Boycott Love (Sequel to Don't Come Home For Christmas) ~ Peterick

Chapter Thirteen - Northern Downpour

P.O.V Patrick

The tweets were already flooding in, seriously my phone won't stop vibrating. It's all negative too. 

Everyone hates me. And now I have to face them to get to the bus. 

I headed out, my head down and walked as fast as I could. "PATRICK! YOU MONSTER!" "PETERICK FOREVER!" "WHY WOULD YOU HURT PETE LIKE THAT?" "QUIT THE BAND PATRICK" And other things I'd rather not repeat were said too. 

I burst into the tour bus, to find Pete sitting with his arms folded and the stupid smug grin plastered on his even more stupid face. "How was the show then?" He smiled sarcastically. 

"The fans hate me." 

"Well they're not the only ones." 

I laughed at his terrible insult, was he in primary school or something? "Yup, there's two people in here who hate me too." 

His smile faded for a moment and he almost looked.. guilty. He was about to say something before Andy and Joe came in, fuming with rage. 

"WHAT TYPE OF STUNT WAS THAT?!" Joe shouted, waving his hands about in rage. 

"I.. uhh." Pete started to say before he was interrupted by Andy. "YOU'RE TRASH PETE, YOU MAY HAVE JUST RUINED PATRICK'S CAREER!" 

"Come on, it's not that bad." Pete said sheepishly, looking down at the ground. Andy threw his phone at Pete, revealing the hundreds of thousands of hate I was receiving on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook and probably MySpace for all I know. 

"Oh.. oh.. I'm.. I'm sorry Patrick." 

I shook my head at him. "Sorry's not gonna work this time Pete." 

He looked down at his feet and sighed "I know.." 

I was trying to stay mad at him. I wanted to hurt him. No, I want to put my arm around him and tell him everything's fine, it doesn't matter and that I can deal with it. 

But that would be a lie.

"PETEEEERRR!" Brendon charged into the tour bus, gesturing Pete to come over to him. "I need to talk to you right now dude." 

"Oh no, I'm not finished yet." Andy held Pete back from going anywhere. "I'll handle it Andy." Brendon smiled, pulling Pete into the bathroom.

P.O.V Pete

"I'm sorry." I groaned, rolling my eyes. "I wasn't looking for you to apologize." He smiled, resting his hand on my shoulder to reassure me. I smiled back, "You're not mad at me?" 

"I'm disappointed." He started to say with a frown. "But no, it's not my business to be mad." He continued, smiling again. "At least someone isn't." 

"Actually I don't think Patrick is."

"He won't accept my apology."

"He's going to have to deal with this for the remainder of his career, give him time to adjust." 

I nodded. I'll admit I miss Patrick a lot even though he treated me pretty badly. I think I've pushed him over the edge this time, I regret it already. "Okay, sounds like a plan." 

"NOW DON'T DO IT AGAIN! OR SO HELP ME PETE." Brendon shouted in my face. I was taken back and a little confused before he winked and I caught on. "I'M SORRY! I NEVER WANTED TO HURT PATRICK THAT BAD, I WASN'T THINKING AND I REGRET IT. HE IS STILL MY BEST FRIEND!" I shouted back. 

We held in our laughter and walked out of the bathroom with very serious faces on. "Yeah I think I've sorted him out." Brendon furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a pat on the back. I looked over to Patrick who was looking everywhere but at me.