How to avoid falling for a Trohman for dummies

7

Terry

That afternoon, as I was in my room getting ready for tonight's show, I tried my best to forget the moment Joe and I had out there on the side of the road. I tried with all my might to forget the possibility of it ever working out the way Pete saw it. I got into a pair of skinny denims with a flowy white tank top and black knee-high boots, leaving my hair loose and topping it off with silver hoop earrings and a stack of silver bracelets on each arm. My nerves were raw with tension from all the thoughts hounding me; my head was like a train station, bustling with thoughts I didn't want to have.

I left my room to go to the back and have a smoke in an attempt to calm my nerves. Unfortunately, Joe was there. "Oh, I'll just, uhm, come back later."

"Why do I always have to ask you not to leave?"

He patted the seat next to him and handed me a lit cigarette, all gentlemanly. "I have something I want to talk to you about Terry."

My stomach lurched. I could feel nausea and fear overwhelming me to the extent I couldn't talk, I merely nodded. "So, I know you probably don't want to get into it, but we had a moment out there and I felt this really amazing connection to you. I know Ashley hurt you, hell, we've both been hurt. Doesn't mean we have to cut off the possibility of something amazing happening when it just falls into our laps."

I inhaled sharply, "You know, I had quit smoking for six months before I met you."

He looked at me seriously, which, in itself was an oddity. "You're avoiding the subject Terry."

I played with a strand of my hair, "Joe, don't you see that I don't want to fall for you? I have been fine on my own and yeah, so what? I do care more than I should. It doesn't mean I want to, or that I'm going to act on it."

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. "So, you do feel something for me but you won't give me a chance because you don't want to? You're happier being alone than having someone who'd always put your happiness above his own?"

My heart melted. I didn't know he could be so poetic. The bus stopped and I did something extremely out of the ordinary. I cupped Joe's face in my hands and kissed him deeply, with every inch of my soul. "Break a leg Joe. Pain meds are on the counter if you need them."

I made to leave the room but he grabbed my wrist and whipped me back around into his arms, this time cupping my face in the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist, "Terry, you can't just do that and run away."

I kissed his forehead, "We'll talk after the show. Right now, I have to go."

I ran out the back room, pushing past Andy and out the bus to Pete's bus. "Pete! Pete! Where are you?"

Patrick came running out, "Terrencia are you alright?"

I growled at Patrick, "I'm worse now that you know my full name."

Patrick ignored my comment and sat me down on the couch. "What's wrong Terry? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Patrick, I kissed Joe. And he asked me what we were going to do about it and I said we'd talk after the show and now I'm so confused!"

Patrick smiled, "Sweety, just let it happen. I'll suggest Joe takes you on a date or does something for you and you guys can have some time together. Andy can bunk here tonight. Don't be scared, just go with it. I promise it'll be worth it."

And somehow, Patrick's reassurance made a whole world of difference.

Ashley

I had headed into town and bought VIP and Backstage passes for the Fall Out Boy show in hopes I'd get to speak to Terry.

Until I got a notification that she'd been tagged in a tweet. Yes, I had her tweets set as favourites. This bushy haired, jew boy was kissing on my girl? I was not going to sit around and take this.

I got dressed and headed to the arena. There were two buses parked outside it and I saw someone who looked like Terry running from one to the other. I'm glad I had seen that because now I could pick her out even easier than if I didn't know what she was wearing.

I sat through the concert with rage boiling in my veins and finally, it ended, allowing me to go backstage. There, at the meet and greet table, stood jew boy. I walked up to him with a menacing smile on my face. "If it isn't the man putting moves on my fiancé."

He scoffed at me, "She's your ex. You fucked up and she doesn't want you anymore."

I laughed at the guy, "Oh, and you think she wants you?"

This had turned into a game of throwing shit in each other's faces, "Well, I am the one she's been spending all her free time with. You figure it out."

I smiled and walked away, managing to slip past security into the dressing room. I looked in three before coming to one with the name Joe on it, and found Terry sitting on the couch having a smoke. Her eyes went wide with fear when she saw me.

"Hey babe, thought you quit?"

She made for the door but I grabbed her and threw her against the wall, pinning her tiny frame to it. "Are you fucking him Terry?"

"Leave me alone Ashley! Please go! We broke up!"

I slapped her, "You are fucking him, you ungrateful slut!"

I was blind with rage and kept slapping her and slapping her until a huge figure with an impressive beard and a body full of tattoos pulled me off and kicked me around a few times. "Don't ever, fucking come into our house, and beat on Terry, and think you'll get away with it." He punctuated each part of his statement with another kick to my ribs. I was sure there were one or two broken ones.

I lay on the floor and watched as the bearded hulk ran over to Terry and wrapped her in a hug. "Are you okay Ter?"

She sobbed into his chest, "Andy, thank God Andy."