Just Like Me

{4}

We walked downstairs and I watched as Pete plugged his bass in the amp. I loved his guitar playing. Patrick and Brendon pulled up a microphone and decided on which song to play. They chose 'Thriller' by FOB, since Pete's bass playing was aMaZiNg in this song.

Halfway through the song, I felt Brendon continue to stare at me. It gave me butterflies, so I slipped my fingers through Dan's, causing Brendon to blink and look away. They finished off the song and Patrick lowered the microphone. "Was it good?" He asked. "No...It was amazing!" Patrick blushed and Brendon leaned down and pecked my cheek. "Thanks..." I giggled.

(OK SO U KNOW WHAT BRENDON IS NOW 19 IN THIS FIC. LETS SAY DAN IS 17, PHIL IS 19, BRENDON IS 19, AND THE OTHERS ARE 18 JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC)

They played a couple more songs, and I was amazed. At the end, Brendon sat down next to me on the amp.

Dan smiled at him. "You sing really well." Brendon smiled. "Thanks." We all got up and started going up to the living room.

"Hey, we're going on tour soon, wanna come with us?" I choked. "We just met you dude!" Patrick giggled. Like, adorably. "I know." I jumped up and down like a little kid. Patrick stopped me by placing his hands on my shoulders. "Shhh...." I giggled and Dan slid his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"When's the tour starting?" I asked Patrick, who was lying on the couch, lazily eating an entire bag of potato chips.

"Uh...week." He said, looking up at me. I nodded. "When do you want us to go home?" I asked. He paused the TV. "Do you think we want you two to leave?" He asked, looking over. I shrugged. "I mean, I guess you guys kind of want time to yourselves..." I said gesturing to Pete and wiggling my eyebrows. He laughed and punched my arm. "It's fine. We have space." I smiled, punching his arm back.

Dans P.O.V.

Patrick got up and shook us awake. "Wanna go prank Pete?" He whisper shouted. I slowly but carefully moved my arm off of Phil and nodded. We walked to Pete's room where I saw he had already set it up. It was just the normal thing, a bucket of ice. "I don't know..." Patrick laughed and pulled me over. "It'll be fun!" I sighed and picked up the bucket with Pat. We struggled to get it over to him, and I tried to hold in a laugh as he nearly toppled over. We dumped it over Pete and Patrick started to die laughing. Pete glared at me, flicking me off.

He was ripping off his bedsheets and stuffing them into the wash. He turned around and glared at me. "It-It was just a j-j-joke!" I choked out. He grabbed me by my shirt and I flicked my eyes over to Patrick, as if to ask for help. He backed away, looking scared. "I. Don't. Fucking. Car-"

"Pete? What are you doing?"

Pete dropped me and I landed on my ass. Ryan was standing there, glaring. "What are you doing to Dan?" He asked, picking me up. I smiled at Ryan a little. "Him and Patrick poured ice water on me!" Ryan sighed. "Oh, it's alright!" Pete glared and pushed Ryan. Ryan pushed back. They got into a fight and Patrick cowered away again. I saw the door open and Brendon stood there and pulled them apart. He restrained Ryan and kissed him. "Stop..." Ryan blushed and nodded. Pete folded his arms like a 5 year old.

"What happened in there?" Phil asked, pushing aside his breakfast. Patrick sniffed and answered. "Well...uh...I had this idea to prank Pete, and got Dan in on it. We poured ice water on him and now he's all mad." He said, gesturing over to Pete, who was stuffing his mouth full of pancakes.

Phil walked over to him and quietly talked to him. We were all watching. Pete came over. "I'm sorry Dan..." I smiled and hugged him. "It's alright." Patrick got up and hugged him. Pete giggled and hugged back.

Phil smiled and sat next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. "gAY!" Brendon shouted at all of his. "You're the one that kissed Ryan!" Pete said. "I know...shut up..." Ryan leaned in and kissed his cheek and he turned and kissed him back, holding him tight. We all laughed.

