Life On Tour (Peterick Sequel)

Got To Start Somewhere

Very time-lapsey and sucky, but I promise I will do better. School just started and it's kinda pressuring so it's harder to write rn. Plus I've vowed to make these updates longer. also pATRICKS GOING GO BE A DAD WHAT

"Eeeeek!"

You could recognize that squeal from miles away.

"Patrick I'm so excited! I can't wait to finally be back up on stage and ahhh!" I laughed as the inner twelve-year-old came out of the blue-haired girl jumping around in front of me.

"Quick question Hayley, how is it you're twenty six again?" She playfully slapped me on the arm and went to greet the rest of my band as I did hers. "Hey Taylor, Jeremy."

They both walked up to me and we did that, bro-handshake-pull-into-a-hug thing that I never did well with for being so short and awkward.

"Congrats by the way man," Jeremy motioned to my left hand once we both pulled away. My face, once again, turned pink and I glanced at the ground before responding with a simple and quiet "thanks"

Taylor came up and slapped my back. "C'mon Patrick! You gotta stop getting embarrassed so easily! Said it loud, "I love Pete Wentz!" Ok, say it." I laughed and gave a "Umm no thanks...we're in the middle of our bus parking lot Taylor..."

"Oh please, it's not that hard! Look, I'll do it. I LOVE PETE WENTZ!" He screamed.

"THE FUCK?" Pete yelled back from across the lot. I giggled after seeing him walk over to us a few minutes later. "What is...what?" Taylor had a sly grin plastered on his face while Jeremy was biting his hand and trying hard not to laugh. I was doing almost the same.

"Okay guys let's get up and start rolling!" Our manager yelled, making us say our quick goodbyes and scrambling off onto each band's buses, getting things settled to begin the drive.

I ran up the steps, greeted our driver, and smiled at the living arrangements for the next few months before me. Tour was really such a great experience.

I looked around and saw Andy already setting up the Playstation, (typical) Joe throwing a bunch of his snacks into the tiny fridge we had, (basic) and caught a quick glimpse of Pete before his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the small bedroom in the back of the bus.

He threw me down onto the bed, despise my failing attempts to escape his grasp, and climbed on top of me. Before he got the chance to go any further, I pushed on his tan chest with my hands.

"Pete, not now." His face fell in disappointment.

"Why not?"

"Because we literally haven't even moved out of the lot yet! Plus I would really like to get my things out of my bag and organized since I have the chance."

He rolled his eyes, scoffed, and got off of me, pulling my arms with him. He tugged on my t-shirt and got it over my head in under two seconds flat. I covered my bare stomach with one arm and reached for the shirt that he held in his hand with the other.

"If you want to put your clothes away...you could at least start with these." I rolled my eyes and reached for the black material again.

"Ok at least do it with your shirt off because you look so much sexier without it," Pete said in defeat, throwing the shirt behind him and wrapped his arms around my waist while leaning his chin on top of my head...or hat really.

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"No.....no......no......no..no...NO! HOW DARE YOU?"

Well at first I was fiddling around on GarageBand but Joe's pleading cries forced me to pull out my earphones and investigate. The three were playing MarioKart. I'm not even joking.

For being on tour with these guys for ten years or so, you could play any game with them ranging from from first-person shooter games to High School Musical karaoke, and all of them would just laugh it off, never take it seriously.

But the second you pass them in MarioKart,

Shit just got real.

"Pay up!" Andy said boastingly, sticking out his hand as Pete and Joe both passed over a five dollar bill each.

I attempted to contain my laughter at the two grown men in front of me sulking about a simple video game, but unfortunately I failed.

"Whatchu laughin at Stump? You think this is funny?" Joe tried and tried to keep the smile off of his face but he too was not a natural actor.

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I was just beginning to doze off on the couch after the first show. Joe and Pete were both asleep while Andy was hanging out somewhere around the venue.

My initial plan was to reply to some fans on twitter before residing off to the bedroom for the night, but that seemed to be cut short by me nodding into sleep with my unlocked phone laying face-down on my chest.

It was probably somewhere around 11:00, way to early for me to be tired on tour, even after playing our first "real show" in almost two years. I was a night owl and did basically anything I could find to do, then passed out around two or three, then slept until noon or even later. Then we'd go for sound check and the show and everything would repeat.

I think I was a bit delusional at that moment, still half asleep and half awake, but soon Andy trudged up the bus steps and almost stomped through the living area, being oblivious to me on the couch.

"I am straight. I am straight. I am straight." He muttered under his breathe before disappearing into the bunk section. I wanted to sit up and question him, but the darkness of slumber soon took me under it's spell.