Warped Tour 2005

Chapter 8

I'm a terrible writer and suck at updates sorry y'all I'm losing motivation

Mikey's POV
Pete and I had walked back and we were on the tour bus. The other guys had gone back, leaving us alone together. I was so nervous to be alone with him, but there was also electricity. An electricity that modeled excitement filled my veins that I craved and that made me feel like I could do anything.
"You want to learn some of my songs now," I smiled. I'd been waiting to put my arms around him. Maybe it was for a lesson, but I felt closer to him that way. I was planning to teach him "I'm Not Okay(I Promise)," one of our most famous songs.
"I'd love to," Pete smiled. I put my arms around him, to try and help him find the chords and then got the urge to do something. I kissed his neck and slowly starting to suck and leave marks as he had a surprised expression thrown across his face. I was going up and eventually my lips landed on his cheeks. He turned around and kissed me on the lips. It seemed almost magical and exhilarating, filled with eagerness and nerves. We continued this way until we heard somebody opening the door. I jumped away from Pete and he stayed pressed up against the metal wall.
Frank walked in, of course. He looked between the two of us and smirked.
"We were just—" I said trying to defend myself.
"Oh save it, you two were making out," Frank smiled.
"Don't tell Gee because then he'll get all protective and shit."
"I won't, but you have to tell him eventually," Frank said looking down at me.
"I will, I will," I said as Pete looked at me.
"Okay, well the other guys are coming soon because we're leaving soon for the next stop," Frank said. Frank turned away and went to the back, leaving us alone.
I turned back to Pete, "Do you want to come with us tonight," I asked Pete hoping it wouldn't be too forward.
"I think I can make that work," Pete smiled. I smiled back.
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Pete's POV
It was nearing 4:00 pm as I walked out from the My Chem tour bus to tell the guys where I would be going that night. Heading over to my tour bus I saw Patrick coming over and ran up to him.
"Hey Pete," he waved at me. "We're gonna get ready to go now so you could just head in the bus,"he said motioning over to it.
"Actually I was going to be coming over in the My Chem tour bus," I said with an excited tone but I slowly stopped. Patrick knew me too well. He was just nervous for me.
"Hey Patrick, I'm okay," I said looking up at him. "I'll tell you if anything's wrong," I said smiling softly.
"Okay," he said his tone changing from a scared tone to a lighter one. "I trust you. I'll see you when we get there," he smiled.
"Okay," I said smiling as I walked back waving to him. I wasn't concerned about Mikey, or how he'd act, or if he'd hurt me. But just after having a bad relationship after a bad relationship I had a right to be nervous. I wouldn't let any of that stop me though because I had to move on and Mikey seemed like the perfect person to help me.
Entering the tour bus I was met with Frank and Gee curled up next to each other on the small bus as Ray was tuning his guitar.
Hearing the door open they turned their heads to me. "He's in the back," Gerard pointed towards the back which was closed off by a couple of curtains. As I opened them it revealed two sets of bunk beds on each side and in the back a door that supposedly led to the bathroom. Mikey wasn't on one of the beds so I just supposed Mikey had gone in there.

Third Person.
"Okay I'll just, wait here then," Pete said as he sat on what he assumed was Mikey's bed. The sheets were plain gray and it was pretty much identical to his tour bus beds. There were picks, clothes, and a book on the bed. Pete picked up the book, intrigued as to what he'd been reading. Brokeback Mountain. He heard the door open as Mikey straight to go to the others when he must have seen me he turned to face me.
"Oh, you're here," Mikey said surprised, but he immediately put a smile on his face. His cheeks taking on a pinkish tone, lighting up his pale face.
"I am," Pete smiled at him. "So, what's this?" I said holding up the book.
"Oh, just a book. You've read one right?"
"Of course I have, I went to high school," Pete said looking down.
"Oh, really?"
"Yep, New Trier graduate, 1996," he said proudly. Hell he hated the school, but graduated and got that diploma he'd never use, he thought. Mikey leaned closer to Pete grabbing the book from his hand as Mikey's hand glazed over Pete's leg and hand. Mikey smiled.
"It's about two people who meet each other out of nowhere and fall in love," Mikey said as distant excitement glazed his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk pulled at his cheek as Pete watched him with a certain fascination.
"It's about two people who fall in love and have to fight for it, who even hide it. It's about people who didn't have a right to be who they were for each other," Mikey said glancing down from Pete as his eyes followed his every move.
"Did you ever have that?" Pete asked.
"Have what?" Mikey looked confused.
"Have love. Have that feeling of being constantly pulled towards them. Have that feeling of adoration and fear for their every step. Have you ever felt it love," Pete said with nervousness laced in his tone.
"I don't think that I have," he said looking down. "I've liked people, but I've never felt the need to always be with someone, I guess."
"When you feel love, I guess I don't really think about it like that. It's the need to want the best for them, even if that doesn't include being with them. It's the need to want them to be happy and to do anything for them," Pete said thinking back at his bitter relationships. "It's putting them before yourself, even if it hurts." Mikey noticed the hurt in Pete's voice and he grabbed his hand and squeezed it trying to comfort him. Mikey could almost read his thoughts and realized that it was bringing back memories.
"Hey," Mikey said as he squeezed his hand, almost as a way of seeing I'm here. "Do you want to talk about it?" Mikey said putting his hand on Pete's shoulder so that they were almost face to face.
"I loved somebody and I thought they loved me, but it was a trick. They just used me. I guess you can see why so many of our songs are about heartbreak," Pete tried to make a joke, but nobody was smiling. Mikey wanted to help him, he wanted to fix him, but he didn't know how. He decided to go with what he thought would help.
"Hey, I'll never do that to you. I'll never let anybody hurt you, I promise," Mikey said as he hugged Pete. Pete was lost in thoughts about his facts and mistakes he made to realize that Mikey had been crying. They ended up staying like that for the rest of the trip as the band let them undisturbed.