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Part Fifteen

Keliah's POV

The last few days have been...interesting. Morning sickness is still getting the better of me, as always, but it doesn't help that while I'm pathetically vomiting in the bathroom, the guys are being loud and obnoxious next door. When I say, "the guys" is really only mean 3 of the 4. Patrick hasn't hardly left my side since he found out about the baby, and he's helped a lot in the past week. But "the guys" over there have done nothing more than try to fight out their epic battle for Farrah.
Farrah came back to hers and my hotel room, so right now it's me, Patrick and her. Luckily, we all get along. However, in random times of the day, we'll hear someone scream in agony, most likely because of pranks or evil things that they pull on each other. Just about 2 days ago, Andy had put toothpaste on their toilet seat. Pete was the first to go in there and use it. Pete proceeded to scream and chase Andy around for...about 10 minutes and then the fighting ended. Another example. Patrick went over there to grab some more of his clothes to wear over here, and while he was in his room, he was trapped in there for 20 minutes because Pete decided to duct tape Joe to Patrick's door, after Joe gave Pete bad coffee. And the door was blocked, therefore making it impossible to open. After a lot of screaming and yelling, Patrick and Joe were both released and Patrick proceeded to run out of the room.
Farrah's really been upset over the whole ordeal. I know she likes all of them; she's admitted to it. She liked the band as a whole anyways, she just deep down found them all attractive. And since I had Patrick, and he was interested in me, she fell for the other three instead. She's always been a sucker for drummers and guitar players anyways. It's been like this since we were in high school. She was always dating the "one guy in that one band". It's almost comical and ironic to think that not too long ago, she was dating them, and now, when faced with 3 musicians that like her, she doesn't want anything to do with them until they get it settled. Which is understandable. I do feel bad for her.
Every time Patrick goes over to the band's room, he tries his hardest to stop it. It usually ends up with him getting caught in some situation and then running back into our room. He tries, I know he does. He doesn't like seeing Farrah upset anymore than I do. It's sweet really, that he cares for her like I do. However, I have learned he doesn't like to see any girl upset. A girl crying is his biggest weakness. He absolutely hates to see it, so he tries everything in his power to make the girl stop crying. It's one of the things I admire about him. But it hasn't done any good in Farrah's situation, and he's getting exhausted trying to get the guys to stop so she can be happy again. He says it won't be long until they've got it all out of their system and come to a "winner" of sorts.
He actually means that it CAN'T be long until they stop.
Fall Out Boy goes back on tour in only about a week and a half, and he's worried they won't get themselves together in time. It has to be dying down by now though, the pranks have gone from at least 5 a day to only about 2 a day. That's improvement, right? I can only hope so...I really hope the baby isn't hearing all of this.
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It was mid-afternoon, and Patrick was going to go over to the band's room again to grab his guitar. He was almost slowly moving himself into our hotel room. But I didn't mind, and neither did Farrah. We liked having him around. However, I was worried when he said he was going back over there. The pranks had gotten worse throughout the day, and though there were less of them, they were getting more serious. Or at least it was involving more important stuff. Joe glued Andy's drum set to the floor this morning and of course, our kitchen was filled with the muffled screams of Joe and the frustrated yelling of Andy trying to get his drum set unglued. I didn't want Patrick to get put in the middle of this, but he insisted.
"Look, babe, I'll be fine. I promise. If anything happens, I promise I'll yell out your name."
"So I can come save you?" I said, playing with the collar on his shirt and looking into his comforting, sparkling green eyes.
"Yes, so my amazing wife-to-be can come rescue me." he grinned, looking down on me and kissing me on the lips. It was a short kiss at first, but when he tried to pull away, I grabbed his neck and gently forced his lips on mine. He reacted quickly and kissed with more force, running his hands through my hair. His hands slowly moved downwards on my body, soon massaging my backside. I felt his hands pull me closer to him and I felt myself smile during the kiss. I massaged my hands over his shoulders, gliding them to his neck and started playing with his hair. I ran one finger down the back of his neck, and I felt him shiver against me and kiss me harder. We kissed for awhile longer and he soon pulled back.
"I really have to get my guitar..." he tried to say as I kissed his neck. I slowly kissed his neck one more time and looked him in the eyes.
"Alright. Go get your guitar. But this is not over, Mr. Stump." I said, wiggling my finger at him and pulling away so he could get to the door.
"I should definitely hope not." he grinned, and walked out the door to the other room.
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Patrick's POV

