This is my new fic, it already has alot of pages, but I'm not sure where I am going with it just yet.
I hope you guys enjoy, I may edit this again, I'm not sure how well it reads/typos?
Summary: Drunk Patrick Soul Punk era, seeing Pete for the first time since they broke up/broke up the band.
Another night, another show, huh? Soul Punk has been so well received. I can’t help but feel really proud of myself to have come this far in my solo career. With bleached hair, fingerless gloves, and suits I rock the stage in a way I never did with Fall Out Boy. I leave behind the glasses, hats and yes even the side burns to pursue a side of music that I have been curious to play with since I was in high school. A genre I call Soul Punk, which takes inspiration from one of my favorite artists Prince, and a few others, still mixed with my own personal style.
So tonight is going to be like any night. I will be here for a week, doing two shows, then leaving to go to the next state.
Every night I lay out my clothes for my performance, even though I usually remove some items before the night is over. It gets pretty damn hot in a suit, especially when you are jumping around and dancing like I do. My mind wanders, from my wine, to my whiskey, to my old band.
Hell I kind of miss them. I kind of miss it. I kind of miss Pete. Damn it, I can’t let myself get this way about him. Not anymore it’s been two years since we broke it off, since we broke off the band. Almost 2012 now just a few more months of 2011. Yes I dated Pete, we dated and were physical with each other for a few years. Once the band broke up, we just stopped talking, he left to go back home. I hadn’t heard from him since. I get the occasional email or tweet, but I rarely see him.
I have changed a lot since then and now. I lost 60 pounds, changed my style. I honestly look like a completely different person now. When I look at pictures of him, he still looks like the same man I fell for, the same man who broke my heart.
The show is in 10, and I push all those thoughts to the back of my mind and take another swig of my rum and coke in its classy red solo cup. I put on my blue suit and matching bow tie feeling confident and pretty damn sexy too. I look in the mirror and I love how sharp I look, way more flattering than jeans and a t-shirt.
I run out to the stage with screams and music fueling my self-esteem. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I guess I’m just happy that I can still perform music.
(Time passes)
The show is almost done, honestly only one more song, and I’m ready to jet. It’s hot and sweaty, and my ears are kind of ringing from the noise and how loud it is in here. I feel satisfied and accomplished because the crowd seems so happy to see me, to hear me, and I know it’s only me they came to see.
I get ready for Run Dry, my favorite to play, not only does it end a show well, but I really relate to it. I kind of let alcohol become my savior in a lot of ways these past few years. I know it’s not something to be proud of, getting wasted, but I feel stronger and grittier. I feel more alive than ever, and drinking just fuels my fire, sets me on edge if you will.
I’m looking out in the crowd feeling the vibration from the stereos around me, the music pulsating through my veins. My voice comes across smooth and effortless despite the few drinks I had before the show.
The end of the song is near, and I am feeling the ultimate high, something a drug could never do for me, and then I see…him. My wall of confidence shattered in the moment I see that familiar face. My eyes are wide, and an accustomed blush welcomes my face. I haven’t blushed like this in years. I double take hoping it wasn’t him, but it was, eyes like a chocolate hazel fire. His skin like cinnamon and brown sugar, beautiful, his smile shining as he looks up at me. Just a face in the crowd yet it felt like so much more.
I feel sick, the song comes to its end, I thank the crowd and quickly run off, still feeling his stare bore a hole into my confidence leaving with a naked self-conscious feeling.
In the dressing room, I splash water on my face, drink a little more rum and coke, and then it hits me. I feel really fucking sick.
I go to the trash can and puke, but it just comes up foamy because I haven’t eaten in a while. Honestly in the past few days, I’ve only drank. I figure it’s better than puking up food. So I start to unbutton my shirt hoping to peel off the sweat and heat from the stage.
A knock at the door and in an instant I am frozen. The door opens and I see it is a security officer, in change of my safety tonight his voice comes out as rough as he looks.
“Mr. Stump, there is someone here to—“he doesn’t even finish his sentence before I speak.
“I know, let him in.” his face a little bewildered that I knew not only of the guest, but the gender of the guest as well. He nods and leaves the door slightly ajar. I hear the footsteps behind me, and the sound of the door shutting.
“Hey, Patrick” Pete’s voice, obviously. I don’t even turn around to look at him, I just go about unbuttoning my shirt in silence. I figure of all things to do, I should play the cold shoulder card.
“How are you?” He pauses realizing I’m not being very responsive, “I missed you.”
Those words, those god damn words coming from his mouth. Missed me? Missed me?! He was the one who left, I should be missing him! But… I do miss him. Don’t get sappy now Patrick, don’t be a fool.
“Oh really?” I turn to him, my voice blaring with full on sarcasm. He looks nervous.
“Yeah… You were amazing up there. Great show. You look great.” I see his eyes wander up my body sending shivers down my spine.
“Thanks… Why did you pay to see me?” I said with still a hint of chill in my voice.
“I wanted to see you, so I paid, it was worth it.”
“You could have gotten in for free you know” still sarcastic, but I’m not telling him I would have let him in right off the bat.
“I know, but I wanted to” He walks up to me, his hand grazing my forearm. I am frozen in time as the warmth of his hands sends chill through me.
I look down, blushing a new shade of pink. I feel his rough hand lift my chin and suddenly I realize how close he really is.
