Story Of My Life (Book Three in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Classic (Emily's POV)

Well, today it the first concert of the tour! I'm so excited, but god damn, I think I'm more nervous than anything. I know that's probably normal, but I can't even describe how nervous I am and we're not even at the venue yet! I've obviously never sang in front of a huge ass crowd before and that's definitely a big factor of why I'm nervous. I think the onther reason or two might be is that I'm afraid I'll freeze up or forget the words to the songs I'm supposed to be singing. Wait a minute.. I don't even know what I'm singing with Pete, Patrick, Andy, and Joe. Holy shit!

"Guys!" I shouted as I burst into Pete and Patrick's room.

"Oh my god!" Pete shouted as he jumped.

"Holy shit!" Patrick shouted.

"First of all, sorry! And second, I really hope you're wearing clothes under those blankets," I said.

"Oops," Pete said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh god," I said as I fake gagged. "I think I might throw up."

"Anyway!" Patrick said. "Are you ok?"

"No!" I said.

"Are you high or something? Have you been doing pot with Joe too?" Pete asked.

"No!" I said. "And 'too'?"

"Nevermind..." Pete said.

"Geez, what else don't I know about you?" I asked.

"Again, anyway!" Patrick said. "What's up?"

"Ok, you guys never told me what songs I was singing with you onstage!" I said.

"Oh my god! You're right!" Pete said.

"We were thinking you were going to sing the acoustic versions with us," Patrick said. "So, My Songs Know, Sugar, We're Going Down, and we're deciding to sing an acoustic version of The Shipped Gold Standard, so that's what you'll be singing with us."

"I feel so much better," I said. "Thank you!"

"No problem, hun," Pete said.

"Hey, are Joe and Andy up yet?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, I think so, and if they're weren't, they definitely are now," I said as I chuckled.

"Well, Pete and I will be out in a little bit, ok?" Patrick said.

"See ya then," I said as I skipped out of the room for some reason.

I went back to my bunk and suddenly realized how tired I still was. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. Gerard texted me back like he said he was and we spent the entire night texting. I don't think I fell asleep until at least five in the morning- I know, I'm stupid. Now that I think of it, I just fell asleep. I never told Gerard I was going to go to sleep. God, he probably thinks I blew him off or something! Oh god!

I quickly grabbed my phone from behind me and looked at the lock screen. Two texts from Gerard. I opened the first one, which was him saying something completely random, which is basically what were were doing the whole night- being completely random. I opened the second one and smiled at what it said.

"I figured you'd fall asleep, so goodnight gorgeous!" Gerard sent at about five thrirty in the morning.

"Awwwh, I did fall asleep and I'm so sorry, but aww," I sent back just now.

I relaxed back in my bunk again and breathed a sigh of relief. He texted back a few minutes later, which made me smile again.

"It's alright. I fell asleep within minutes of sending that, so it's ok. Anyway, how'd you sleep, beautiful?" he replied.

"Not bad, but I'm still tired. How about you?" I replied.

"I am too, haha, but I'm glad you got some sleep after I kept you up all night :P" he replied.

"Oh stop! You didn't keep me up. If you hadn't noticed, I stayed up because I wanted to talk to you. If you were annoying me or something, then I wouldn't have even bothered to text you back all those times," I sent.

"Aww :)" he said and I figured he had smiled when he saw that text.

"See? I like talking to you!" I replied.

"I like talking to you too. Are you nervous about today? It's the first show right?" he replied.

"God, nervous is an understatement, dude," I replied.

"Well, if you get nervous, think of me, ok? And text me if you need to!" he replied, which made me smile.

"I will. You're the best," I sent.

"Lies. You are," he replied.

"Bullshit," I said.

"You're the best, most beautiful, amazing girl, ok? Ok!" he sent, which almost made me fall out of my bunk.

"You have to stop before you make me fall out- haha fall out- of my bunk," I sent.

"Oh no! We can't have that! If you were here, I'd be sure to catch you!" he replied.

"And you need to stop making me blush," I said.

"Never going to happen," he sent.

"Whore," I said.

"Your little whore, that is," he replied, which made me die of laughter.

"Are you sure you're not high?" Pete asked as he suddenly appeard in front of me, staring at me.

"Holy shit!" I shouted as I actually did fall out of my bunk.

"Oh god!" Patrick said as he pushed passed Pete and helped me up. "Are you ok?"

"God, yeah!" I said as I laughed.

"You are definitely your father's daughter," Patrick said.

"I thought so," Pete said as he hugged me, then dragged my behind him out into the main part of the bus.

If Pete and Patrick ever found out what was going on between me and Gerard, I'd be kind of scared about what'd happen. I mean, I don't think they'd be too terribly mad, but they might be upset or something. I don't know, but I'll just keep our conversations to myself for now.