I slowly opened the door, hoping to avoid whatever antics were going on so I could just grab my guitar and leave. I saw something hurdling towards my face and I shut the door quickly to dodge whatever was coming at me. I heard glass break, making me think it was a vase or something, and guys yelling. I hastily opened the door again, and ran into my room, looking around me like something was going to kill me. I closed the door to my room, and quickly scanned my room to make sure nothing was astray. I opened my closet, just to be safe and I hung my head in embarrassment when I seen what was in there. Pete was stripped down to nothing except his boxers, and he was tied and taped to the clothes rung. He hung there, looking like an emo-anime version of Jesus on the cross and I sighed. 
"Seriously?" I asked, walking over to him to look him in the eye. There was duct tape over his mouth so I thought I would take the opportunity.
"So, this is what you guys have dropped down to? Are you serious? Tying and duct taping people to walls and clothes rungs? Is that any way to act?"
He rolled his eyes and me and hung his head. He tried muttering something, but the duct tape stopped his words from coming out.
"Yeah, great answer. So, tell you what. I'll make a deal with you. If you surrender in this fight, and let it go down to only 2 people, then I will help you get out of this mess you're in." Pete's face got an angry expression and he started trying to yell at me again. "...Or, you know...I could just close this door and walk away pretending nothing ever happened..." I spoke calmly and slowly backed away towards the door. Pete's face contorted quickly into a worried face and a look of defeat. I nodded. "I thought so."
As I walked towards Pete, the worried look continued on, and he looked behind me, still trying to say something.
"What the-" I said, and I was quickly duct taped around my wrists and my legs.
"KELIAH!!!!!"
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Keliah's POV

