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"SHIT"
You knew that yell anywhere your boyfriend Pete must have come home from another hard day at the studio. You weren't sure to check on him or wait for him to come to you. So you sat on the couch in the den, just waiting.
Your breath hitched as you heard his footsteps heading downstairs to where you were, his breathing was quick and huffing. Looking down you kept your nose in the book you were reading, his foot steps got closer and then stopped. Pete didn't say anything he just stood there in the middle of the room.
A sniff caught your attention, looking up you slammed your book shut...he was crying. Pete's pretty blue eyes were filled with tears. "Oh honey." You whispered so low it almost seemed inaudible.
"What's wrong?" Your arms wrapped around his thin waist, pulling him close to you as he stayed quiet.
"Recording ya know? This is just stupid, I shouldn't be crying." Pete squeaked out.
"No, no! Let's sit down, tell me whats wrong!"
Plopping down on the couch he laid his head on your shoulder, "It's just I dunno, we've been working on this for so long. Its so tiring, I haven't been able to sleep or see you. My whole life revolves around this dumb ass album."
The exhaustion was getting the best of him and you know but then he said something else.
"Shit is getting bad with Moonie, I don't know what we can do with him." That's what really upset, his sobs got uncontrollable. You turned to face him, hugging him again. His long fingers clutched around your hair as you attempted to calm him down.
"C'mon honey its okay, just get it out babe." It hurt to see him this upset, Pete was never like this...ever. You knew it was things really weren't okay with Keith. Everyone worried about him, it had been like that for years. However all of you adopted the saying, "Well that's Moonie." Making you all try not to worry about him, or at least push the concern far into your brain.
Pete looked up, his crystal blue eyes met yours. "Maybe I should just sleep." Running a hand through his hair, you tried to smile softly. "Sweetie, not yet. Let's talk about Moonie."
Panic spread over his face, "W-why? Its all okay with him, you know how he is the chap is mad." The slight glare you gave him made Pete even more nervous. "Fine, what about him?"
"Why are you so upset about him?"
Standing up Pete began to pace, that was what he did when he was stressed. It was nerve wracking but after awhile you got used to it. He rubbed his knuckles as they turned white the harder he clenched them. Quickly he unclenched his hand to run both hands through his hair, then he went back to pacing.
"For fuck sake! Just spit it out!"
Pete stopped, staring at you like you were totally mad. Your outburst was rather surprising but he hadn't said anything at all. He went back to pacing and finally...he spoke.
"Ya know how he drinks like mad? Well even that has gotten worse. I don't know if anyone else really notices or cares but I know something isn't right and its just too much. I'm just scared he's going to die, I don't even care about the band at this point he just needs help."
You knew this was always a concern of Pete's, deep down you worried about this a lot too. Moonie's drinking had gotten worse especially in recent years, no one said anything about it but we all knew we noticed this behavior.
"I think you should talk to the band about it, it's not good for Keith or the band." Pete sat down in the couch again, "Every time I bring it up they just change the topic or talk over me. It's like no one else gives a fuck!"
Stroking his hair you attempted to calm him down, but you were really at a loss. "They're probably just trying not to worry too much or anger him, but something needs to be done."
He threw his hands down, "But what??"
You tried to stay calm, you knew getting upset wouldn't help anything. "You try talking to him okay? But we can't do anything now, maybe when the record is over."
Pete wiped his eyes, "I guess you're right, I'm just scared." You wrapped your arms around him, and he sniffed his nose. "C'mon love, it'll be okay I promise."
A/N: I hope you like it, I know its not too long. I'm sorry this took so long. I've been so busy.
