*Patrick's POV*
"Alright, we're back," I hear Pete say.
The tour bus was almost empty. We, as a band, didn't talk much anymore. The ride to Chicago has been not only quiet, but upsetting for me.
I can't stop thinking about April. I can't stop thinking about the fight we had. I especially can't stop thinking about the fight we had. The screaming. The tears falling from her eyes. I've hda a migraine the whole ride back and I haven't been able to sleep.
I close my Macbook, get out of my bunk, and walk towards the front of the bus. I then remember there was one thing left in my bunk: a picture I put up of April and I when we went on that rollercoaster Pete made us go on back in Ohio. I walk back to my bunk, rip the picture of the wall, and throw it in the garbage. I don't know why I've held onto that for so long.
I walk back to the front of the bus and see Pete grabbing one of his suitcases, getting off the bus. He walks back on the bus after a few seconds and looks at me.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks, upsetly.
I just look at him, grab my suitcase, and walk past him. The only thing on my mind right now was April. What if she was with some other guy, what if she isn't safe?
"Dude, Hayley Williams is calling me," I hear Pete say. I don't listen to him and put one of my suitcases outside of the bus. I walk back on the bus to see Pete's eyes widened.
"No, no way," I hear Pete say. I look at him, confused.
"You wanted to go on tour with us?!"
I look at Pete, dropping my backpack. If this was Paramore calling us and saying they wanted to go on tour with us, then I absolutely had it. That would've been the opportunity of a lifetime, had I kept the band together.
"Alright, alright, bye," Pete says, hanging up his phone. He just looks at me and I sigh.
"April is probably happy where she is right now."
"What if she's with some other guy? What if she isn't safe?!" I exclaim to Pete, worried for April.
*April's POV*
The highway we were on was lit up with car headlights and city building lights. and we were stuck in traffic.
It was eight thirty in the evening, the sun was setting, and we were stuck on some highway named Interstate 90. It was getting cold, and the only thing I had was a light jacket on over my short sleeve shirt, along with jeans. We were almost into November, and I wasn't going to be surprised if it started snowing soon.
I knew that we were near Cheektowaga, but I didn't know where we were going in Cheektowaga.
A car pulls up next to us, and I clearly heard someone blasting "Saturday" by Fall Out Boy in their car. I see Zac look over and I look over, and then "Saturday" ends, fading into "Ignorance" by Paramore. Zac and his brother's last album with Paramore was Brand New Eyes, Ignorance being one of the singles off of Brand New Eyes. I see Zac turn his head again, looking back onto the road. I felt genuinely bad for him.
As traffic clears up, we speed up. I hear the engine rev up on the motorcycle and we get moving.
"Well, here it is," Zac says, as he turns off his motorcycle. I look at the casual house in front of us. The neighborhood we were in was definitely crowded with houses. It was pitch black outside, but street lights lit up the streets. He takes my helmet from me and hangs them off the handlebars.
I follow him towards the front door, nervously. He knocks on the door and I hear the handle open to the door.
"Zac, whaddup?!" I hear the guy say, excitedly. Zac gives him some sort of bro-hug and they both look at me. The guy he was staying with just looked like another common resident of Buffalo. He looked to be in his mid-20's, and wore a Hollister shirt with jeans. I smile politely.
"This is my friend, April," Zac says, introducing me.
"Hey, how are ya? John," he says, shaking my hand.
"April," I say, shaking his hand, despite Zac telling him my name.
"Come on in, guys!" John says, gesturing us inside. I was so grateful that John was so welcoming not only to Zac but to me, me being a stranger to both of them, technically. John's house was nice; it seemed very practical. I just wondered how a guy that was close to my age owned a house. Oh well.
"So how long have you two known each other? Zac never tells me much," he says, as we sit down in his living room. Zac and I look at each other.
"Awhile, yanno. Feels like I just met her today, though," he says, laughing nervously. I laugh along with him, which causes John to laugh. I just hoped that John wouldn't kick me out, when and/or if he found out Zac basically picked me up off the streets.
"She's a big fan of Fall Out Boy," Zac says, trying to stress to John who I really was. John stares at me and then his eyes widen.
"You're Stump's chick," he says, shocked. I close my eyes, sighing. That's the last thing I wanted to be known as. "Stump's chick."
*Pete's POV*
"It was your decision," I remind Patrick. I, for one, had no idea what I was going to do without my band.
"It was the right decision!" Patrick snaps at me, as we get the rest of our stuff off the bus.
"Thanks April," I mumble, pulling my last suitcase off the bus. I did wonder where she was. I knew she wasn't home. She could've been with Jake, but I highly doubt that anymore. She wasn't going to stay there forever. I just hoped she didn't run off with some stranger just because she upset.
