We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Jessica's POV

We arrived at the tour bus about 15 minutes ago. I am currently changing out of my dress and into a pair of shorts and a grey tank top. Hailey and Camm are probably making out in the bunks or something, and Pat was sitting in the lounge rummaging through their large bin of DVDs.

"Hey," I chimed as I walked in and sat on the couch.

"Are you ok? From, you know, the Connor situation?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm fine. It feels good knowing I slapped the smirk off his face," I smiled.

"Pat?" I said.

"Yes?" he said, picking out a movie called The Call.

"Do you have any chips?" I asked.

He stood up quickly and wrapped his arms around me. "Pat, is there a reason you're hugging me?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

"You're eating something!" He yelled with a huge smile on his face. "And it's not Nutella!" He added.

"So where them chips at?" I said with a bad gangster impression.

"I'll go get them," he poked my nose and left.

"There was no need to poke my nose!" I called after him.

"Yes, yes, there was," he yelled back.

He came back carrying a bag of plain chips. "You have good taste," I said looking at the chips. "Well, I like you, don't I?" He said smiling.

My brain is still trying to process what he just said.

My face went blank.

"Oh. I'm sorry Jess, I know you don't want to da-"

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He was shocked at first and didn't react, but once he understood what I was doing, he kissed back. I pulled away and he grew a smile.

"It's fine," I whispered. Our faces still inches apart. "So will you
re-think my question?" He asked.

"Didn't that just answer your question?" I smirked.

"Good point," he nodded.

I took a chip from the bag and backed up. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked going to the TV. "Hunger games?" I suggested.

"Ok," he put in the disc and shut off the lights. He sat beside me and covered the both of us with a fuzzy blanket.

"Prepare for water works when Rue dies," I said while taking a bite of my chip.

"Marty cried too." He laughed.

"Hey, it's an emotion time!" I said defending Marty.

Speaking of Marty, where is he? And everyone else? Shut up, Jessica. You are dating Pat fucking Gillet. Just be happy you're with him.

I was shoving chips in my mouth without taking my eyes off the screen.

Fat bitch, Connors voice said in my head.

I stoped eating the chips instantly and pushed the bag away. Thank god Pat didn't notice.

My eyes felt heavy. "Pat, I'm tired," I yawned. "Me too," he turned off the TV and laid down on the couch, "I'm also too tired to go to the bunks," he mumbled and pulled me closer.

"Is it official?" Bucky whispered, peeking into the room.

"Yes," Pat and I mumbled without moving. "Cool, cool," he said while walking away.

This felt right.

*

"Aww isn't that cute," Cam said. I didn't feel like moving. I was still too tired. I could feel Pat still beside me. He held onto me tight.

"They're so cute!" Tyler whispered.

"I hope you know that I'm awake," I said without opening my eyes.

"And?" Cam said in a smartass tone.

"If you ever want to see the Nutella again I suggest you leave." I threatened.

"She's not bluffing. Camm, let's go," Hailey said nervously.

"You girls and your Nutella," Tyler mumbled as they all left the lounge.

"Jess?" Pat said.

"Yes, Pat?" I answered.

"Tonight is the last show," he said calmly. "What happens after the tour?" I opened my eyes this time.

"We don't have to hang out in a cramed bus anymore. You can stay with me at my condo," he suggested.

"Are you suuuure? We've only known eachother for three weeks. For all you know, I could be a serial killer." I gave a serious expression.

He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "But you wouldn't wanna kill all this." He motioned up and down. "Good point," I said. He kissed my forehead and stood up. "Pat," I whined. "Jess," he mocked.

"Ugh." I followed him out and checked the time on my iPhone. It was 9:30am. "I don't wanna wake up though," I groaned.

"Will this wake you up?" He bent down to my level and passionately kissed me.

"I'm awake."

I walked to the bathroom with some jean shorts and Hailey's dope t-shirt. I locked the door and changed. Next, I brushed my hair and applied some mascara. I left my hair down and naturally wavy. I unlocked the door and walked back to the table thing and sat down. "It'll be me and you. We don't have anymore shows for a while."

"May I remind you that you've only known me for three weeks and still, I could be a serial killer," I said with an evil smile.

"And may I remind you that you wouldn't wanna kill all this," he smirked.

"Shut up." I smiled.

Pat and I can finally be alone. We can have a slightly normal relationship.

Slightly.