Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Fifty Two - Things Have Changed For Me

(Pete's Point Of View)

This has been an awesome two months! We have like one show left of the tour. I gotta admit, this is probably the best fucking tour ever. Mona had a blast as well, but I don't blame her. Not only is tonight the end of the tour, in Chicago, it's mine and Patrick's second year anniversary. I have the best plans for tonight, I cannot wait.

I flutter my eyes open in Patrick's arms. I look up at him seeing he is already awake, "Happy anniversary babe." He kisses me smiling.

"Happy anniversary!" I yell by accident.

"I love you Pete."

"Ditto!" I look at the time and it says 4:46 P.M., "Patrick! We have to get ready! The show starts in an hour!"

"Holy smokes!" He lets go of me, rolls out of the bunk and into the small shower on the bus. Ten minutes pass and he comes back, "All your's Petey Pie!" He kisses me.

"Okay." I run into the shower and takes a quick one. I get dressed and walks out of the small bathroom after getting fully ready, "Well, I'm ready! I'll beat you there!" I say as I run off the bus towards the arena.

"Hey! No fair! You got a head start!" Patrick whines running after me.

"Sucker!" I trip over the sidewalk. Since when was there a sidewalk here? Stupid sidewalk.

Patrick runs into the arena, "I beat you!" Patrick says sticking his tongue at me.

"Yeah because I fell!" I get up and walks over to him, "But I still love you." I kiss him and heads to the dressing room, where everyone was already gathered at, I walk in followed by Patrick exclaiming, "Yo!"

"Heeeyy!" Everyone exclaiming.

The show was the same like all shows, only it was crazier than ever because it was the last show of the tour. The fans were insane!

"Goodnight! I hope you liked the show!" I yell into the microphone before walking off stage following the rest of the guys.

Patrick is the one to run into the shower first, of course. He walks out like thirty minutes later looking shmexier than ever. Yes, I just said shmexy, problem?

"Hey babe," I kiss him, "Wait for me on the tour bus, I have something special planned for our special night and no, it's not sex."

"Oh, okay!" A huge smile forms across his face, he hugs me and runs to the tour bus. Well, he did't exactly run there, I was exaggerating.

I make sure I take a proper shower before heading back. I get dressed in a black button up shirt, black jeans and black converse. Something decent. I grab the flowers I bought for Patrick, yes we can be girly too. They are white daisies if you were wondering. I take one last look in the mirror fixing my hair, not that it's long anymore or anything.

I head back to the tour bus. I take a deep breathe before going in, I don't know why I'm nervous for no reason. I walk in all the way, and what I saw crushed me. Patrick was making out with Brendon, straddling his waist and grinding against him. Yeah they made out on that dare, but seriously, I had no fucking clue what I was thinking.

"P-Patrick?" I gasp dropping the flowers.

Patrick looks up from Brendon, his eyes widen, "P-Pete! I-I'm sorry," He gets off of Brendon and walks towards me, "I-I didn't mean it!"

"Yeah, you said that every other fucking time! I am sick and tired of your fucking games Patrick!" I slide my wedding ring off, "Patrick Stump we are through!" I throw it at him and run off the bus crying. How can he? after all that we've been through? Especially on our fucking anniversary.