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Part Seventeen

Keliah's POV

I've never been in a tour bus before but...it's very....cramped for 6 people. Especially when those 6 people happen to be Me, Farrah, and four guys in a band. But there was something strangely comforting about it. For being such a tiny area, when everyone was together it was like family gatherings. Of course, one person would annoy everyone else, and everyone would wonder why they didn't leave them back home, and of course, we would all hug and make-up by the end of the day. It's alway been my dream to go on tour, but of course, it would've been my own tour. And I probably would've been by myself, which would've been boring. With so many people on the bus, this was a lot more fun that I expected it to be.
We've been on the road for only a few days so far, and being pregnant isn't exactly the best thing to be on a tour bus. I almost have to attack the bathroom in the morning so that way I won't be sick all over the bus, or all over Patrick. We share a bottom bunk on the right side of the bus, with Andy above us, Joe and Farrah share the top bunk on the left side, with Pete below them. Luckily, being on the floor, I can hop out of bed quickly and if I'm sick, I can take care of it. Patrick's gotten used to it, because he doesn't consistently ask if I'm ok every time I get sick. I think I accidentally snapped at him about it (I blame hormones), so he kinda stopped. Pete's caught me once before and harassed me for quite awhile about it. I was hoping this morning I could avoid it, but the small creak in the floor outside our bunk was saying differently. 
"So, Mrs. Stump, why are you up so early this fine morning?" I heard Pete say. He had been up all night, as usual, but he was reading in his bunk for once.
"You know damn well what I'm up for!" I hissed, putting a hand on my stomach.
"Well, well, look who got up on the wrong side of the bunk!"
"Damnit, Pete, I don't have time for this...." I ran into the bathroom. Morning sickness isn't fun, I can tell you that much. It had already been a month since I found out about the baby, and a small bump was starting to form. Not anything very noticeable, I could still wear my normal clothes, but it was definitely there. I looked in the mirror, quickly fixed my hair and let it hang loosely over my shoulders. It was getting fairly long, but I liked it and Patrick likes it, so I won't cut it until gets really really long. I shook my head, pinned back my bangs from my face, and then moved onto my clothes. I was wearing a tight-fitting tank top, and baggy pajama pants...that I may have stole from Patrick. They were a blue plaid, and every guy in the band had pajama pants that were plaid, but different colors. Yeah. I think I stole his pants. I grinned to myself in the mirror, adjusted my top, and headed back out to the bunks. Joe and Farrah were yawning, just getting up, and Andy was already sitting up on his bunk, checking his phone. I looked into our bunk where Patrick was on his back, still dead asleep. I got into bed, straddled him and gently stroked his hair. "Trick...it's time to get up." I whispered in his ear.
"Ugh....I don't wanna..." he grumbled into his pillow. I leaned forwards and pressed my chest to his.
"I will get you out of this bed, Trick, and I don't think you want your friends to see how I'm gonna do it." I whispered, just quietly enough for only him to hear and moved my hand slowly down to his boxers.
I felt him tense up slightly, and he finally gave in. "Fiiiiinneeeee....I'll get up."
"Aw, you picked getting up instead of getting sex? Dude, how stupid are you?" Pete said, looking at him in disbelief.
Patrick turned his head to look at Pete with a scowl. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of watching." 
"Well, neither of the Stumps seem to like me this morning. I'm sure the kid does. The kid doesn't know me yet." he said, smiling that devious smile of his.
I slowly got off of Patrick, sitting on the side of the bed as Patrick stretched and yawned. "And thank god for that..." he muttered, finally sitting upright and grabbing me by the waist. "Good morning, sweetheart." he said softly, kissing me on the cheek.
"Good morning, hon." I said, grinning at him.
Joe and Farrah were finally awake and making their way down from their bunk. Andy was grabbing his clothes and getting dressed, still checking his phone every two minutes.  
"We have a show today..." Joe said groggily, Farrah leaning on his shoulder.
Pete jumped up from his bed, already dressed, and looked Joe in the face. "YES WE DO!!! Aren't you guys fucking PUMPED about this show! This show starts the tour! And then we go ALLLLLL over the world and-" Andy interrupted him, hopping onto the floor to face him.