"So...how many more days until the tour?" Ryan paused the TV and thought. "Uh, 6." I nodded and saw Brendon walk in. "wHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE DAN." We both laughed and Brendon jumped over me, holding him tight. "My wife..." He whispered, causing us to dissolve into a pile of giggles. Ryan tilted his chin up and pecked his lips. "Wait, aren't you going to announce that?" "Oh yeah! Take a picture, okay?" He tossed me his phone and I turned on the camera. They leaned in and kissed each other and I took a picture. I gave him back his phone and when he tweeted it, my phone buzzed. I set it to where I would get notifications whenever they tweeted.

Attached image of picture Brendon/Ryan is real!!!!!!!!!111!!1! I smiled. God that guy was on drugs, I swear. I looked at the replies. IM SCREAMING - MY HEARRT - gay. - I KNEW IT YOU SLUTS. - IM SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW I CAN HEAR MY PARENTS HELP I think their fans were on drugs too. I looked over and saw them continue to kiss, Brendon's arms pinning down Ryans as it got more intense. "Um." I took another picture just for...research...

Phil was sat next to me in the bedroom that they gave us for a while, kissing my neck. I moaned quietly, trying to make sure they didn't hear. He flipped me over on the bed and continued kissing my neck. He locked the door and kissed me, pulling off my shirt. I groaned as he kissed down my torso, tugging at my jeans. We heard a knock on the door. I threw on my shirt and opened it.

"Hey..." I started, whilst blushing. Pete was standing there. "I...heard moans..." My blush reddened. He raised his eyebrows and Phil was running his fingers through his hair. "I'll just...leave you two alone..." He shut the door and Phil locked it back, staring at me. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me.

I bit my lip as I pulled my jeans back on and Phil smiled. I was blushing severly, it was so awkward. I had never been in THAT kind of sexual situation. I opened the door and Brendon, Pete, Ryan, and Patrick nearly toppled over each other. "WHAT THE FUCK." I yelled. They laughed and got up, running off. I sighed and yawned. I jumped into bed and fell asleep.

- - -

I got up around 2 or 3, and didn't see Phil. I walked into the living room and saw Ryan with his arms around Brendon, but saw Phil with Patrick. I assumed it was a mistake and shrugged it off, opening up the fridge. I shut it and grabbed a bag of chips, and heard a bit of movement. I silently looked over and saw Phil cuddling into Patrick and sighed. I walked back to the room, turned on my phone, and played random apps until it was about 6.

I got up and tip-toed into the living room, to see if they were still in the same position. I looked over and saw Phil holding Patrick tight, both of them obviously awake. I resisted the urge to run over there and watched it happen. Patrick kissed Phil's cheek and I bit my lip, walking back to the room. I wasn't sad or angry or depressed or anything like that, but just wondering...why? I wasn't going to run in there and scream at him. I got up and walked in, and they noticed, instantly untangling themselves.

"We just fell asleep."

I nodded, holding back my words. "Okay." I walked in and sat on the couch, waking up Brendon. "Hey..." He grunted, sitting up. I nodded and switched on the TV, turning it to a random channel. We sat in silence until Pete walked in. "Hey..." He yawned. I smiled and Pete sat down next to me. Patrick and Phil seemed to be getting a little close and I bit my lip, and sighed.

The day seemed to go by quick, as it was lunch time. Ryan and Brendon had already made out, I swear they needed a room, and Patrick and Phil wouldn't leave each others sides. I wanted to punch them in the face. Phil moved over to me and tried to hold my hand, but I pulled away. He sighed, looking back at Patrick. Patrick snuggled into him and I was officially jealous. I dug my fingers into the pillows and stormed out to my 'room'. I shut and locked the door and started crying into the pillow. I heard numerous knocks on the door but ignored them, crying harder. The knocking just stopped and I covered myself up under the blanket, still crying.

I got up after about 30 minutes and walked out to see Patrick kissing Phil. I slammed the bedroom door to get their attention. They jumped.

"I-"

I grabbed the door handle and walked out. I couldn't take it. 

I was leaving.