Accepted (Peterick)

Tour Bus Blues And An Arms Race (part one)

The next day, we were back on the tour bus. We were kicked out of the only hotel in town because Joe wanted to light fireworks from the roof.

Pete and I were in my bunk cuddling, me laying slightly on top of him. The day went by fast.

"Stupid Joe." I mumbled.

Pete laughed. "No, I like being in small places with you."

I smiled softly at him. "Why's that?"

"Are the guys on the bus?" Pete whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, why?"

"Damn. I'm getting horny from being pressed so close to you."

I lightly slapped his arm. "Pete.."

"I can't believe you haven't felt it yet."

I laughed into his shoulder. Suddenly, I was aware that he had a hard situation.

"Seriously, put your hand down my pants and help me," he smiled.

Was he.. Bringing up what I did onstage?

He must have seen my change of mood. "Patrick, I didn't mean to.." He didn't know how to finish.

"Just, stop talking about it."

"I don't see why you're so embarrassed by it, Patrick. I mean, I get turned on every time I think of it."

I got up out of the bunk. "I'm going to take a walk."

"Patrick," he got up too.

"No, Pete. I need some space."

Andy and Joe looked at me oddly as I got off the bus. I just headed in no particular direction and eventually, I was in some park.

I looked around in the dark. No one was near. I started singing softly to myself.

I felt like I was in some musical. I jumped onto a park bench and dramatically sang like I was. I danced and jumped around. Suddenly, I couldn't stop laughing. I'm such a dork. Thank goodness the guys weren't around to see my spontaneous musical number.

After I calmed down a bit, the silence became a little depressing. I hummed quietly and danced/walked around on the sidewalk. I saw a light pole and swung around it.

Sighing, I stopped making so much noise and walked normally. It felt good to get away from the guys. From Pete. Why did it feel good to get away from Pete?

Maybe I just felt good about getting away from him right now, not necessarily forever. I mean, he's such a cutie but he doesn't think before he speaks. Sometimes that's a good thing, I guess.

"Hey!"

I stopped and looked up. There was a man standing in front of me with a gun pointed at me. I froze. Holy smokes....

"Give me your wallet." He said commanding.

I nodded quickly and reached into my back pocket. I hesitantly handed it to him.

He snatched it and stuffed it in his back pocket. "Uh, empty your pockets."

He sounded like this is his first time mugging someone. I emptied my pockets. My phone, some gum and a few coins. He held his hand out and I gave it all to him.

He set my phone on the ground and stomped on it. If my life wasn't in danger, I'd have complained loudly.

"Your jacket pockets too."

No. I couldn't let him take it. I kept a small notebook inside my jacket and it meant everything to me. Someday, I was going to give it to Pete.

He made a point of waving the gun in front of me. Reluctantly, I took it out.

"Please, let me keep-"

"Hand it over!"

I could feel my eyes tearing up as he demanded my most prized possession. Something that Pete will never set his eyes on. Something that was only supposed to be for him.

"Please sir.."

He looked nervous and aimed his gun at me again.

"Oh, God!" I held my hands in front of me. I was shaking hard.

"Shut up!"

"Please, just let me keep my notebook..."

BANG!