starts to ring, making me stand up, but it stops quickly. Curious, I walk out of my room, leaving Molly to continue tickling the boys. I smile slightly when I see Asia talking into the phone practically incoherently.

I smile slightly when I see Asia talking into the phone practically incoherently.

"-Then thee wenth thwo bwothersth room and told themth to go to bedth-" She continues before noticing me and running to me, "Mommy! Uncle Thpenther'sth on the phoneth!"
(--Then she went to brothers room and told them to go to bedMommy! Uncle Spencer's on the phone!--)

I smile sweetly at her and take the phone from her hands.

"Hey there Uncle Spencer." I joke into the receiver.

"Well hello to you too, kid!" He laughs lightly, "You baby girl is the cutest thing!" The Panic! Boys know about my triplets, but don't know that Patrick is their father. They think that he's some dead beat that left me when he found out I was pregnant.

"I know, isn't she?" I grin, leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, watching as my triplets start tickling Molly wildly as Patrick sits on her stomach.

"So, loserface, what do you think about us P!AtD boys staying at the Dragonfly for a few weeks to write our new album?"

"First off, I'm not the loserface, Ryan is, as we have previously discussed, and second, of course I want you kiddos to stay at the Dragonfly! You should just call there to make reservations though, you don't have to call my house." I laugh lightly, walking towards the kitchen.

"Well, I would, but no one would answer!" He replies over-dramatically, laughing when one of the other boys makes a remark in the background.

"Ugh, Michael must be ignoring the phones again." I roll my eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

"So, is the first three weeks of June okay?" Brendon asks, obviously taking the phone from Spencer, who's arguing with Brendon in the background.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's perfectly fine for my boys. I just have to remember to pencil you guys in." I laugh lightly.

"Unlike last time when you forgot and there were no rooms left when we got there! We had to sleep on the floor of your apartment!" He replies, putting me on speakerphone so I can hear Spencer, Ryan and Jon's agreements.

"I promise you all that I will pencil in your reservations as soon as I get to the Inn."

"You better!" Ryan threatens jokingly.

"All right boys, I better get going. I have to get ready for work so I can make your reservations!" I tell them, grabbing a banana from the basket of apples and bananas.

"Mmkay," Brendon starts, before the rest of them join in, "Bye Julia!!!" They shout in unison.

"Bye boys." I reply, hanging up and taking a gulp of my water.

"Who was that?" Molly asks, coming out of my room with Asia in her arms and Patrick and Spencer clinging to her light wash jeans.

"The Panic! boys. They're coming back to the Inn for a few weeks to write their new album." I say, starting to peel the banana.

"Uncle'th are coming back?!" Patrick asks happily, bouncing on his heels.

"Yeah, sweetie, they are. You want to see them, right?" I inquire, cutting up the banana for myself.

"Yeah!" The three children and Molly all yell at the same time. I laugh lightly and eat a few pieces of the banana as I gaze at the two boys trying to say their 'uncles' names without their little kid lisps. Which, might I add, are just the cutest things ever.

This is chapter one of my Patrick Stump fanfic, Dreams Don't Sleep.
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I sigh and crawl out of bed quietly as I hear Patrick and Spencer arguing about something in the next room. When I lean against the doorway and clear my throat, the two boys look at me, both of them pouting and holding a separate end of the same Spiderman blanket. Immediately they both start incoherently rambling on what the argument was about. I kneel down to their eye level and pull them both into my arms, giving them tired hugs.

"Boys, I want you to go to sleep, all right? It's three in the morning, you two and mommy all need to go to bed and get some rest, okay?" I tell them softly, pulling the blanket from Spencer's hand and handing it to Patrick, quickly handing a Power Ranger's one to Spencer. They both smile weakly and yawn at the same time, causing me to yawn simultaneously. I pick up Spencer and place him on his bed and tucking him in before doing the same with Patrick. I kiss both of their foreheads and leave the room, heading back to my room where I find Asia sitting on my bed, seemingly waiting for me to return.

"Mommy!" She whines, holding her arms out to me, wanting me to hold her, "I hath a bad dreamth."

"Aww," I coo gently, "Everything is all right now sweetie. Do you want to tell mommy what the dream was?" She nods, sticking out her bottom lip and attaching herself to my neck.

"It wath about daddy and youth, mommy." She says, nearly whispering as she falls into a light sleep in my arms.

This is the third night in a row Asia's had nightmares dreams about her 'daddy'. Unfortunately, she doesn't know her daddy, which usually brings up many questions the next morning. This is also the fourth night in a row I've had to wake up in the middle of the night to stop Patrick and Spencer from arguing over something. Mostly the Spiderman blanket.
Oh, the joys of single parenting triplet three-year-olds.
I manage not to strangle myself thanks to my best friend, Molly, who just so happens to live in this same apartment and be the babysitter for my triplets. Where's their father, you ask? Well, that's kind of a long story.

