Dance, Dance {The Story of How I Woke Up Naked Next to Patrick Stump}

Fame < Infamy

"Okay, we need to be careful." Andy said. I was so very confused. Why did we need to be careful when we woke up Pete. 

"I'm confused." I said I guess a little too loud. They all 'shh'ed me and I put my hands up in surrender. 

"Pete is kind of, well, melodramatic when he has a hangover. He literally acts like a child." Patrick explained. "It's best to just go with it and give him what he wants." All I could do was nod. 

"Hey, Pete..." Andy said in a soft voice. 

"Hey, buddy, it's time to wake up now." Patrick chimed in. It was literally like waking up a five year old. Patrick put his hand on Pete's shoulder and shook him ever so slightly. Pete opened his eyes and looked around. We all smiled and waved. 

"Hey, Adrian." He said as he rubbed his face. 

Wait.

If Pete remembers me then maybe he knows what happened last night. 

"Pete, do you know what happened last night?" Joe asked crouching down so that he was eye level. Pete looked very confused and he didn't look like he wanted to answer questions. 

"My head hurts, Joe." Pete whined. "Why does my head hurt?" He asked. It almost sounded like he was going to cry. "Patrick, I want IHop."

We all sat around the long table in IHop sipping coffee and watching Pete eat his pancakes. We were waiting for answers but he wanted to eat his pancakes first. 

"Come on, Pete, what do you remember?" Andy asked running his fingers through his short hair. 

"Well," He took a sip of his coffee. "I remember Adrian," he said. "She gave me this cool drawing!" He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and it showed a really good drawing of him. I looked in the corner and there was my signature. Then I remembered. I was rushing and I almost forgot it...

*FLASHBACK*

I ran into the bathroom of my hotel room and I tripped over the towel that I forgot to pick up.

"damn," I muttered to myself and I got up from the ground. If I don't hurry I'm going to be late. I stood there in the middle of the bathroom trying to think of what I came in there for. My hairspray! I grabbed it off of the counter where I left it and started spraying my hair. I'm sure my hair will be messed up by the time I leave but at least I can say I tried. I put the can of hairspray on the counter and I walked out of the bathroom. I ran back to my bag that sat on the bed. I dug through it until I found the shoes I wanted to wear. I don't think I'm going to wear my combat boots so I have to find my Converse. I found them and I quickly put them on. I grabbed my bag and I ran to the door. I made sure I had my key before I left. I didn't want to lock myself out...again. I ran down the hall and stopped half way to the elevator. I ran back to the room and fumbled with the key for a while before I was finally able to get in. I ran back to my bag and grabbed my sketch book. I left a quick note for the cleaning lady telling her I was sorry for the mess and I left.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

I smiled thinking it was a good thing I didn't leave that sketch book. I looked over at Patrick and he was rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Is that it?" He asked. Pete nodded. I'm starting to think we're never going to know what happened last night.