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

Chapter Eighteen - City Lights

P.O.V Patrick

"Hey, uh Pete.. I told you I'd call when I landed. I suppose you're busy. Call me back later." 

I sighed about to put my phone back into my pocket before remembering to call Brendon. It only rung for a few seconds until Brendon picked up. 

"Patrick! Did you land then?"

"Yeah.."

"Hey what's wrong?"

"N-nothing, just Pete didn't pick up and I.. ugh it doesn't matter."

"Paaatrick..."

"Yes?"

"You like Pete again." 

"No I don't!" I said too loudly, the people around me looking at me weirdly. I blushed before repeating it more quietly. 

"Right good luck with that.. Skype me later? I have to go into town with Sarah."

"Yeah sure, tell Sarah I said hi."

"Will do kiddo. Oh and listen.. take care of yourself okay? Your life does not revolve around Pete bloody Wentz, as amazing as that dude may be." 

"I know, I know.. thanks Bren.."

"No bother P.."

I hung up and went to collect my bag, thinking about what Brendon said. 

I'm slightly in love with him again but I don't need it to control me. I'm my own person, I can deal with being without him! 

Keep telling yourself that.. 

I sighed again, picking up my bag and hailing for a taxi once I was out.

"Where to kid?"

"I don't know really.. a motel?"

"Where about do you want to stay?"

"Anywhere I can get a job near."

"There's a few small shops beside Lancaster's Motel.. record shop, coffee shop, fast food court, clothes shop- It's only a mile or two from the city as well."

"I'll go there then, thanks."

When we started driving he struck up a conversation with me again. "Most of the tourists are being sent to Lancaster now, most other places are full. It's not exactly 5 star but it'll do for a.. What exactly do you do son?"

I smiled to myself and said "Struggling musician." 

"It's perfect for you then.. funny you look a bit like a musician. Where's all your fancy gear?"

"I've got an acoustic guitar in the boot. That's it." 

"Are you sure you can actually afford a motel then?"

"Yeah, I can manage thanks." 

By the end of our conversation we were parked outside the motel and I got my suitcase, hand luggage and my guitar out of the car, paid the driver and went in to book a room. 

"Guessin' you've come for a room?" A man with brown greasy hair and a messy beard greeted me, his yellow teeth glowing through his lips. 

"Uh.. yes sir." 

"117. You can pay when ye' leave." He grunted with an interesting accent, handing me a dirty old key.

I gave a grateful smile before hurrying up the three flights of stairs to my room. Whilst I'll admit that it wasn't what I'm used to with hotels nowadays it sure did remind me of the first few years of Fall Out Boy. 

It felt like home even if it was rundown and unclean. I sat on the small, lilac double bed and took out my laptop, immediately checking Twitter. 

A tweet from the rest of the band appeared. 

Patrick's taking some time off, our tour looks like it'll be cancelled for longer than expected. Sorry guys. - Pete 

I couldn't understand why he didn't just tweet on his own account but I realized that it was most likely due to the fact that it looked more "official" this way. 

I pulled out my phone to see if Pete had called me back or not. Strangely enough he hadn't. It's been about an hour and he hadn't saw it, yet he had time to tweet. 

Well at least I know he's thinking about me.

P.O.V Pete

I heard my phone ring quite early in the morning. I slouched out of bed to go check who it was. "Patrick.." I mumbled to myself, leaving it back down. Seconds later it stopped and a sound went off indicating he'd left a message.

I never understood why people bother leaving messages, I've never seen it happen besides in movies. I played it anyway to see what he wanted.

"Hey, uh Pete.. I told you I'd call when I landed. I suppose you're busy. Call me back later." 

I don't know why I didn't reply. It's like I was mad at him even though I had no reason to be. He left me, I think that was it. He left me by myself, wouldn't let me come. I thought I could change his mind last night but no luck. 

I'd love to go spend some time with him in California, just me and him. But if I told everyone I was going then they'd only want to come too. I'll just leave it.. ring him back later. He probably isn't bothered anyway.

P.O.V Brendon

Get your scrawny ass on Skype, I wanna hear everything about your trip so far. 

Seconds later, Patrick logged onto Skype. I called him, turning on my webcam and flashing a smile. 

"Hey mister! You haven't called. Did you dye your hair?!" I said in shock. "I've been busy. Besides I've only been gone a week and yeah, it's kinda dark red."

"It looks awesome! And busy doing what exactly?" 

"Got a job."

"But you have a job!" 

"A real job."

"Criticizing my job Stump?"

"No! It's just.. it's in a shop, a record shop." 

"You make records, why would you want to sell them?"

"You have a point. Independence I think." 

"It's better to inspire than to be independent."

"I can inspire by selling the things that inspire, whilst being independent."

"Or you can get yourself back home and make a new album which will inspire millions." 

"I'm not coming back Brendon!" "Not yet.."

"Thought I almost had you there."

"Nope. Not even close."

"So.. the hair? Why?"

"Is it bad? I just wanted a change."

"No it's nice, it just seems like you're trying to forget about everything."

"I'm not. It's just fun being isolated sometimes. I feel less stressed."

"I bet you'd still rather live with Pete."

"Maybe.."

"Definitely."

"I probably would actually.."

"Then why don't you come back?"

"I just need a little time out here."

"Promise you'll come back soon?"

"I promise.." He didn't look directly into the camera when he said it.. I'm fairly certain he said it to shut me up.

"Gotta go.. bye!"

"Bye.."

I waved goodbye before closing my laptop.

Would he hurry up and come back already?