There's No Place Like Your Arms{Peterick fan fic}

Chapter 1

I paced around the tour bus thinking "How could they do this to him? Don't they know how much of a great guy he is?"

My friend Pete was in his bunk with his curtain closed. I could hear his faint cries from the other side of the bus. He had just been dumped by one of his "girlfriends." I don't consider them girlfriends though. To me, they're just with Pete for his money.

I have had strong feelings for Pete since I met him. Feelings I've kept bottled up inside. I want more than anything to have his strong arms wrapped against my waist. I would kill to have his soft lips against mine but--- Pete might not like that.

I walk over to his bunk and carefully pull back the dark green curtain he is hiding behind.

"Can I get you anything?" I ask. He meets my gaze with bloodshot eyes.

"A glass of water would be nice."

Running over to the sink, I nearly fall and break my neck. I want to make him feel more comfortable, so on my way back to his bed, I grab one of the fluffy pillows that lay on the couch.

"Here you go," I say as I pass him the water and the pillow.

Pete pushes the pillow behind his back as he sits up and takes a swig of the cold liquid. Instantly, his face starts to go back to it's tan color. I climb up over his bed and into mine, Joe and Andy, our bandmates, have the curtain to their beds closed. Pete never closed ours.

I can hear him breath heavily. After about an hour of hopelessly trying to fall asleep, I decide to sit with him. I hop down and crawl onto his bed.

"Pete are you OK?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Pete's dark eyes started to look past me. Like I was nothing but air.

"Hey Pete you wanna maybe go outside and get some fresh air?" I ask. He nods

The night time breeze feels good on my skin. I can smell the pine trees nearby. Pete sits on a big rock that had the moonlight illuminate on his face perfectly so I could see him. He was holding a pebble in his hand squeezing it tight.

"What's wrong with me, Patrick? What am I doing wrong!" he sobbed.

I look at the moon and think of the right thing to say.

"Nothing." I manage to say. "You're perfect."

I immediately regret saying that. It sounds so.. Flirty. I hope Pete didn't notice.

"Really Patrick?" He said as his face lit up. "You really think that?"

"Of course!"

My small comment really seemed to bring him out of his slump. For the next three hours we sat outside and talked about our tour. I loved talking to Pete. He always made me feel happy with the way he giggles and smiles. Wow does he have a beautiful smile!

"Hey bro wake up it's like 1:00" Joe laughs

I sit up and look underneath my bunk. Pete is sitting there tuning his bass. I decide to grab my guitar and do the same. I sat on Andy's bed facing Pete. My guitar was always really cold when I first hold it.

Pete starts playing the bass line to "Dance Dance" and I soon join in and sing. We go through the whole song together (and perfectly I may add), Then head over to the kitchen for lunch.

"So how are you feeling?" I ask Pete.

"I feel great whenever I'm with you!"

I blushed so hard I can feel my skin burn. My head started to race. What if by some miracle he liked me back? I guess I can't know until I ask. My stomach starts to ache. "No" I tell myself. I couldn't do that to him right after he was dumped.  I would have to put that off.