PETE'S POV
My jaw hurts so much from blowing on the saxophone, I've been rehearsing for the concert.
My friends left first including Jeffy, who was going to sing this piece and I've been here all day while he just rehearsed for a while. So annoying!
People in my management didn't let me rest anymore. I rarely went home to the penthouse! Mino is the only excuse I sometimes make so I can go home, it's so unfair.
The concert wasn't that grand and I wasn't careless in my performance, I don't know why they had to hold me like this. Like hello, I also have a life outside.
No matter how much I complain to myself, I can't do anything but maybe I can run away tonight? Even just now, after all, the sequence of our performance is already good.
Well, there's no harm in trying.
There's no one here in the rehearsal studio today, I'll just make excuses when I come back the next day. That's right. There is nothing wrong with it, I really want to go home.
I packed my things and hurried to move because crazy Jeffy might come back even after he was gone for an hour. I'm about to go ballistic because of him. I don't know if he has a problem in his life but he takes me with him.
I ran to the parking lot and got into my car. No opportunity should be wasted.
I went home and lay down to rest. I'll eat later when it's time for Mino to eat. I want to lie in my bed first, I miss it.
I scrolled through my phone and saw my old high school friends having fun at the bar. I sent a message to our dying group chat and asked them where they were and said the name of the bar near the university.
I was going to go but before I could say it, they said that they were about to finish since their friends were already drunk. I just shrugged my shoulders and let them go. It's better to rest now but why am I jealous and want to drink too?
Maybe it's not a bad idea to take a peek at the bar. I'll just greet them and buy wine at the bar itself, after all, they don't run out of expensive wine there. The management often throws parties there so I know the wine there is good because I've tried it and it's proven.
From my penthouse, I went down thirty floors and went to my car again.
Good thing, that there are only a few people in the condominium, and those who live here rarely go out. I don't want too much interaction, even if the people who live here are rich and famous, I'm still not used to socializing.
I drove quickly to the bar, there was no traffic.
I went inside and hid in every nook and cranny until I got to the counter. I ordered two bottles of wine that I wanted and my eyes searched for my friends but I couldn't see them in the crowd. So I just let it go and slowly, I left the bar.
I was walking back to the parking lot when I saw my friend,
"Tay!" I shouted.
"Pete? Oh my god, Pete!" Tay ran to me to hug me.
I hugged him back and asked him what he was doing in the parking lot.
"I plan to go home along with my boyfriend, Time. But it seems that Time's friends have no plans to go home yet, they are still inside so I'm waiting here while smoking," said Tay.
We talked for a few minutes because he didn't have anyone with him at the moment. We just said hello to each other and asked things, how is life and career. Just simple conversations between normal friends.
"Looks like Anakinn was flirting with Porsche, they haven't left the bar until now. We decided to go home a while ago and then look," Tay shook his head and scratched the back of his neck.
"It's good that Porsche will have a love life, lucky is the person who can fold that person around by chance," I said while laughing.
Porsche isn't easy to get along with, he's always hot-tempered and his behavior is hard to understand sometimes.
"They are still in the flirting stage, they just met tonight. Don't rush things, remember, we are handsome."
Don't rush things.. Did I rush things between Vegas and me? Was I that stupid to give myself to him the first night we met?
"How about you, how is your love life?"
I was quiet for a moment and thought deeply. Can I call what happened between me and Vegas- love? What if I'm the only one who loves?
"I already have someone," I answered sparingly.
"Whoa! I won't ask any more questions because it's your love life and you're an artist, you have to be private and careful but always remember that I'm always here when you need someone to talk to. I'm ready to listen when you're ready to open up." Tay wrapped his arms around my shoulder and I smiled at him in a response.
"He's not my boyfriend," I answered truthfully.
"Tay! Babe!" I heard someone call my friend.
"Oh that's Time, wait here.. Uh, I mean.. You don't have to wait because you might be busy. If you want to go home that's fine with me, there's still next time bestie." Tay said to me while smiling awkwardly.
I nodded at him and ruffled his hair. I also wanted to drink when I got home, so I turned around to go to my car.
"Tay! Help me, Vegas and Arm are very drunk. Anakinn has brought Porsche home."
I laughed when I heard that finally, someone was able to bring Porsche to their home. Wait.. Vegas?
I turned to the place where the voice was coming from and saw Tay and his boyfriend struggling to lead two drunk men. The figure of a man was familiar to me and I realized it was Vegas.
I approached them and offered to take Vegas home. I just gave the excuse that his house was close to mine and of course, I said that he is my cat Mino's doctor so I know him.
We got in the car and I was just checking on Vegas.
"I'm not drunk."
"Yeah, I know." I simply answered.
"Stop looking at me, I'm embarrassed," said Vegas.
"I'll take you home. My house to be exact."
"What? No! You're crazy." Vegas widened his eyes and screamed softly in shock.
"And you're crazier. I missed you, Doctor."
"I'm mad like.. freaking mad but I miss you too, babe."
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VegasPete: REEL LIFE VS REAL LIFE (Hiatus)
FanfictionPete, 21 years old and a celebrity. He is famous for acting and is a talented saxophonist. And there is Vegas, an ordinary guy who is a die-hard fanboy of Pete. 📝: Another VegasPete fic. This story is just a figment of my imagination.