The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 27 (Brendon's POV)

Cheryl and Hailey are really some interesting girls.

I've only known them for two days but I've already grown pretty fond of them. I am curious as to how they got to know the band in the first place.

"So, how did you guys meet?" I finally ask, gesturing in between the band and the girls.

Pete speaks up. "Let's just say they ran into us after a show," he explains, the rest of them chuckling. "Love at first sight between Patty and Hailey, huh?"

My eyes widen. They're together? I don't know how I didn't notice that. I look at both of them (who are sitting together with hands interlocked, you dumbfuck, Brendon) and they grin at each other, pecking each other on the lips. I feel my eyes crinkle in a smile.

"I'm happy for you guys," I say, the rest of Panic! nodding in agreement.

I hear the toilet flush, and Joe comes stumbling out, and as he walks by the couch that Pete, Patrick, and the girls are sitting in, Pete burts out laughing.

"YOU STUPID FUCK YOU HAVE TOILET PAPER STUCK TO YOUR PANTS!" Pete yells in between hysterical laughter.

That makes everyone else start dying, but it doesn't really seem to faze Joe. With a scary calm expression on his face, he pulls the paper out of his pants, wraps it around his hand, puts it down his pants and wipes his ass I'm assuming, and with a devious smirk he whips it out and chucks it at Pete's face.

Pete spasmodically smacks the toilet paper off of his body, yelling "EW EW EW EW" like a little girl. Everyone laughs, and I find it extremely funny, falling off of my chair and cackling to the point of not being able to catch my breath.

"It wasn't that funny." Pete scowls at me.

"Oh, yes it was, Peter."

He just frowns at me and flicks me off, and I smirk smugly, making myself comfortable on the floor.

Of course that was a terrible decision, because I suddenly feel a back breaking weight on my body. I twist my head around and see Dallon grinning down at me, laying on my back.

"Come on, get the hell off," I groan.

"Nope."

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?"

"What's that supposed to- OOMPH!"

Before he could finish, I threw Dallon off my back and he fell to the ground with a satisfying thud.

"I was calling you a dog, that's what that's supposed to mean," I explain, propping my elbows on Dallon's chest and grinning at him.

"Okay, would you like your own room? You'll be fucking in a minute." I look up to see Joe sticking one of his fingers into his other hand, shaped like an "o". I just roll my eyes.

"Brallon is real!" Cheryl says, making me groan and drop my head on Dallon, causing him to sharply exhale.

"Its okay, babe, they should know the truth," Dallon coos, running his fingers through my hair. I violently smack his hand away.

"We are not together," I groan, muffled from Dallon's shirt.

"Mmhmm," everyone hums, disbelieving.

Now I have this stupid ship to deal with. Great.

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Since we have nothing to do, we've basically camped out in the hotel, all of us piling in one room and watching movie marathons. I've weirdly noticed that Pete always sat beside Patrick, occasionally leaning into him. I may be looking into it too much, but is it possible he's crushing on him? I'll ask him about that later.

"Oh, wait," Andy starts.

"What-" Kenneth starts, but before he's able to get it all out, a nice, very, very close shot of some guy's dick pops up on the screen, all of us jumping at the sight.

We all look at Andy, who brought the movie in.

"What kind of kinky shit are you into?" Daniel asks incredulously.

"Yeah, I kind of forgot to mention that was in this movie..." He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

"That reminds me of a story," I boldly start, earning some groans from the guys. "No, no, its a good one this time, trust me!"

"That's what you say every time," Dallon retorts, rolling his eyes.

Ignoring him, I continue. "Remember that glorious time when Pete's dick pics got leaked?"

"Oh, no, not that story, any story but that," Pete interjects, burying his face in his hands.

"No, no, I wanna hear it," Cheryl smirks, leaning forward and listening to me intently.

"Thank you, young lady. Anyway, as I was saying, some dick got into another dick's phone and leaked another dick onto a dick sharing site. I mean, I saw it, and its not a bad dick. Let's be real here. Some dicks are-"

"OKAY, BRENDON, THATS ENOUGH!"

"Touchy, are we, Petey?"

"I don't want to talk about my penis, thank you!"

"Who doesn't want to talk about their penis? I have a penis. His name is Johnny LaPew." I love annoying this kid.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?"

I tap my finger against my chin. "Well, I have several mental incapacities, as well as an addiction to talking about genitalia, annoying the short man called Peter, and many many other things you probably don't want to hear about."

He throws his hands out in exasperation. Everyone seems to be enjoying this conversation. But him, of course. "I didn't want to hear about anything you've said in the past hour!"

"Well I guess you're in for a rollercoaster for the next couple days, huh?"

He just groans and let's his head drop onto Patrick's shoulder. I'm going to have so much fun with this.