The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 39 (Patrick's POV)

"What I want, my dear friend, is Patrick."

Well shit.

After a short period of debating, I stand up. I'm not betraying my friend, so might as well see what Allie wants from me.

"No. Patrick, sit down," Cheryl demands, her voice a lot stronger than it was ten minutes ago. I don't sit down, but I don't move any closer to Allie, either. I watch their faces closely for any signs of a war about to break out.

"Excuse me?" Allie asks, surprised.

"You heard me, dumbass. I'm not giving Patrick up from blackmail. I'm not giving anyone up for anything. Now, if you don't mind, of course, you could take your nosy ass off this tour bus. We were kind of in the middle of a conversation," Cheryl quips, gesturing in between all of us.

Allie looks at all of us. Calmly. Her lips turn up in a smile. Then she nods in understanding.

"Of course, what on earth is wrong with me? I shouldn't have intruded. I just saw the door was open, and I thought anyone could just walk in and take whatever they want. But we all know we don't always get what we want. Just know that this will be an exception. I always get what I want. See you all around. Goodbye, Patrick."

Allie walks off the bus, leaving me standing frozen in my spot, staring perplexedly at the empty doorway that once was filled with that psychotic girl I used to love.

Why does she want me so bad? She was the one that fucked everything up when we were together way-back-when. We were young and dumb, (I still am, actually) the band was just starting to get big. She soaked up the spotlight like a sponge. The paparazzi and interviewers still know who she is. She can easily walk right up to them and give them a shit story about us and they'll believe the whole thing. That's obviously exactly what we need.

"Way to go, Trohman," Pete says, shoving Joe.

"What?" Joe asks exasperatedly.

"You left the fucking door open, you idiot!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I was distracted by our best friend whom we haven't seen for weeks!"

That shuts Pete up. We all know he's soft whenever the topic of Cheryl comes up.

I finally find feeling in my legs, and I walk to the door, slamming it shut.

"Haven't you ever heard of closing the goddamn door?" Cheryl asks, almost back to her old self.

Joe groans, falling back on the couch he was perching on.

"I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I'm a fuck up."

I see Hailey get this huge grin on her face, and I'm sure Joe immediately regrets saying that for whatever reason Hailey is smiling like that.

"I'm sorry I'm a fuck up. I can't do nothin' right, I'm sorry I'm a fuck up. It ain't no one's fault but mine," Hailey sings, gaining a bunch of confused expressions from everyone. She rolls her eyes. "Have you not heard of Shane Dawson?"

"Don't even get Andy started on Shane Dawson," Pete says, nudging Andy and giving him his eye-crinkle grin.

"Isn't he awesome?" Hailey asks. She's never been so wrong.

"No! Oh my god, he's a fucktard," Andy shrieks.

"Well, someone is a spoil sport," Hailey mutters, making me laugh.

"Nice insult," I say while Hailey glares at me.

"Um, aren't we forgetting the matter at hand?" Joe asks impatiently. He's never serious, and when he is he means business, so everyone loses their grins and shuts up.

"She's planning something," I say after a couple minutes of silence. Everyone looks at me, making me want to shrink into the chair I'm sitting in.

"You know her most out of all of us, what do you think she's capable of?" Hailey asks.

"A lot. She'll stop at nothing to get what she wants. That's why I broke up with her. She was starting to tear the band apart when Folie à Deux came out; we even took a small break because of it. (A/N: Since they're several years younger than real life, they never took a three year hiatus. They just stopped making music for a while) We've never heard anything from her until now. I don't understand why she's suddenly so obsessed with me. There's not much to like about me-" I start, but Hailey interrupts me.

"Oh, no, there are tons of reasons for people to love you. I, for one, like everything about you," she says, walking over to me and sitting in my lap, ruffling my blue hair, "so don't ever say you're not likeable."

"Awwwwwwww-" Joe starts to coo, but Pete shoves him off the couch they were sharing.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"Shhhh, golden Pailey moments," Pete whispers obviously. I just roll my eyes.

"Anyways, as I was saying, we shouldn't underestimate her. She'll do anything. She's worse than she was before, I can see it. She's went to extremes before, but who knows how far she'll go now. Just... be on the lookout."

Everyone nods.

"Shouldn't we tell someone?" Andy asks.

Pete shakes his head. "There's nothing anyone can do, not without proof. Which we don't have. We can't just go against her and kidnap her or something stupid, because then it'll be turned around on us. We'll just have to wait until we know something is going to happen before we can do anything about it."

Its quiet for a moment, until Cheryl speaks up. "Well, that sucks."

"Incredibly." Andy sighs.