On tour (MCR, FOB, P!ATD, TØP fanfic)

Chapter 6: The Bus

Patrick's POV

We were a quarter of the way into the tour, and it was already wild. We'd met so many amazing fans, and seen so many amazing places. The travelling wasn't too bad either. Panic and twenty one pilots were in one bus, and Fall Out Boy and TNW were in another. It worked out pretty well, though for some reason, we never really got to talk to TNW much. A shame, really, cause that Alli girl seemed nice.

I mean, they all did, of course.

As a way to kinda celebrate playing a couple of amazing shows, with some amazing people, we decided to surprise both the crowd and our opening acts.

We had just finished playing Centuries, when I took the mic off the stand and started talking.

"Now, as you all know, we've had some pretty talented people on tour with us this year" I said, followed by a loud cheer from the crowd. "So we were thinking...how would you guys like to see a little battle between two very talented drummers?"

The applause from the crowd was insane. I waved Dave from TNW, who was watching from the wings and looking very confused, onto the stage.

Andy was already sitting at his drum set. We had the stage hands pull out another set for Dave. He took his seat and they both started playing.

The whole drum off was so epic, there really was no clear winner. Both Andy and Dave were incredible. Even the hardcore Andy stans had a difficult time picking between the two.

All in all, the show was great. And I was sure there were many more amazing ones to come.

I turned around to see Pete in the wings, whispering something to Ollie, the singer from TNW. They looked like they were plotting something. It was strange.

I was looking for Alli. I wanted to actually talk to her. We'd been touring together for two weeks, and we were yet to have a proper conversation with each other. It was quite ridiculous.

I walked over to where Ollie and Pete were standing. It was weird, as soon as I went over there, they stopped talking. "Hey, guys, do you know where - "

"She's on the tour bus" Said Ollie before I could even finish my sentence.

"How did you - never mind" I said, deciding not to pursue it.

Sure enough, when I got to the tour bus, Alli was in there.

"Hey" I said, startling her. "You got here fast. The show literally just ended"

"Yeah" She said. "I just needed to -"

She was cut off by the loud sound of the tour bus door slamming shut behind me.

Alli's POV
I left the venue early, performing nearly every night was exhausting and I wanted to go lie down. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa. I checked my twitter, we had gotten a lot of new fans since tour started. It was so nice to read all of the lovely messages.

"Hey!" It was Patrick, I jumped. "You got here fast. The show literally just ended"

"Yeah" I replied awkwardly. "I just needed to -"

I was cut off when the door suddenly slammed shut, I heard the lock click.

Ollie and Pete were standing outside smirking at us.
My phone buzzed, it was Ollie.

Well the wind blew the door shut and we can't seem to get it open. We're going to find the others good luck with pattycakes ;)

I sighed. I was going to murder them.

"Well" I said, showing the text to Patrick. "I guess we're stuck in here now"

He sighed. "For God's sake" He grumbled, collapsing onto the sofa.

Once I got over the fact that I was literally trapped in a bus with Patrick Stump, I decided to see this as an opportunity to actually have a conversation with him.

I sat down next to him. "At least we're alone. And it's quiet. I feel like we've barely talked to each other this whole tour"

He nodded. "Me too. So, tell me about yourself"

I scratched the back of my head. "What do you wanna know?"

"Everything" He said. Then he frowned. "That sounded creepy. Sorry"

I laughed. "No it's fine" Then I started talking.

I really did end up telling him everything. Even my teenage obsession with him, which he teased me about. He's just so easy to talk to, and a great listener. You could tell he actually absorbed what I was saying.

I found it hard to stay awake while he was talking about himself. Not because he was boring, but because I was absolutely exhausted. I tried to swallow a yawn, and he got concerned.

"You tired?"

"No, of course not, carry on talking" I lied. And he did, for a while. Then my eyelids started getting heavier. My head started drooping.

I couldn't stay awake any longer. I leaned on what I thought was the back of the sofa, and fell asleep to the sound of Patrick's voice.

I woke up the next morning at around 11. I cursed myself for waking up late, knowing that the rest of the band would've already eaten breakfast and started rehearsing.

I rubbed my eyes and took in my surroundings. Strangely, the surface I was leaning on didn't feel like the sofa. I looked up, and found that I had been leaning my head on Patrick's shoulder all night!

I felt awful. He was still asleep, but I didn't want to wake him up to try and prise open the bus door. So I texted Ollie instead.

Ok, we get it, you ship us. Now make like Brendon and OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR

I sat back down and waited. I still felt bad for leaning on Patrick's shoulder all night. It must've hurt.

But it still felt oddly comforting to me.

Hey hey hey! This is an author's note. Alli's internet is down atm, so she won't be writing as often! But don't worry, I'm still here.

Perri xxx