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

Chapter Thirty - In The Easy Morning

*Nearly over now! Only a few more chapters, unless I change my mind again..* 

P.O.V Pete

First leg of the tour is officially over. Kate is mad as hell that I "let Patrick miss soundcheck because of my romantic getaway." Hey, I was still trying to convince him to miss the show, she should count herself lucky. 

We say a final goodbye to Europe and board the plane in Minsk to fly straight to Chicago for a show on the 9th of April. So we have one day in our own homes before going to Milwaukee. Which Andy is happy about because that's where his house is. We're all staying there with him.

Honestly I am perfectly okay with leaving Minsk. It's -3 degrees right now. It's April are you kidding me? Not only is it bad enough that we're all standing in the freezing cold at 1am but our plane has just been delayed. That's the other thing.. we're getting a public plane. 

I haven't been on a public plane in years. Forgive me if that sounds arrogant and snobby but seriously, it's been years. 

So, not only is it artic out here in the early hours of the morning waiting on a delayed flight but now there's public people groaning and complaining. The only thing that could be worse is- Oh wait, there it is. A crying baby. 

"I can't believe this." I mutter under my breath, huddled into Patrick. "Sh, just keep your hood up and no one will recognise any of us." Patrick replies, reaching out for my hand. "I'd love to meet some fans. It's the normal people I'm worried about." 

Patrick laughs and turns around to the rest of the crew. All.. uh, 12 of us plus the crew so.. I don't know 20 something. They start talking about the plan for when we get back. "And then we'll pick up the new support act. Who are we having again?" Joe asks Kate, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Joe sweetie, it is 1am and I'm unorganized when I'm fully awake." 

"Cobra Starship was it? Man I hope so, I'd love to see Gabe." I interrupt, worming my way into the large circle of our crew. Kate just glares at me. Still mad. 

"Kate it was only soundcheck!" I blurt out. "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz, I have no time for this. You are not in my goodbooks to start with, don't make me angry." 

"It's the third actually." I mutter, following Patrick stamping on my foot to shut me up. Kate just sighs and looks down at the clipboard. 

"Joe, to answer your question; We are alternating between Panic! and Cobra Starship." 

"Are we getting paid extra for this?" Spencer asks, "You never mentioned America too." Kate gives the same, horrifying stare to Spencer and for a second, I feel bad for him. That is until Brendon cuts in, "Spence! We're on tour with our best friends, we shouldn't even be getting payed!" 

And at that moment I swear I see Kate's eyes morph into little cartoon dollar signs. "Hey, in that case Brendon, how's about we cut your pay?" 

"But-" 

"That's it, it's final. You voulunteered." 

"But-"

"Sorry, what a shame." 

"Patrick, your manager just cut my pay." 

I grin, laughing at Brendon's wide eyes and little frown. "You know, she did that to me last summer when I refused to take my bass off of the stage." 

"You threw it into the lights." Kate reminds me, I do not need reminding however. "Still, not my job." 

"It hit one of the stage hands." I shrug, deliberately trying to wind her up. "Do I have to cut your pay too?"

"Is that even legal?" Andy smirks behind his sunglasses. 1am and the dude's wearing sunglasses. "Yup, as long as you aren't covered by a-"

"ALL PASSANGERS BOARDING THE 1:30 AM FLIGHT TO CHICAGO CAN NOW BOARD."

We all pick up our bags and hold off the argument for the plane ride. "Don't worry boys," Kate narrows her eyes, "You could always do chores to earn your pay!"

* * * * *

She wasn't kidding.

I am doing chores to earn the rest of my pay. She wasn't too heartless as to cut all of it, but she still cut it by 50%. And I'm not alone either..

"Hey Pete! Let's share secrets. Where did you and Patrick go the other night?"

I frown at Brendon's voice chirping again. Here I am, cleaning the stage's floor and Brendon couldn't be happier to finally have some 'us' time. "Uh, just a little hill in Amsterdam." 

"Wait, they have hills in Amsterdam?" He asks, sounding hesitant. "It was really more of a slope." He makes an 'ah' sound to say he understands.

"And what happened? You two seem awful buddy-ish since you came back! Especially on stage. I'm still surprised they allowed you on stage with a fever, like I thought only real men were tough enough for that." Brendon winks, and stops scrubbing the stage to wait for my answer, clearly he has been dying to ask this. 

"Nothing." I say quickly, the way my voice gets higher towards the end gives me away and Brendon beams at me, sitting right infront of me on the patch I just scrubbed. "Really? Nothing? Ohhh.. so that's why you are being all huggy. Spill." 

"It was nothing!" I defend. I know it's no use and he'll definitely find out eventually; It's worth a shot though. "Peter.."

"He said that he loved me okay?" 

Brendon goes through one hundred different emotions in one second. Excitement, hope, relief, happiness. And he squeals, and I mean squeals. And it is that squeal that makes me realise how perfect Bren and Sarah are for each other because their squeals match. I think I can hear Sarah squealing already due to her telepathic connection with Brendon or something.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, IS THAT WEDDING BELLS I HEAR?" He wraps his arms around me, squeezing probably a little too tight. He's excited though, I can't blame him.. So am I. 

"So," Brendon says slowly, "Have you.. uh you know.. done the do?" I burst out into a fit of laughter, "What?!" 

"Well you know.. frick fracked." 

"Frick fracked." I am in tears at this point, just collapsed on my back trying to make sure I don't pass out from lack of oxygen because of all the laughing. Brendon looks very serious for a minute, leans in and whispers, "Sex." 

I shake my head after recovering and he raises and eyebrow at me. "You sure buckaroo?" 

"Okay, once." And now it's Brendon's turn to laugh. "Alright twice, maybe more." 

"Five times, actually." Patrick shouts from the stage door. Brendon shrugs, "Not too bad, Peterick." 

Patrick smiles, a little too confident for his personality and says "Well, what can I say?"  

*I'm hoping to write more tomorrow, whether I'll post it or not is being debated. Might have a bit too much homework.*