I heard Patrick yell my name. I nearly dropped my coffee cup, but I quickly set it down on the counter. I grabbed Farrah and we both ran over next door. We opened the door slowly, hoping to not be heard. We crept in slowly, neither one of us had shoes on, so wherever we stepped we could be as quiet as possible.
"Where is he?" I hissed quietly. "He can't have just...disappeared."
Farrah tapped me on the shoulder. "Find somewhere to hide, like behind the couch or something, I'll be a distraction, then you can go find Patrick. His guitar is in his room, right? So, check in there first."
Before I could say anything in protest, Farrah quickly moved in front of me, walking normally, throwing open any door she could find. She was out for vengeance. I could tell. She'd had enough with their crap and she was about to take care of it. Joe and Andy rushed out into the living room and their mouths dropped when they seen Farrah. She looked like a mess, as did I, and yet they were still drooling over her.
"Farrah, we though you'd-"
"We missed you so-"
"So who do you think is-"
"Why haven't you talked to us-"
They were both talking quickly and I seen Farrah give me a thumbs up behind her back, and I knew it was my signal to go.
I ran from behind the couch, ninja-like, and got to Patrick's door. I slowly opened it, worried that maybe Pete was in here, waiting to get me too. I quickly scanned the room, and nothing was there. I started to hear muffled screams as I walked around the room. It took me a few minutes before I had finally pinpointed it as coming from the closet. I cautiously opened the closet door and first seen Pete, hanging there with nothing but boxers on, and shook my head. "Nope, you're not Patrick..." As I said those words, I heard another voice and I looked to my left and saw Patrick hanging up on the clothes rung across from Pete, duct tape over his mouth as well.
"Oh, god, sweetie, what did they do this time..." I sighed, trying to carefully pull off the duct tape from his face. I peeled it off slowly but surely, and Patrick talked a mile a minute.
"Kel, they have a roll of duct tape, and....and...they're not afraid to use it...."
I busied myself trying to pull him loose from the clothes rung, carefully pulling at the tape. "I know they do. I can tell. Right now they're distracted, so we have to get you out of here...and Pete too, I guess." I said, quickly shooting an annoyed look at Pete.
I had finally got the last piece of duct tape off of his legs, so that way he wouldn't fall face first into the floor when he was freed, and then I pulled the last piece from his wrists. He dropped down from the rung, brushed himself off and we both quickly ran over to Pete, quickly ripping at the tape. We eventually got him free and we all carefully and quietly walked out of the room into the living room.
Farrah was busy yelling at Joe and Andy for being imbeciles. She was angry, I know it. She wasn't acting anymore, she was PISSED. Knowing her for many many years has taught me that when she's genuinely angry, she gets this strange look in her eye and her bright blue eyes almost appear to go dark. I knew better than to drag Pete and Patrick into this first, so I walked out casually and stood by her side. She quickly turned to me, "Did you find him?"
"Yep. Him AND Pete. And guess where they were."
"Where?"
"They were both in Patrick's closet. Duct taped to the clothes rung." I said, shooting a glare at Andy and Joe who both quickly looked down in embarrassment. Patrick and Pete had inched their way out of the room and sat on the sofa. Andy was the first to say something.
"BUT PETE STARTED IT!"
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?" Farrah screamed.
"You know he did! This whole thing would've stayed between Joe and I and it never would've been this bad, but then he slept with you, and he got involved and he kept pranking us, so we had no choice but tape him up!"
"And what was your excuse for taping up Patrick? What the FUCK did he do to you guys?"
"We were kind of afraid that he would come after us after he seen Pete, so-"
"Oh, so because you two decided to be pussies, you taped him inside a closet. Very classy. Definitely."
"Look, Farrah, we didn't mean for all this to happen. We all like you a lot and-"
"No, no, no. I'm going to settle this, right now. Pete, go get...clothes or something."
I looked at her, puzzled. Whispering, I asked, "What are you going to do?"
"We're going to have a make out contest. Whichever kiss I like the most will be the winner and then this nonsense can stop."
I shrugged and took the spot next to Patrick on the sofa. I quickly wrapped my arms around his, and he kissed me on the forehead, stroking my hair. I looked up at him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're ok."
"I'm just happy that I didn't get stuck in a closet. Sometimes I wonder what would happen to be if I didn't have you."
I giggled and laid my head back on his shoulder. "You'd still be getting trapped inside closets, that's for sure."
Pete walked in shortly after, and he was finally fully clothed. They all stood awkwardly in a line in front of Farrah as she paced back and forth.
"Ok, so this is how this is going to work. I'm going to kiss each one of you. Whichever one I like the most will win and that is the END OF ALL THIS. No more fighting. Got it?"
They all shook their heads vigorously. Joe was first in line. Patrick and I watched with a mix of disgust and pure interest. The both of them pressed up against each other as soon as their lips met. Her hands went to his hair and he slowly moved his hands around her waist. Farrah pulled away from him and looked at him for a second, and then moved to Andy. Their kiss was more slow, and more passionate. They stayed apart for awhile, but her hands slowly wrapped around his neck and he slid his hands onto her hips. Again, Farrah broke apart from the kiss, and moved onto Pete. They moved together quickly, but the kiss was slow. They moved together in perfect rhythm, and their hips moved closer together. Just as they were about to touch, Farrah pulled back quickly. She started pacing back and forth again and headed toward us. She whispered and leaned in close.
"Which one should I pick?"
"It's your decision, hon, I don't know what to tell you." I said, still leaning on Patrick. "I actually feel like I just watched something I shouldn't have."
Farrah turned to Patrick. "What do you think?"
Patrick nervously adjusted his hat and looked at the guys. "Uh...well...to be perfectly honest, all of those kisses looked pretty genuine. I don't think I could pick for you, Farrah."
"Alright...fine. I think I've got this." She turned away from us and paced in front of them again. "So. Each one of your kisses were...amazing. But the one that I felt the most from was...I can't believe I'm saying this...Joe. I liked your kiss the best."
Andy and Pete looked at each other in defeat, while Joe had a glowing look on his face. "HA! I told you guys! I liked her first, so there!"
Farrah smiled at him and then turned to the other guys. "I'm really really sorry you guys. I really didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I hope you'll forgive me."
Pete shrugged and looked at her. "Nah...it's not a problem. We understand. Right, Andy?"
"Yeah..sure." he said, nodding. His face was a little red, but I couldn't be sure whether it was from anger or embarrassment.        
"Um. Ok then. We're good then, right?" Farrah said, her face turning red as well, most likely out of embarrassment. They both nodded and looked at their shoes. I knew she felt bad about all of this. But she had to do it to get them off each others backs. As long as she was picking who she really liked, then this wouldn't get any worse. At least it was all over. Farrah piped back up to break the silence. "So. All this ridiculous fighting is done now right? No more taping innocent people into closets?"
"Yeah. We're good. Truce." Pete said, extending his hand out Andy and Joe. All of them shook on it, and it was finally done. For the time being.
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Patrick's POV

The band has been slowly packing up their stuff, getting ready for the tour. I knew that Kel and Farrah were going to be checking out of their hotel room the same day we were, so there was no conflicts. Kel was busy calling her roommates back home to get all hers and Farrah's stuff shipped here, even though, she doesn't want to admit it yet, but she's going to have to get maternity clothes anyways within a few months. I offered to take her shopping but...she's stubborn. But I love that about her anyways.
I was excited for this tour. I would have all of my closest friends with me, my fiancé, and my fiancé's best friend. Farrah and the guys had settled down quite a bit since all the fighting stopped. So at least I knew that the tour bus wouldn't be a frenzied mess all the time. In the mornings, I could spend time with Kel, and at night I could play shows and talk to fans. Excited probably doesn't properly describe how I feel about this tour. It's going to be AMAZING.