Are You Ready For Another Bad Poem?

Part 1/Chapter 1

Pete's Point Of View:

And then I was surrounded.

Pizza. It all formed a mountain around me. All types of flavors. The smell would make you feel in heaven because it's so good. I grabbed a piece. I bit into the soft cheese and chewed, I could just marry it, no offense to my wife. It also seemed like the piece was speaking. Ah, this is heaven. It's voice was sexy too. "Pete~ Pete~ Peete~ Peete? Pete!"

"Pete for the love of fucking God! Wake up you shithead!"

"Wh- What's goin' on..." I open my eyes groggily and glance behind my shoulder. Joe. Seriously?

"What the hell do you want? Let my sleep, I was having a good dream and you fucking ruined it."

He ignored my sentence, "We're on stage soon. Now's a good time to get ready and practice before we preform." He hit my back pretty hard as I groaned and eventually got up. "Can we get pizza afterwards... that dream was so...so.."

"Pizza dream again? God, Pete, you ate almost the whole box last night and later passed out drunk," He scoffed, "And pizza night is for Friday nights only. So grow the fuck up and wait."

I mock him as he says that. Damn he's so annoying. But I manage to roll with it, while being bipolar I tend to get a little demanding also. But demanding isn't the best word, most likely I'd have to say Joe is...stubborn? Or, lets just say sometimes he has no idea what anybody is feeling once they're in a certain mood. You can never describe Joe in one word, otherwise you've only known him for a short amount of time.

......

I'm eventually backstage, all four of us isn't wearing anything special at all considering by now we've fully understood that the crowd doesn't mind what you're wearing. And sometimes you get an odd feeling that they just don't want you to wear anything at all. Which, also by now, I can completly understand.

I'm already sweating just from practice, mainly because of the heat in here. But Patrick was sweating the most. Not only because of the heat hitting us all but because he literally takes his gut to sing his heart out, hitting perfect notes all the time. He can easily go from a high note to a low, almost country sounding tone, which the crowd obviously adores. I adore it also. I just question myself how he does these things. He lost a shit load of weight and yet he still has it in him. The strength to do little things perfectly, that's what he has in him. Even though he's a very clumsy guy.

Besides that, before Brendon, who came because he had the time, had called us out on stage, I noticed Patrick staring at me for a long ten seconds. Making eye contact would make it more weird. His regular soft, big smile didn't make an appearance on his face. His mouth was in the shape of a frown. His eyes still had the sparkle in them though. I would be enjoying that and all but this was really, as I said,

Awkward.
Like those small uncomfortable moments we all get, like that awkward eye contact you have with the car next to you at a red light.
.....

I felt weird during the preformance, usually me and Patrick crack jokes on stage and have fun. The fun was lower then usual.

The guy didn't even make eye contact with me during the whole thing! Why the fuck did he stare at me then? Hell, he didn't even make eye contact with the others except when Joe said something to him which made Pat chuckle a bit, but that was all.

What made it worse? His eyes had a tired effect to them, and they got teared up at moments. He also acted kinda nervous.

To make things random I'd like to say he's having a man period. It's...I-It's not possible, but it's funny!.... Right? Nevermind.

I don't know, he's probably just a bit sick or sleepy, likely both. I get cranky sometimes also so I can't blame him.

.....

On the bus, Patrick just fiddled with his phone he's just pretending to be on it so he can't talk to anyone because he looks busy. What am I saying? Ha, my brain is fucked up. That's not Patrick! ...Well, he's not acting like Patrick right now. I'm overeacting over something as silly as this? Really? Psh-aw.

.....

We get off the bus now, it's noon. My wife hasn't seen me all day, nor my kids so, God, I can finally relax... Just one thing.

He jumps a bit once I smack his shoulder playfully. "Hey, bro, you 'kay? Seeming a bit shaky today," I asked.

...Oops didn't mean for the shaky part to slip out. I feel overprotective now.

But he just looked at me for a few seconds. Smiled, nodded, and headed home.

Is that not what I call awkward? That's the only way to descibe today. Awkward, awkward, awkward.

I start heading home. Something's gotten over me today, I'm just caring to much. Wow, I got way to drunk last night.