What the Average Fangirl Thinks [COMPLETED]

Peterick One-Shot

This is for you takethisfolieadeux
Stress Reliever

Patrick POV
      
                   From across the room I could hear groans and sighs almost every three seconds. Paper was flying across the room and I had no idea where it came from. The only people on the tour bus were Marcus, our security guard, and Pete, bassist and my best friend. He might be the reason that the floor is covered in paper.

          I tried not to make as much noise as possible, which was hard considering there was paper everywhere and some random Oreo wrappers on the floor. Pete was sitting on a table instead of a chair, a notepad and pen in his lap, his hands burrowed in his hair, and not to mention a lot of paper near him.

"Hey man are you okay?" I said breaking the silence, making him look at me.

                        When he looked at me I never realized how tired he actually was. His eyebrows furrowed together as if it were permanently glued that way. His hair in tangles, black streaks coming through the bleached head, curls now vaguely visible, disheveled in fact. Shadows under his eyes. He looked horrid.

                          But underneath my ring on my left ring finger I could feel my heart pounding, for someone that doesn't own the other part of the commitment bangled in gold.

"Yeah I'm fine it's just... Writer's block. You should be sleeping right now. I mean you are in your pajamas so go I'm fine." He said showing me a small grin, but I knew he wanted to keep me away.

"No way Wentz. Take a break from that. Come with me I know just the thing." I left the room waiting in the kitchen area, hearing tons of cups falling on the floor. I didn't see coffee anywhere so soda will have to do.

"Alright I'm here. Now what?" He said, slightly exasperated.

"We eat," I start to say opening two boxes of leftover cold pizza,"pizza!"

"My favorite." He almost whispered.

"You know what goes well with this?" I ask.

"Pepperoni?" He added in trying to find a slice with the topping.

"Yeah that but, how about a game of Mario Kart?" I ask.

"You're on Stump!" He said grabbing a Coke and two slices of pizza before throwing himself on the couch waiting for me to accompany him.

"You're going down Wentz!" And with that the game began.

-after seven rounds of Mario Kart and cursing-

"FUCK HOW? YOU'RE CHEATING! I KNOW YOU ARE!" Pete yelled in frustration trying to get my controller.

"It's not my fault you suck at this game." I say not taking my eyes off the screen.

                            Suddenly a hand comes at me,aiming for my controller but instead grabs hold of my hand, interlocking fingers with me in order to pry the controller from me. He doesn't succeed so he wraps his legs around my stomach and tries to pin me down but I flipped to my side making us fall to the floor with a thud.

                Suddenly a clang and roll comes to sound as my marriage ring comes off my finger. I barely pay attention to it as I notice that my breathing was heavier and yet calmer than most of the time. I could hear muffled giggles in my ear and felt the tickle of soft curls in my face that smelled of home,happiness,and compassion. It smells of something I could get trapped in all day.

                     Next thing I knew he stopped. I was below him,the controller far away from us. But he had my hands and knees pinned down. His big brown eyes were filled with lust and curiosity. I don't have my ring in so it wouldn't matter. I leaned upwards,propping my elbows up for support and collided with his lips.

                  It was better than I could have imagined it. He moved slowly with me,knowing that I wasn't used to this. I still couldn't believe that it was Pete. His normally rough looking lips were the softest things I've ever touched. The taste of carbonated sugar still lingering making the kiss that much sweeter. I slowly gained more confidence and put my fingers in his hair letting them get tangled in his head.

                      He slowly inched closer, licking my bottom lip making me gasp in surprise but cut off short once his tongue had entered my mouth. It was not supposed to happen but I let him take control. Let him slowly take in as much of my mouth as possible. For those moments I felt truly in love. A true feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

                    As much as I hated to, I pushed Pete away from me, needing air for my burning lungs. I deeply inhaled as I saw Pete breathing deeply, his face flushed red as if he was embarrassed that this happened.

"Hey I'm sorry about-" but Pete didn't get to finish.

                 I took the chance and gave him a kiss hoping he'll return it. He took my hand and closed his own in mine. Foreheads touching and lips together it was an amazing state to be. But this couldn't last long.

" I have to get back to writing. I think my writer's block was cured. Thanks for the help." Pete said slowly getting up, but not forgetting to kiss me on the cheek. I was left on the floor with my own thoughts and the feeling of love lingering.

                      I walked to my bunk stopping to check on Pete, back writing but with a smile on his face not bothering to fix the work that I had done to him.

                       I had gone to sleep with thoughts of happiness and a few hours later with a pair of tan, tattooed arms and legs around me, love present. Lost in the fabric of his shirt and crook of Pete's neck, I completely forgot about the ring lost somewhere on the messy tour bus.

There I finished! What did you think?