My Addiction (A Peterick Fan Fiction)

"Your singing was amazing as usual," Andy said as we walked onto the bus from just finishing another show.

"Thanks man, and your drum playing skills were excellent," I responded.

"Thanks Trick," Andy replied as he sat down on the couch.

Pete had just stumbled onto the bus.

"I love our fans to death, but they're going to kill me one of these days, if the fucking headaches don't first," he said as he walked into the bathroom.

"I agree," I said as I laughed slightly.

Pete walked out of the bathroom a few short seconds later. I assumed he had taken some pain medication for his headache, which he seems to get after every show, but how can I blame him? Loud music banging in your ears constantly, the shouting and screaming of the fans, and then the lights pounding down on you while you play. We loved it, that's for sure, but it could become a little overwhelming sometimes, especially for Pete.

"One hell of a show tonight, Trick," Pete said as he sat down next to me at the table.

"Thanks. You were great too," I said as I smiled at him and rested my hand on his thigh.

"Thanks Trick," he replied as he returned the smile.

Andy and Joe had become used to us doing these little things. I wasn't attracted to Pete, I think... It was just something we did, since we were best friends and all. But I was best friends with Joe and Andy too and I never did that to them... I did often find myself getting lost in Pete's big brown eyes that I loved so much. And his body, don't even get me started... Wait. What am I thinking? I have a wife back home. I couldn't possibly be attracted to Pete... Could I? He would catch me looking at him occasionally and smile at me. Was I seriously attracted to Pete? Yes. No. Maybe...

"I think we should celebrate," Joe said as he stood up and reached for a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.

"You have such great ideas," I said, grabbing the bottle out of his hand.

I thought maybe drinking a little would take my mind off of Pete. What am I saying? I've had these thoughts so often and drinking never helped. So I just poured a glass for me and then a glass for Pete, then I gave Joe the bottle back. I slid Pete's glass across the table towards him, spilling a little on the table. Pete smiled at me and laughed and then took the glass. He took a sip and I caught myself watching him again. I stared at his perfect lips. I wanted to kiss him, didn't I? No. I can't. What about Elisa? What if she were to find out? I'd lose her and I don't want that, but I want Pete. I was sure of it now. Who wouldn't want Pete? I understood why all the fans went crazy over him, I mean who wouldn't? I certainly had, but I kept it inside. Pete couldn't possibly want me, could he? No. He had a girlfriend back home and he seemed very happy with her. I couldn't do that to her or Elisa, but I know what I wanted, and I intended to get it, one way or another.

"Hey guys, I think I'm going to try and catch some shut eye," I said after I finished my glass of whiskey.

"Night Trick," Joe and Andy said.

I stood up and Pete smiled at me. I smiled back and then retreated to the bunk room. I grabbed my pair of batman pants and a grey top and went into the bathroom to change. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about Pete. What is wrong with me? Is this normal? I got a sick thrill seeing him all sweaty and hot after our shows. I loved seeing him up onstage too, belting out amazing bass notes on his instrument. I loved listening to his screaming parts in the songs. There was something about Pete Wentz that I couldn't describe. Something more than just being attracted to him. Holy shit. Was I in love with Peter Wentz?