Peterick/trohley oneshots

Sandwiches

Trigger Warning for eating mentions, and not really taking care of oneself. Stay safe my lovelies <333

The van was cramped and hot. Andy hadn't helped bring the amps, and the guitars, because he wasn't feeling too well, so they were on his bed. He had to manipulate himself around them, trying desperately not to wake anyone up. He's sick and hungry. 

They hadn't stopped at a place that served anything vegan, other than fries and the occasional bit of fruit - and there was no way he was eating meat, no sir. No one seemed to notice - and if they did, which he didn't believe, they didn't care - that he wasn't faring well. It was always Patrick this, or Pete that, or even Joe this, but never andy that. Andy was replaceable right now, he couldn't mess this up at all. 

He's sat, while the others lay asleep. He can't sleep in the van, he can't sleep with the amount of room he's been given. The amp is pressed right against his leg, joe's guitar against his arm. His stomach hurts. He needed a better meal than the fries he had been living on, but that wasn't possible. 

And he's not about to make a scene, in front of his boyfriend and his friends. 

The morning felt like a daze. They stopped at Mcdonalds for breakfast, but the breakfast menu isn't diverse, and he can't have the pancakes because they include milk, so, he went hungry. Again. Lunch was no better, but he got some fries this time. He had no energy by the time they were supposed to perform,  but he tried. He put all the energy he had into drumming. 

It got to a point where he couldn't carry on, and the drumming slowly stopped. Not that anyone noticed. 

Anyone excluding Joe, of course, Joe noticed. Joe noticed as soon as the drums he always listened out for stopped, as soon as the smiles from his boyfriend stopped a few days ago was when he started catching on. He had started keeping a diary of Andy's eating habits, and it was concerning how many skipped meals, or potato products were on his list. He noticed when Andy started to complain that he felt ill. It had been a week. 

Guilt crept up Joe's spine. He needs to help Andy out.

The next time they stopped to piss at a gas station, Andy stayed behind. He didn't look, or feel, good. Joe headed inside, to pick out some bread (which he made SURE had that vegan mark andy had shown him a few times), and some jelly, and peanut butter. He was going to make sure andy ate something with some sort of nutrition. 

He basically shoved it at Andy when the drummer woke up, and Andy wasn't about to refuse something that Joe, while it was simple, clearly had thought about. Joe had thought about him. 

He didn't feel as sick the next day. He was living on sandwiches, though, but Joe made them differently as much as he could, which warmed andy's heart. 

The two really do care for eachother.