The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Our bus finally pulls into the hotel and I grow more eager.

I sit on Pete’s lap, leaning into his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. I play with his hair and listen to the sound of his heart.

Ever since we said, “I love you,” we’ve been inseparable. We always lay in a heap of tangled limbs, anxiously awaiting our arrival at the hotel, where we could express our love through something more meaningful than cuddling and lip-locking.

But Pete seems content with just cuddling with me, and right now, so am I. But I’m relieved when our bus driver announces, “We’re here,” because I’m really craving Pete’s touch.

Earlier, Pete asked Joe and Andy if they would be okay with us stopping at a hotel for the night, saying he felt claustrophobic in the bus.

Joe and Andy exchanged amused smirks, and then with me and Pete, and agree.

“No problem, Peterick,” Joe says and doubles over in laughter.

Andy and Pete join in, but I, confused, have no idea what’s so funny or what ‘Peterick’ is. It sounds like mine and Pete’s nickname Joe must’ve just came up with, I think to myself. I kind of like it.

But why they would be laughing so hard I don’t know.

Sitting down in the living room, Pete’s arm around my shoulders, I demand for someone to explain what’s so funny.

“Peterick, is, uh,” Pete said between chuckles. “The, uh, couple name the fans gave.”

“Ohh…” I utter. “How did our fans find out we’re an item?”

I knew something like this would happen. Of course someone in the gas station would’ve taken a picture of I and Pete walking out of the bathroom, dizzy in love. So much for telling everyone straight up.

“Well,” Andy replies, still chuckling. “They’ve thought you guys have been an item ever since our first show.”

“Yeah,” Joe adds. “They think you guys are in love and have done the dirty. How are you just finding this out now?”

“Where have you been,” Pete chimes in, an amused look on his face. “Under a rock?”

“No!” I retort. “Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

I’d like to be angry, but what good would that do? I decide. Plus our fans mean everything to us, and if ‘Peterick’ is what makes them happy, then I don’t see what harm it’s done.

“I don’t know…” Pete answers, undoubtedly trying not to anger me, afraid I’d skip out of our date.

His eyes shift to the floor. He looks back at me with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry, Trick…” he starts, but I cut him off.

“It’s okay,” I say, meaning it. “What good would have knowing done anyway? People will think what people will think,” I flash him a smile and wink. “And in this case, they were right.”

Pete tilts his head down and kisses me once; softly and lovingly. Short and sweet.

He then goes and tells the bus driver that we want to stop at a hotel for the night, who doesn’t seem too pleased with the idea, considering he gets paid for driving and if we stop for the night, we’d have less time to get to Colorado.

Pete finally convinces him, saying we’ll still pay him even though we’re not on the road and that since it only takes 24 hours to drive to Colorado and we’ve already drove halfway and still have three more days until our next concert, we’d have loads of extra time. I guess he really did want this as much as me.

When he comes back to the kitchen where I wait for him on the couch, he has a wistful look and his wide eyes shine brightly. He sits down on the couch and pulls me on top of him, my front to his, hugging me.

“I love you, Trick,” he says, smiling. “Tonight’s gonna be magical.”

He winks at me and I breathe in his sweet scent.

“I love you, too, Pete,” I reply, beaming and full of lust. “And I know it will be.”

We lie, tangled together. I rest my head on his shoulder, and drift to sleep thinking of the perfect man who lies underneath me and all we’d do tonight.