We only have two more states left for the U.S. part of the tour, then were going to head to Canada. We would have had three more, but we had to drop a state because of Cheryl's hospital incident. I hate having to do that to the fans, but friends' safety comes first.
Of course the media knows we were in the hospital overnight; but fortunately the headlines were similar to "Fall Out Boy Security Guard Hospitalized Because Of Crazy Fan" instead of Cheryl's real identity. So, luckily, she'll be safe from the media for now.
We aren't doing an entire world tour; were going to save that for next year or the following year, when we should have our next record out and we can put together a Greatest Hits album for all of our post-hiatus music.
So, now the bus is on the way to California, and everyone is completely sick of this tour bus. Cheryl has been in the weirdest of moods since she has a concussion; one minute she's blazing mad and then the next she's all high and fly. I know this is on account of the concussion, but no matter how hard I try to understand women I know I never will.
Pete has been running to fulfill whatever she requests nonstop. I've been trying to tell him that he's rushing too quickly into things again, like with his former girlfriend, Ashlee. He got too attached too fast, and she felt threatened and suffocated, so she dumped him. He was devastated. If he doesn't slow down and give her space soon, I'm afraid the same thing is going to happen again, and I hate seeing him hurt.
"Oh, you fucker," I hear Hailey exclaim. I glance up from my laptop screen to see her and Joe playing on the Xbox. I grin at the sight in front of me: Joe is losing at whatever game they're playing, causing him to sabotage Hailey and mess with the buttons on her controller and shove her sideways so she'll run off the road with her car. She doesn't let him get away with it, though; she'll gladly shove him back even harder.
I quietly chuckle to myself, looking back to GarageBand. I start putting in some guitar riffs when I hear someone shrieking Pete's name. The next thing I know Pete jumps up from his seat on the couch and sprints back to the bunk area to where Cheryl is laying. I sigh, shaking my head.
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*Pete's POV*
"Pete... Pete, where are you? Pete!"
I rush to her bunk, worried that something bad has happened. I finally reach her bunk, ripping the curtain back, prepared to handle whatever is scaring Cheryl.
But she's fast asleep.
I stand there confused for a minute, but then she starts talking and tossing and turning in her sleep. I can't really understand what she's saying, more on the lines of "Please, no" and "Pete, help me!"
I slide into the bunk with her, resting her head on my chest. I gently stroke her hair with my fingers, trying to comfort her through this nightmare. Maybe talking to her in her sleep will change the dream?
"Shhhh, Cheryl, I'm here. Its Pete. I'm here. You're okay. You're gonna be okay," I murmur, wishing her nightmare would end.
"...P-Pete?" Her breathing is still rapid, but its starting to slow and her heartbeat is returning to normal. She's stopped tossing and turning, and instead of shrieking in fear, she's just quietly whimpering.
"I'm here, Cheryl. Its okay. I'm not going to let them hurt you," I keep whispering to her. Finally her heart rate slows to a steady beat, and her breathing has measured out.
I don't dare leave, just in case the sudden emptiness triggers another nightmare. I just lay there, stroking her skin and hair. Sometime I eventually fall asleep too, listening to her heart beat on mine.
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"Pete? Pete, wake up."
I feel someone shaking me, and I open one of my eyes, soon closing it again and groaning. It is too early for this.
"Petey, were here. You've gotta get up." I'm being gently shaken again.
"Noooooo," I groan into my pillow.
"Okay, you've left me no choice," the voice warns. Probably a bluff.
But then all of my oxygen leaves me and a body is bouncing on my back.
"What-" *bounce* "-the-" *bounce* "-hell-!" *bounce*
I try shaking whoever is jumping on my back off of me, but they've wrapped their arms and legs around my body like a freakin' monkey. They laugh, and then I put together in my groggy mind that the monster who is attached to me is Cheryl.
Smirking, I jump up from the bunk, running through the bus as fast as my sleep-invaded muscles will allow, Cheryl holding on for dear life and screaming at me to stop.
"Never!" I yell back, sprinting past Patrick, who's smirking at us.
"Pete! Pete! I'm gonna fall! No, don't jump on Joe's back! Oh, come on!"
Joe was bending over and tying his shoe, so I saw the perfect opportunity to jump onto his back, screaming, "Jewish Jesus let's go!"
"What the fuck, dude?" He screams, almost falling over from the sudden weight on his back.
"No! Jewish Jesus doesn't curse! You don't do that!" I scream childishly, smacking at his face and running my hands through his hair. Meanwhile, Cheryl is gripping onto me in a death grip, probably because I'm jumping around quite a bit.
Joe starts to run, but all of the weight of three people pulls him backwards, all of us tumbling backwards and falling in a heap on the ground.
"That didn't work out for ya, Peteycakes, now did it?" Joe asks smugly, sprawling over my body, elbowing me right in the vagina miner.
I cry out in utter pain, shoving him off of me on impulse, sending him colliding into Andy, who's sitting on the couch. Or was. Now all of us are on the floor except for Patrick, who walks in from the kitchen, takes one look at us and just says, "I don't even wanna know. But get your jackasses up so we can get this show on the road," and walks off the bus.
And with that, all of us groaning, manage to get up and off the bus in one physical piece. Mentally is another story.
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The Opportunity of a Lifetime
FanfictionHailey and Cheryl are best friends. The main thing they have in common is their love for Fall Out Boy. They get to go to one of their concerts, which is really fun in itself, but they get more than they bargained for...