"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

My Heart Is A Grenade (Varying POVs)

(Pete's POV)

"Are you ready?" Meagan asked, zipping the last of her clothes in her suitcase.

"Yeah, I think so," I said, popping the handle on my suitcase up. "I'll grab Saint. Can you grab the baby bag, then Bronx's suitcase?"

She nodded, then I wheeled my suitcase out of our room and down the hallway, stopping at Saint's room. I leaned over his crib, gently picking him up, smiling at him as he grabbed my arm with his small hands. I put him over my shoulder, then grabbed my suitcase again and headed for the door. 

"Bronx, you ready, buddy?" I asked as I walked into the living room, seeing Bronx sitting on the couch, playing with his DS.

He nodded, then I asked him to go help Meagan with some things, while I got Saint situated in the vehicle. I leaned my suitcase against the vehicle while I gently set Saint in his carseat. I buckled him in, then gently closed the door. I opened the tailgate and put my suitcase in the back, leaving it open for Meagan and Bronx. I hopped into the driver's seat, turning around and keeping Saint occupied until the two of them came out of the house.

Once they did, they loaded everything in the back, then Meagan closed it. She helped Bronx into the vehicle, then hopped into the passenger seat. I drove off down the road soon after, heading towards the airport. We decided to fly to Chicago instead of drive, considering we lived in LA. Besides, we thought flying with Bronx and Saint would be better for all of us, anyway, so we wouldn't have to deal with stopping whenever Saint cried or whenever we had to use the bathroom.

Soon enough, we arrived at the airport. Bronx got out, as did Meagan and I, and we grabbed our things out of the back. Meagan went around and grabbed Saint in his carseat this time, then we headed inside the airport. We sent our luggage off, since it was too big to be carried on, then headed to our gate.

Bronx ran straight to the gate, instantly talking to the lady behind the desk. It made Meagan and I laugh. Once we caught up to him, we gave the lady our tickets. She told us to have a safe flight, then we boarded our one forty-five plane to Chicago.

(Andy's POV)

"Well, goodbye - again," I said, hugging Mixon and the rest of the FC guys.

"Hope you guys get there safely, and please, call us once you are there," Mixon said.

"We will, don't worry," I said.

"Good, now I'll help you guys get your stuff in the vehicle," he said, grabbing a couple bags.

Joe and I followed him outside, our suitcases rolling behind us. The three of us loaded everything into the back, then hugged Mixon again. We hopped inside the vehicle, then waved to everyone as we drove off, heading for Chicago, which was only three, maybe four hours away. Nothing we couldn't accomplish. 

"Want to stop for breakfast before we get on the highway?" I asked, glancing at Joe.

"If you want," he shrugged.

I sighed, glancing back at the road. I can't say that dealing with Joe since we got home has been difficult, even though it has, but I know I shouldn't say that because I can't blame him for everything he's been through. He's barely talked for the past week, barely eaten, and he's barely come out of our room. I don't know what to do, I'm at a loss with him. That's why I agreed to come by Patrick and Elisa so quickly; in the hopes that doing group therapy would have an effect on Joe, at least in some way.

I took Joe's 'if you want' as a no, so I got on the highway; a straight-shot to Chicago. I'd glance over at Joe every once in a while, just to see how he was doing. I'd ask him if he was alright, too, and he'd just nod or shrug. He eventually reached over the center console and grabbed my hand, squeezing it slightly. I rubbed circles on his hand with my thumb, giving a little squeeze here and there.