The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 19 (Pete's POV)

"Peter! Get off of me!"

Those are the desperate pleas of my buddy Joseph. At the moment he's laying on his stomach, my body sprawled over his back. Usually, I'm the victim, but I finally found the opportunity to get him back. He'll never watch YouTube from his phone on the floor again, I'm sure.

"Can't... *wheeze* breathe... *wheeze*"

"That's the point, Joey," I explain, resting my chin on his head, spasmodically petting his face.

There's a short moment of silence, and I realize the bathroom has been oddly quiet for the past five minutes. We were hearing quiet muttering from Patrick and Hailey's conversation.

We all glance at each other, and I jump up from Joe's body, a sharp intake of breathe emanating from him.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I yell.

"Good luck, dear friend," Andy calls to me. I blow him a kiss and wave lovingly at Joe. Cheryl is trying her hardest not to laugh.

On with my mission. I creep up to the bathroom door, tactfully leaning my ear up to the door. Why do I feel like I'm falling?

"Oomph!" My body hits the bathroom floor. The door wasn't closed all the way. Stupid fuck.

I glance upward and see Patrick jumping away from Hailey, both of them blushing like mad. Ohmygod! Did they...?

I jump up from the ground, almost losing my balance again. Patrick rushes over to me, supporting my shoulder. A huge inevitable grin spreads across my face.

"Oh no," Patrick murmurs. "He's gonna start fangirling," he explains to Hailey.

Sure enough, I start bouncing on my heels, giggling like a teenage girl. I find myself running out of the bathroom, ignoring Patrick's calls.

"Pailey is real! Pailey is real, guys!" I frantically screech, running from one person to the other, smacking them, as if that will get the message into their heads faster.

"Do you fucking hear me?" I scream in Joe's face. He shrieks, smacking me on the face on instinct. Being in major fangirl mode, I completely ignore it, making my way to the next person.

"Pailey... Is... Real," I whisper directly into Cheryl's ear, who pulls back, glaring at me, muttering, "Oh my god."

Then I run to Andy, jumping straight into his lap, jumping up and down like a puppy waiting for his treat.

"Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat? Pailey's real!"

I don't even wait for his response. I jump off of him, running to the middle of the room. Everyone is staring at me like I need to be admitted into an insane asylum. By this time, Patrick and Hailey had also ran in to see what I was screaming about.

Screaming. I gotta scream.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

That catches everyone's attention.

"What the fuck was that, dude?" Joe screams back, exasperated.

"Did you not fucking hear me the first time? PATRICK KISSED HAILEY!"

I stand there, watching realization hit all of their faces.

"Took ya long enough," I mutter, rolling my eyes.

"Awwwwww," Joe and Andy both coo in unison, looking at each other and laughing. Cheryl jumps up like I did, sprinting to Hailey and ramming into her, bear hugging her.

"Whoa! Dude, its not like I'm pregnant or anything," Hailey laughs.

"Yet," Joe yells, making Patrick blush even more than he already was.

"We should totally celebrate! This is our last day before the tour starts again, so we should make the most of it," I suggest.

Everyone seems to like the idea, so we all scatter to get ready.

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An hour or so later, all of us reunite, looking quite fetching, I must say. I shake my head, smirking to myself. Cheryl's British terms are rubbing off on me.

Joe wolf whistles when Cheryl and Hailey walk out. Cheryl flicks him off, Hailey rolling her eyes. Patrick smiles adoringly at his new girlfriend, complimenting her, giving Hailey her turn to become a blushing mess. I can't keep my eyes off of Cheryl, who is quite dressed up for someone who hates dresses. The black backless skater dress fits her perfectly, and her purple hair never looked so striking.

"Close your mouth, Pete," she jokes, chuckling.

"You're... You look beautiful," I brilliantly say. She looks down at her feet, smiling slightly.

We glance back, seeing Patrick's arm around Hailey's waist. They're both smiling knowingly at us. Joe winks at me, and Andy makes a clicking noise with his tongue.

My god.

Cheryl rolls her eyes at the bunch, walking towards the door of the bus. I glance at the bus driver in time to see him staring lustfully at Cheryl. Anger washes through me, driving me forward. I restrain myself from going off on the driver, wrapping my arm around Cheryl's waist instead. She looks at me for a second, slightly confused, but goes along with it.

We walk in the restaurant, looking around in awe at the appearance of the place. Very sophisticated. Good thing we dressed up a little.

The waitress takes us to our table. My arm has never left Cheryl's waist, and she doesn't seem to mind. All of us sit down at the table the waitress brings us to, Cheryl across from me and Patrick beside me. Hailey is of course beside Cheryl and across from Patrick, Andy and Joe sat on either sides of us.

"Here you are. If you need anything, please ask me. My name is Brook, and I'll be your waitress today. What would you guys like to drink?"

Everyone recites their orders, and Brook smiles at us, walking away. I noticed Joe seemed to develop a liking for that girl, but I decided to leave him be about it.

Everyone talks amongst themselves, and I glance up at Cheryl, who's chatting away with Hailey about God knows what. The soft yellow glow that the delicate chandeliers give off form a hint of a halo around her hair. Her brown eyes look stunning with the perfect amount of makeup, complimenting her facial features flawlessly. I know, I seem to be quite obsessed, but what I'm trying to say is, Cheryl looks absolutely beautiful.

She glances at me, looking at me weirdly.

"What?" she asks, grinning at me.

I lean across the table, staring intently into her eyes.

"I just wanted to tell you that no matter what anybody says, you are absolutely gorgeous, and I wanted you to hear it from me," I murmur, gazing into her eyes.

She watches me for a few moments, her gaze flickering from one of my eyes to the other. At first, I regret saying what I did, because Cheryl hates compliments, but then I feel a warm hand intertwine with mine under the table, squeezing slightly. And that was all I needed.