*Hey guys! Sorry it took forever to get an update out...I went on vacation! But, I just got a new laptop, and brought it with me so that I could write on the road in Word and then just update right when I got home! I would've updated where I was but I had a really bad wifi connection. I hope you guys are doing well, and here's an update!*
"I can almost guarantee he'll come back with the guys," Jake says to me, as I sit on his couch, leaning over, hands together, worried. It's been hours since I talked to Pete.
"Jake, he's Pete."
"If he cares about his friend, they'll come back."
"Jake, they don't even know where you live, and Pete won't answer the phone anymore."
I was extremely worried. I was worried about how this would all play out. Patrick literally wanted the band to end because Pete kicked me out. To me, I thought that was a bit extreme, but my opinion isn't important right now. What's important is that I talk to not only Patrick but the rest of the guys.
I was still really, well, upset with Pete. Was upset the right word to use? The anger has gone away, but I was still upset with all his decisions.
I try calling Joe, then Andy, then Patrick, even their tour manager. No one was picking up. I try to call Pete again. We hear a knock on the door from upstairs, but Jake doesn't even bother getting it.
"Jake, there's someone here for you!" his mom yells. Jake decided that he'd live with his parents until he could get a real job, or in other words, finish college and leave his part time job at Panera Bread.
"I'll be right back, keep trying to call them," Jake says, getting up. I nod my head and try to call their tour manager again as Jake walks up the stairs.
As the phone rings, Jake calls me upstairs. I just sit on his couch downstairs, until he yells for me again. I roll my eyes, hang up the phone, and walk up the stairs. I walk through the main living room and walk up to the door. Jake looks at me worriedly, then steps out of the way. Pete was standing at the door.
"Hi?" I say, confusedly, walking towards him even more.
"Hey, April, come talk to Patrick," Pete says, gesturing me to follow him. I just look at him, shocked.
"How did you even find us?"
"I'm Pete. Now come talk to him."
"I'm gonna need a better answer than 'I'm Pete'," I tell him, crossing my arms. "I'm gonna need a lot of answers."
"Look, I promise I will tell you how we got here and everything if you just come talk to him!" Pete pleads, gesturing towards the tour bus. I look at Jake and he just shrugs. I sigh and walk outside, following Pete.
As I step on the tour bus, it was like everything was back to normal...except half of the things were gone. I gulp. They weren't kidding when they said they wanted to break up.
"Patrick!" Pete calls, walking over to the bunks. I stand near the door of the bus and grip onto the railing tightly. "What have I done?" I think, looking around, nervously.
Patrick comes out of his bunk, and sits down on the couch. He had a denim button down shirt on and black pants, but no fedora. He just looks at me.
I try to think of something to say; an easy, nice, polite way to start a conversation.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I scream, looking around. Well, that works, too. Patrick just puts his head down, sighing. Pete just looks at me, eyes widened. He didn't think I'd start out by saying that.
"I just don't find a purpose for the band anymore," Patrick mumbles, staring at the floor. I just look at him like he was insane.
"No, it's because I left...no wait, YOUR FRIEND did this. PETE did this. He was the one who made me leave. Why in the hell do you think I'd come back to you after one of your bandmates kicked me off the bus and LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?"
"I THOUGHT YOU'D COME BACK BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" Patrick stands up, screaming. I back up a little, very, very shocked Patrick screamed. You would never expect this out of him, ever. I look at Pete, who looked even more shocked.
"I MET YOU LITERALLY TWO WEEKS AGO, GIVE IT A BREAK!" I scream at him. "HOW CAN YOU FALL COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE THAT FAST?! MY GOD, YOU'RE AN ADULT, THINK LIKE ONE!"
"DON'T TELL ME-"
"ALRIGHT!" Pete screams, standing up. "Now if you two are adults, why don't you TALK LIKE ADULTS?!"
I just look at Patrick. He stares at me, hyperventilating from screaming.
"If he really thought like an adult, this band wouldn't be falling apart because of some girl he met at a concert in Buffalo," I say to both of them. They just stare at me and I turn around, walking off the bus. Let them break up. Let all their fans know that they broke up because Patrick was just upset about one girl. Let the fans get mad. I didn't care. It was their stupid decision, after all.
"DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!" I hear Pete yell, as I walk back into Jake's house. I turn around and walk towards him.
"WHAT I'M DOING?! PETE, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS! PATRICK WANTS TO END A BAND BECAUSE OF SOME GIRL! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? I CAN'T CONTROL ANYTHING!" I scream at him, pointing at him and the bus.
"I DON'T LOVE HIM, PETE. I NEVER WILL. AS FAR AS I KNOW, HE'S JUST SOME GUY I MET AT A CONCERT AND DECIDED TO HANG OUT WITH LIKE, ONCE!"
Pete just stares at me. He knew everything I was saying was right. He nods his head a little bit, and walks back onto the bus. The bus starts up after a minute, and I watch it drive away. I walk back into the house and Jake stands at the doorway.
"So?" Jake asks.
I lean in to kiss him and he accepts it. It's not the first time we've kissed, but it's definitely been awhile. I look at him and then give him a hug.
Maybe this is the way things were meant to be.
