I'm Sorry Every Song's About You

Chapter 6

(basically everyone is so gay except patrick and joe, i feel bad for them tbh)

Gerard was wrong. He was so fucking wrong. It turned out that I did sit next to Pete. I sat right next to him in fact, his body uncomfortably squished close to mine.

The van that we were using was owned by one of Frank's old bandmates from when he was in Pencey Prep. The van consisted of three rows of seats. Two in the front, three in the middle, and three in the back. The trunk wasn't that big, but it was empty and could store most of their luggage.

Gerard, Frank, Joe, and Pete all agreed to alternate driving in shifts. Each drove for five hours before stopping at a rest stop to switch.

For the very first five hours of the trip, I sat in the back with Patrick and Pete while Ryan, Brendon, and Joe sat in the middle row of seats. Gerard was driving, and Frank sat in the passenger seat, legs resting on the dashboard.

We all brought various CDs and at the moment, Blink 182 was playing softly in the background. It was still only 9:30 in the morning, so half of us were drifting off. My grumpy mood worsened when Pete struggled to slightly turn to face me.

"Hey," he whispered softly, hot breath hitting my face, "how excited are you?" He smiled and his eyes shone with longing. My eyes flicked to his lips snd back up again. Fuck this stupid bastard.

"Super," I replied, turning away and watching the snowy trees past out the window. I heard Pete huff a breath, and turn to Patrick instead.

"I'm excited to be going to Chicago? Are you?" I heard Pete asked softly. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes!" Patrick whispered, bouncing in his seat a little, "I can't wait to see the city again. I miss it."

"You've been to Chicago before?" I looked over at him and Pete smirked at me for getting my attention. I ignored him.

"Yea, I used to live there," Patrick answered, smiling broadly.

"That's cool," I replied, and I watched Pete out of the corner of my eye. In front of us, Ryan let out an exasperated sigh.

"It would be really awesome if you two could stop with the whole I-totally-want-to-fuck-you-but-I'm-too-stubborn-attitude and get on with it," he announced loudly, looking at Pete and I and throwing his hands up in frustration. Beside me, Pete spluttered and I felt my face turn comically red.

"Ry!" Brendon hissed, smacking his arm and Joe snickered beside them.

"B, this is ridiculous! I'm not driving all the way to Chicago with all this sexual tension!" Ryan replied and Pete flushed.

"We-it's not-we don't- we don't have any sexual tension!" I stuttered and watched Ryan roll his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mikes!" Gerard called from the driver's seat, and Frank laughed. I scowled.

"C'mon you guys," Patrick chided, "quit teasing them."

"We wouldn't have have to tease them if Pete would just put his dick in Mikey's ass for crying out loud."

"Ryan!"

In that moment, I reached a reasonable conclusion. Ryan Ross was a fucking asshole. He grinned like a cheshire cat, and I wanted to smack the look right off his face.

"I'm uncomfortable!" Gerard announced from the front seat, turning into a exit.

"Why are we getting off the expressway?" Joe asked, afro swaying.

"Frank has to pee," Gerard answered nonchalantly.

"Frank's asleep," Brendon pointed out, peaking over to look at the passenger seat. Gerard let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, he told me he had to. I really hope he didn't piss himself," he replied, glancing over at Frank fondly and shaking his head.

"So since he's asleep, can I ask if it's okay for me to assume you're fucking Frank?" Ryan asked abruptly and Gerard's eyes widened and he swerved the steering wheel slightly.

"Oh my God," Patrick muttered and I lost it, laughing uncontrollably, glad the attention was off me. Pete sniggered next to me.

"Oh shit! He wishes!" I shouted gleefully and my brother's lips quivered, face turning a horribly dark shade of red.

"Ryan, I swear to fucking God if you don't behave-" Brendon started and his boyfriend smirked, waggling his eyebrows. "You know what I mean, you ass!" Brendon elbowed Ryan, scrunching up his nose.

"You're cute," Ryan said simply, grabbing Brendon's face and kissing him. The whole car groaned in unison.
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After a quick pitstop, we were back on the road. Joe voluntarily drove for the next five hours and Gerard took his spot in the middle row. The car ride itself was uneventful and I was bored. It didn't help that Pete was titling his head back and drifting off with a wide open mouth. I licked my dry lips and Patrick caught me staring.

He grinned at me and I scowled, turning away. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared out the window. In front of me, Gerard was leaning against the door, snoring softly. Brendon had Ryan sleeping on his shoulder, playing with his hair.

It was now 2pm and I could hear Queen playing, courtesy of Gerard. Frank was still fast asleep and Patrick was scribbling fiercely on a sheet of paper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I peeked over and saw the words "CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO" scratched at the top in all caps and bold lettering, underlined twice.

"What's that?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow while trying to read the words underneath. Patrick jerked the paper away from my line of sight, struggling to shove it back into his backpack that lay at his feet.

"It's nothing!" He stammered, embarrassment written all over his features.

"Is it a song?" I inquired excitedly and Patrick sagged his shoulders in defeat. He took out the crinkled paper, thrusting it in my direction.

My eyes scanned over the page and I nodded, impressed. Patrick scratched the back of his head, pursing his lips.

"It's not much, and I'll probably have Pete edit it. It's only the first verse and chorus," he added. I handed the paper back over to him, smiling.

"It's good," I replied.

"Pete's better with words," he sighed again. I rolled my eyes, punching his leg. "Ow!" he squeaked, glaring at me, "The hell was that for?"

"You're awesome, Patrick, that's why. You don't give yourself enough credit," I answered, shaking my head. He just picked at the hole in the knee of his jeans.

"I don't feel awesome," he said in a quiet voice.

"Don't start that shit, Pat," Pete mumbled tiredly, opening his eyelids slowly. He turned his head to look at Patrick with glazed, somewhat stern eyes.

"I can't help it," Patrick frowned, and Pete squinted his eyes.

"Patrick, promise me to always remember you are talented and you are cute and you can crush people with your voice-" Pete paused, mouth forming a little "o". "Shit," he gasped softly, "that's an awesome line."

"I don't think that's honestly the best line ever," I admitted, and Pete rolled his eyes.

"Not everything I said," he said to me, "just the last bit." I quirked an eyebrow. He continued, "You can crush people with your voice- gimme that paper, Pat."

Patrick blushed and reluctantly obeyed, and Pete grinned as soon as he saw the song title.

"Oh my God, you're adorable, Pat. This is actually really good," he smiled and I felt a smidgen of jealousy. Yeah, of course Patrick was adorable, but what about me?

"Thanks," Patrick replied with a tiny, proud grin. I huffed.

"Yes, Mikey. You're cute, too," Pete whispered to me, nudging my shoulder. My lips tugged upwards.