actual stuff that's supposed to be on this app

the story i guess

So this was inspired by the song "Catch Me If You Can Kid" which is up top if you wanna listen to it or haven't heard it before. Also Pete and Patrick's relationship in this is platonic, it's not a Peterick or anything, sorry lol. Anyway, enjoy.

Pete stared at the ceiling of his bunk. His whiskey eyes were marked with yesterday’s eyeliner and built up dark circles. His mind raced a million miles an hour. Thoughts were buzzing around his head, making it impossible for Pete to shut his eyes. He had no idea what time it was. It had felt like it had been only a few minutes since he started laying down, but it had probably been hours.

Essentially, this is what tour was to Pete. You live on a cramped bus, play shows in crowded and sweaty rooms, then try your best to sleep. But the last step never succeeds. The stale routine gets exhausting after a while. No pun intended. 

Pete wishes he could take a break from this entire lifestyle sometimes, then come back when he wanted. Cause there are some good parts. You meet amazing people, travel the world with your best friends, and hear total strangers repeat back words you wrote in your bedroom. But the bad outweighs the good. 

Pete’s stomach grumbled, which made him jolt out of his thoughts. The rumble reminded Pete that he hadn’t had anything to eat since 8:00 P.M. last night. It was probably early morning by now. 

Pete slowly slithered out of his bunk; careful as to not wake any of his bandmates. This turned out to be quite the struggle, since Pete slept on the highest bunk and was only 5”6. Once his feet touched the floor, Pete felt the vibration of the bus moving below him. He had no idea where he and the band had to be that morning, but it must be far from where they were yesterday. 

Yesterday’s show was in Miami, and Pete could barely remember it. It was hot as hell down there, and the heat had been messing with his brain. He did remember what an exhausting show it was though. Pete had been jumping and spinning all around the stage, and that combined with the heat had tired him out. 

As Pete trudged into the kitchen area of the bus; he noticed a bottle of pills on the table. He picked it up, and read the label. It was Pete’s prescription of Ambien. No wonder he couldn’t sleep. Damn, he was really going to perform terribly at the show today. 

Pete grabbed a bag of chips and a glass of water, sitting down at the table. As he chewed, he checked his phone. It was almost 6 in the morning, and Pete had a couple notifications he hadn’t opened. He ignored the updates, and set his phone down. Andy would be up soon. He was always up bright and early.

Pete didn’t want to interact with anyone that morning, so he finished up his chips and swallowed the water down, not bothering to take his pill. He was about to try to go back to bed, but there really was no point in that. So, Pete decided he’d take a walk. The only time he had been outside on this tour was to go into the venue or get coffee. He could use some fresh air. 

Pete tip-toed to the very back of the bus; sneaking past his sleeping band members. He opened the door and a dog’s head turned towards him.

“Hey Hemmy,” Pete whispered. “Be quiet, okay buddy?” Hemingway didn’t understand English, but kept his mouth shut nonetheless. Pete grabbed a backpack; stashing a couple things in it. He planned to not come back until it was absolutely necessary. Pete leashed up his dog, and sneaked through the bus again. He carried Hemmingway in his arms to make sure the pup made as little noise as possible. 

Pete asked the bus driver to stop and let him out, then opened the bus door to a cool morning. It was still dark out, which helped the calming atmosphere. He set the dog down, and Hemingway quickly tried to run off. However, Pete kept a tight grip on his leash. The cold breeze blew across Pete’s tan face, washing away the sweat and stench of the tour bus.