The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 5 (Cheryl's POV)

"Umm... Let's... continue on our journey?"

Hailey turns away from me and tugs on my arm, my gaze still on the formerly unconscious girl, when her grip on my wrist suddenly ceases. I look in Hailey's direction, about to ask why she stopped, but as soon as my eyes settle on the cause of our pit stop my jaw drops so far its probably somewhere in China.

Dumbass over here just ran into the one and only Patrick Stump.

Oh no. Hailey is staring quite awkwardly at him... I gotta save this situation. I can't think of anything else to say, so I just blurt out my usual, "Hailey, you dumbfuck!"

Hailey's gaze tears from Patrick's concerned eyes to my amused ones, glaring at me with an expression that clearly says "fuck you." Patrick just laughs, all genuinely full of marshmallows and sunshine.

I smirk at Hailey, who's turned a dark shade of scarlet. I glance at Patrick and see he's staring at her, pure admiration written all over his face. I'll make sure to humiliate Hailey about that later.

"Umm... I-I'm sorry I ran into you, Mr. Stump," Hailey stutters. I've never seen her so flustered before. I love it.

"Call me Patrick," he replies, smiling at her, "and its no problem. I'm way more of a klutz than you are."

"I can beg to differ," Hailey smirks, beginning to warm up to him.

Right on cue, Fall Out Boy's lead guitarist hops up as his usual rambunctious self, tripping on his shoe tie of his wing-tipped boots and falls flat on his face. Patrick bursts out laughing, stomping his right foot, causing Hailey and I to laugh.

"Actually, I think Joe is more of a klutz than you and I put together," Patrick chokes out after he starts to regain his composure.

"Hey, fuck off, at least I didn't drop the mic during our Save Rock And Roll tour," Joe fires back, crossing his arms smugly.

Raising his eyebrows, Patrick simply says, "Party at Brendon's last year."

Curious, I pipe in, asking, "What happened last-"

"WE NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT!" Joe interrupts, a pout making its way onto my face.

Right about then, their drummer, Andy, soon walks up, and their bassist and my favorite band member, Pete Wentz, emerges from behind him. My face drains of all its color, and Hailey notices my sudden discomposition, smiling evilly at me.

Oh no.

"I have a question," Hailey starts, probably planning to ruin my life.

"Fire away," Patrick replies.

"Can my friend Cheryl over there get a kiss from Pete? She's been nagging on and on about it the whole concert. She practically wants inside his pants." She glances back at me, winking maliciously.

Oh, hell no.

I walk up to Hailey in two swift strides, slapping her on the arm as hard as I possibly can, my face burning in humiliation.

"I did not say that."

I glance at Pete, who's smirking, but also has a pink tint to his cheeks.

"Oh, come on, you know you want it," Pete says in mock seduction, sauntering over to me with his lips puckered, to my horror. As he leans down dangerously close to my lips, I duck out of the way just in time, causing Mr. Cocky to fall forward on the floor where my body would have been.

"OOOOOH, REJECTED!" Joe screams, high fiving Andy. I lean down to help a surprised Pete up, but not before I glare holes into Hailey's smug little smirking face. I'd love to punch that smirk right off of it.

After apologizing to Pete, we all start talking casually, Hailey and I frequently making the members of Fall Out Boy laugh until tears come out of their eyes. We just have that effect on people, ya know. We must have been talking forever, because after glancing around, I realized that hundreds of fans are waiting impatiently to get their creepy bras and underwear signed, glaring enviously at us. It only makes me laugh. Soon Pete realizes that too, and I see him whispering to Patrick about something I can't make out.

"So, uh, we kind of have a mob to tend to," Pete starts, gesturing towards the crazed fans, "but you guys are cool, and we wanted to give you these." He pulls out two VIP passes and hands them to us.

"You know, to visit us later on the bus. We want to talk to you guys more. You're quite interesting," Patrick adds.

They all nod and wave to us, making their way toward the crowd. I look at Hailey, who's eyes are wide and unblinking. I smack her, and she looks at me, and I can sense she's about to fangirl. Since my fangirl sensors are so sharp, I'm not even surprised when she grips my arm in a death grip and tries unsuccessfully not to scream as loud as she can.

"Goddamnit," I mutter, holding my ears, "you've got a mouth on ya."

"Why are you so calm about this?" Hailey looks at me incredulously.

Wait. Wait. We just got invited to hang out with Fall Out Boy on their tour bus. Is this for real?

"There it is," Hailey chuckles, nodding at my shocked face.

Were going to hang out with Fall Out Boy.