Fall Out Boy saved me

Tour bus

(Hello! This this third part to my first fan fiction and I think I want to make this a long story. I think I'm gonna aim for 50 chapters. Thanks for reading and enjoy!)

Miles away in Los Angeles at Dodger stadium:

Fall Out Boy's POV:
"Man baseball is so boring! Why couldn't we preform at a soccer game instead," said Pete in a whiney little kid voice. He throws off his blue Dodger's baseball cap onto the wooden diner style table then raids the fridge for a soda. He grabs a Sprite, pulls out his phone, then slides into the booth.

The rest of the band members step onto the tour bus and remove their hats  as well. "Aw come on it wasn't so bad plus we got to eat Dodger dogs after," Patrick responds while looking at his reflection on his phone, running his hand through his blonde, sweaty hair. He scoots into the booth besides Pete and takes a sip of his Sprite.

"Nobody needs a footlong of hot dog," Andy adds removing his black crossfit t-shirt which reveals his strong, colorful tattooed body. Being a drummer and straight edge vegan really does wonders for one's self.

"No need to be so salty just because they don't have any tofu dogs or whatever vegans eat at sporting events," said Joe as he stands in front of the television to put on a movie to keep them entertained for their 5 hour drive through California towards the next concert venue.

Andy scoffs and smiles to himself. He's used to his band brothers not understanding his lifestyle of lifting weights, not drinking, and not eating animal products. "Put on Star Wars: The Phantom Menace," he calls out to Joe.

"Of course Master, anything else?" Joe says bowing to Andy.

"There's some strawberries I left in the fridge, can you get those too smart ass?"

Joe laughs and goes to the mini fridge for them. Pete and Patrick look up immediately and put their phones down on the table. "Oh yeah vegan strawberries!" Pete cheers.

Joe puts the plastic container down in front of the boys and before Andy could get to the table Pete pops open the lid and takes three.

"Something about these make them taste really good, are they organic or something?" questions Patrick as he chews on a strawberry.

"I bought them when we stopped on the side of the freeway from a nice fieldworker and his wife," Andy says reaching for a berry.

"Man, I should have gotten some instead of just taking a piss!" Pete exclaims slapping his hand on his forehead.

"You should clean your face too, you're as bad as my kid!" laughs Patrick. Strawberry juice had spilled onto the front of Pete's gray sweatshirt.

"I can fix that," Pete responds by removing his sweatshirt and throwing it onto the floor. He's wearing a black muscle top that reveals his tattooed arms. "Now even if I do make a mess on myself you can't see it, problem solved!"

"Guys shut up it's starting," Joe said turning around in his bean bag chair annoyed.

Only 10 minutes into the movie and all the band members fall asleep except Andy. Pete leaning against the bus window with his arm around Patrick who is cuddled up right next to him while Joe has his head back and his mouth open snoring loudly.

Andy's POV:
I sit in my beanbag chair across from Joe and laugh softly to myself. All the guys look so cute when they sleep. Their wives must be so lucky to be able to curl up next to them at night. I've had a few girlfriends before, but that's all they were to me. Just girls who are friends.

Being a rockstar who is worshipped by beautiful girls is pretty hard for me. They are all so beautiful and I want to be attracted to them but I can't. Ugh, I'm in my late 20's and I still don't have someone to call my own. I can't help but wonder if I ever will find anyone.

I brush off my self pity, and concentrate on the movie. Man, young Obi Wan is so damn attractive!

(End of the chapter. I like writing this story, but it takes a while to put it out. Experienced writers, how often should I update? Feedback is always welcome guys <3)