Life On Tour (Peterick Sequel)

The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You

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I let my mind wander for a moment, trying to figure out why Andy was kissing me until I finally though that I should stop him.

"What the fuck Andy?" I said after I pulled back from him. "What were you trying to accomplish there?"

"Okay I'm sorry Patrick, I knew I should have just asked you for more advice or if that would be okay. I just got kind of nervous and I jumped straight to the point." Andy put his hands up to his face and he turned away from my frustrated gaze. I was still infuriated on why I hadn't gotten an exact answer.

"What do you mean 'advice' or 'if that would be okay'? And you still haven't answered my question." My face was red and my mouth was dry, even though I knew I was overreacting about the situation. I really don't know why I was so angry at the time, I just felt like it would lead to something worse.

"I was just questioning myself again! You know you've always heard it, 'Andy Hurley is the straightest man alive.' I know I'm straight, I was just wanting to...I don't know...be sure of it. Sorry for upsetting you." Andy turned on his heal and walked into the blazing sunlight. I opened my mouth for something to come out and have him turn around, but I bit my lip in confusion of not knowing what to say.

I shook my head in frustration and went back on my way to the bus. Around me people were loading up equipment and getting ready to head out to the next stop later that night.

I allowed myself to clench and unclench my fists as I raced to the air-conditioned bus in the sunlight. It wasn't really that I was mad at Andy, it was that I was just a little bit frustrated with his action. The past few days for me weren't going well, starting with my parents and ending with the unusual internet hate, and now this. I knew I was overreacting, but I just didn't know what to do.

I walked up the stairs and ran into Joe, completely distracted from the world by the Xbox that sat on the floor in front of him. I trudged past without even a hello, not even sure he noticed me in the first place. I made my way to the back room, ready to just lay down on the bed and relax.

When I opened the door of the bedroom, I was surprised to see it was empty. I expected Pete to stay there as I was gone considering how tired he was, especially since I hadn't left for long. I ventured back out into the living space where Joe had paused his game to look at something on his phone.

"Hey do you happen to know where Pete is?" I asked when he looked up at my figure standing in the doorway.

"He walked off maybe around ten minutes ago. Where he went, I can't help you with that."

"Okay thanks anyway."

I went back into the bedroom knowing that looking for him in this big of an area would be useless, plus it wasn't a dire emergency for me to see him.

I flopped down on the unmade bed and pulled out my phone that seemed to consume a large portion of my life. My fingers glided to the blue Twitter app and I was surprised to see that the last tweet I had sent out was over three weeks ago. It always seemed so hard for me to stay updated on social media, I didn't understand how the others had time to post everyday about something random. I quickly typed up a message, hitting send and getting a monstrous amount of replies almost instantaneously.

@patrickstump
Hi everybody. Sorry I haven't been online in a while, q&a to make up for it?

It always surprised me how many people seemed to have me or one of the guys as their profile picture. I did see a few personal pictures every now and then, but they mostly seemed to be edits of us or other celebrities.

@phancakes
How is touring with Paramore and NP so far?

@patrickstump
Amazing! Everyone gets along so well and I'm glad we were able to share this experience with them.

@supernatural_fanboy
When are you going to start posting on Instagram again??

@patrickstump
Oh Instagram? Totally forget about it. I don't even think I remember my password anymore. Maybe I'll get around to it someday.

@bryanisgay
Please tell me there is new music on the way

@patrickstump
No promises for the near future, but I'm always writing.

@troylervstronner
Will you and Pete ever have a kid together? It would be so cute!

@patrickstump
Sorry to break it to you, but unfortunately it's not physically possible.

I closed my eyes for a moment and though about having a baby around the house. Pete and I had spoken about adopting in the past, but what would happen when we went on tour? We couldn't just leave our daughter or son with someone for three or four months! And we couldn't really bring he or she along with us either. I had always wanted to be a father, and Pete knew that. Watching him raise Bronx was amazing and I couldn't even imagine how wonderful it would feel to raise a baby with Pete.

The soft sound of buzzing and the staggered vibrations of my phone made my eyes shoot open from the daydream and look down at the phone that lied on my stomach. I picked it up and saw the screen, revealing that the vibrations were signaling a call from Kevin. I scrunched my face slightly, not expecting a call from him. I answered anyway, still eager to talk to my brother at anytime.

"Hello?"

"Hey Patrick," Kevin said in a quick and shaky voice that made my heart race speed up. "I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but something has happened in the family."

I frantically sat up, my throat starting to go dry from all the scenarios running through my head. "What is it? Is everyone okay?"

"It's Megan," he answered. "She's sick. It's...cancer."