You see, I've been the manager of this small Inn called the Dragonfly Inn for four years. Since not many people know about it, most of the people that stay there are either passer-byes or (to most people's surprise) celebrity's. We've gotten everyone from Panic! At the Disco to Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt coming here for a week or longer getaway. They come for the 'secrecy' and stay for the entertainment and activities. Since I see all these different celebrities, of course every once in a while one that I actually idolize will come by (though I do love Panic! At the Disco, I'm pretty good friends with them and that's why one of my children's name's is Spencer).

Just over three years ago, exactly that happened. One of my all time favorite bands stayed for three weeks to write their newest album. That band? It was Fall Out Boy. And they were writing From Under The Cork Tree in my Inn. Seems pretty cool, right? Kind of. First off, I made a fool of myself right away by tripping over one of their bags. Then I called them by their full names (Peter, Andrew, and Joseph), which they kind of found weird since they never go by those names. And then I made a fool out of myself again when I asked for an autograph on the first day and accidentally handed them a poster of From First To Last to sign. They thought I was just adorably stupid clumsy and forgetful.

After that, things got better between me and the band, if you can say that. Whenever they wanted someone to show them how to ride the horses or help them pick out something to eat as a midnight snack or even helping them with the lyrics by saying if they suck or not, they always asked for me. They were fun to hang out with, so I never really cared about being called on by them. Not that I would say no to a customer anyway.
There is one thing that three of the boys never found out. Back then, I had the biggest crushes on, well, all of them. But mostly Pete and Patrick. Pete is, well, Pete Wentz. Come on! What's not to like? But Patrick is... cute, funny, sometimes shy, adorable, sweet, slightly a dork, other times just like the other boys (kind of crazy), and he's one of the best singers I know. And he has soft hair. And did I mention that he's adorably cute? Because he is.

I never expected to get too close to the boys. They were busy people, and so was I. But one night, two weeks into their stay, when I was off, they invited me over to watch movies and simply hang out. I agreed, seeing that I might become friends with the boys.

We were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas (of course, its Pete's favorite!) at ten at night. We were all sitting on the floor in front of the TV. I was smashed in the middle between Joe and Patrick. Andy fell asleep half way through the movie, and Joe was continuously stuffing his face with popcorn. Pete wouldn't pull his eyes away from the screen, even if there was a nuclear war happening in the same room. Patrick had his arm around my shoulders and I was snuggled into his chest, humming the songs in the movie.

Something in the movie made me, Patrick and Pete laugh (Joe was too busy stuffing his mouth to laugh). I looked at Patrick and our eyes locked. He pushed pieces of my brown hair out of my eyes using the hand that wasn't around my shoulders. We were staring into each others eyes for what seemed like hours but was really only moments before his lips connected softly and unsurly with mine. At first, I didn't know what was going on, but within seconds I was kissing him back. It lasted almost a minute, but I wanted it to go on forever. His lips were so soft and gentle.

When the two of us broke apart, Pete and Joe were both staring at us with their eyes wide. Joe's hand was halfway to his mouth, popcorn falling piece by piece back into the bowl from his fist. My cheeks burned red and I looked down at the blanket that we were sitting on. Patrick stuttered something and removed his arm from around my shoulders. The four of us sat through the rest of the movie in silence, the only sounds coming from Joe's chewing of kernels.

Almost as soon as the credits started rolling, I was saying a quick goodbye and leaving. What else was I supposed to do? I was afraid nervous unsure.

The next day, Patrick pulled me to the side and apologized at least ten times, even though I told him it was all right. That day and the next few were just amazing. He told me he had developed a crush on me already, even though we only knew each other for two weeks. I said the same. When we were alone we would kiss and act like we were a couple. Around others, we tried to keep it on the down low, although we knew they knew.

The night before Fall Out Boy left my Inn, Patrick and I did something I never thought I would do with him, even if we were a 'couple'. We slept together. Like, 'slept together' slept together. If you still don't get it, I mean we had sex, if that's how you want to put the best three and a half-hours of my life. Yeah, three and a half-hours.

They only called the Inn twice after that to talk to me, and never did Patrick say more than a sentence or two the whole time. I didn't have their phone numbers, so I couldn't call them myself. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. With Patrick's child. Or shall I say children? The triplets are his, but I've never bothered to try and contact Patrick about it. Why should I? I'm doing fine as a single parent.

I have seen them since then, though. I go to their shows every once in a while, but I never try to say hi.