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

Chapter Twenty-Six - Yeah, This is Getting Creepy.

*I'm very sorry I haven't updated in a week, don't get much time during school days anymore. But you can bet your ass come Easter there'll be lots of updates (if this story isn't done by then.) On another note it's been THROAM's fault. If you haven't read, go now. It's better than my story, go read it.*

P.O.V Patrick

"Sorry to ruin the reunion sweethearts but it's time to go." Spencer's head hung over us. "What? Who told you?" I asked suddenly, letting go of Pete's hand and sitting up to face Spencer. Spencer looked over his shoulder at Brendon who was waving his hand frantically in some bizarre attempt to say hello.

Pete sat up seconds later, also looking at Brendon. We shared a confused glance before getting up and walking with Spencer over to our tour bus. When we were passing All Time Low's bus I noticed Jack and Alex with their noses pressed up on the glass, peering at us. They jumped back once I waved at them, pretending they hadn't been looking. 

I got to the top step of the bus before hearing a desperate cry behind me. I turned round in shock to see a pouting young lady standing at the foot of the steps. Pete stepped out in front of me, absolutely fuming. Brendon behind me with the door open had his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes. 

"Please, I just need to speak to Patrick." Crimson pleaded in a shaky and quiet voice. "Uh hell no." Brendon sneered, placing one hand on my shoulder. "Don't think so. Piss off." Pete said pointing behind her. 

"Crimson, you have your stuff. Please leave." I choked out, keeping my head low and turning around, pushing past Brendon into the tour bus. "Patrick wait!" 

After that I blocked out the sounds of Pete and Brendon taking control and making her leave. It was painful, for both of us I'm sure, but at the same time I was glad she was gone. After all, if she didn't cheat I wouldn't have Pete back would I?

I'm Grateful. 

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"Is that another text?" Pete asked, looking horrified. "Email, this time." 

"How does she have your email?!" 

"I don't know! I don't even use my email, yet here she is." 

"What does it say?" Dallon frowned, peering over my shoulder. 

"Well this one says 'Patrick sweetie how's the tour? You haven't called me in ages." 

Brendon joins in the conversation now. He says "She does remember you broke up right?" before grabbing my phone and typing furiously. "Wait, I want to say something to." Pete huffs, grabbing the phone from Brendon. 

"Ooh, let me too." Dallon smiles, grabbing the phone from Pete who glares at him and is about to say something before I grab the phone from Dallon and look at the combination of their email. 

You better leave my baby boy alone or I'll 

Actually, he's mine and I swear if you don't stop all this I'll kick your a

Hey Dallon here! Leave Patrick alone please?

I laughed when I read Dallon addressing himself. "This is ridiculous. I'm not sending this!" They all gasped, pretending to be offended. "You're not serious. I need to get this crazy thing off of me." 

"Then leave it to me!" Alex grabbed the phone now. I was taken by surprise considering I didn't know he was on our bus. He put the phone up to his ear and grinned at me. 

I leaped up, trying to grab the phone from his hands but failing considering he was a good 5 inches taller than me. Alex walked out of the tour bus and began walking down a path leading to nowhere in particular.