"Dude. Shut up. You can get excited when we've had our coffee. Until then-shut the FUCK up." Andy walked past Pete, patted him on the shoulder and went to the "kitchen" area of the bus to make coffee. Patrick nodded. "Yeah. I agree with that statement. Just...shut up for a bit, ok?" Patrick took my hand as we both got up off the bed and followed Andy.
Joe shrugged at Pete. "Yeah, what they said." And with that, everyone made their way to the kitchen. Like I said before, it was more of a kitchen area. There wasn't much there. There was a huge kitchen marble counter, a microwave, some cabinets, a sink, a fridge and a table. It was close to a kitchen, but nothing like a normal kitchen inside of a house. It was just...smaller. I liked it anyways. Basically because there was a blender inside the cabinets and fruit inside the fridge. And that meant milkshakes for breakfast.
The guys all sat down at the table, discussing band stuff, and Farrah and I leaned on the counter, watching them. Farrah smiled wide. "Can you believe we're here? With Fall Out Boy? On a tour? For four months?" she whispered.
I laughed at her excitement. "Girl, I'm just happy we're not back home right now."
"I know, right?"
"And this way, I don't have to leave Patrick."
"Oh, please, you two are engaged. Nothing has separated you two since your first date. I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, with you dating Joe and all, the other guys haven't been giving you problems right?"
"There's always the occasional perverted comment. But that's expected whether I'm dating Joe or not."
"But are you happy?"
She sighed for a second and looked at Joe, deep in thought. "You know, Kel, for the first time, I think I am."
"As long as you're happy Farrah, then I couldn't give a damn less where we were or who we were with. I'm happy that you're happy."
"Same here, Kel."
We smiled, and looked back at the guys. They were bickering back and forth again, and of course, it was about Pete and his unwillingness to shut up. As usual. We looked at each other and grinned. Farrah clapped her hands quickly and shouted. "HEY GUYS!"
They all quickly stopped arguing and looked at us.
"Alright, good. Now that I have your attention., how about milkshakes for breakfast?"
Pete looked at us, puzzled. "Milkshakes for breakfast? What the-"
Patrick shook his head and nudged him the shoulder. "Dude, try them. They are AMAZING. It sounds weird, but it's good."
Pete shrugged. "Well, alright then."
"Here, we'll help you-" Patrick started to say, but I held up a hand to stop him.
"No. This is our treat. Think of it as a thank you for letting us come on tour with you."
Patrick shrugged and nodded. "Um...Okay then!"
We pulled out the blender and made 6 milkshakes. 2 strawberry, 2 mango, 1 blueberry, and 1 with soy milk and strawberries for Andy. The 2 strawberry ones went to Patrick and I, the mango ones went to Farrah and Joe, and of course, the blueberry one was Pete's. Pete's eyes got wide when he tasted it.
"That. Is. AMAZING. It's like...healthy...but not....and for breakfast."
Patrick smirked at his reaction, sipping his milkshake. "Told ya."
Joe drank his and nodded. "Yeah, this is pretty epic. And I think that's the first time a girl has made me breakfast that wasn't my mother."
Andy nearly spit out his milkshake when he heard Joe say that. "HAHAHA! Oh god....you're such a loser, Joe."   
"Well, I'm so sorry I'm not a man whore, dude."
"Hey, you wanna watch who you're calling a man whore you-"
Farrah got up from the table. "STOP IT. Seriously. It's pathetic. It was meant as a joke, Joe, and Andy, Joe is not a loser. Maybe he just didn't date women who made him breakfast. So there." She stuck her tongue out at Andy who shrugged and went back to his milkshake. As the bickering started up again, Patrick, Pete and I all looked at the three of them in confusion but then started a new conversation.
"Uh...so...when's the show tonight?" I asked, standing up to put my glass away.
"It starts about like...8 or so, and then we usually don't get back until midnight because we perform for 2 hours and then meet and greets take AGES..." Patrick said with a sigh.
"What in the world is a meet and greet?" I said, sitting down on Patrick's lap. He wrapped his hands around me and held me to his chest.
"A meet and greet is when we sit down either before or after a show and we'll meet all the fans, and they'll talk, and we'll sign stuff. All that jazz. And I love our fans, don't get me wrong...it just gets to be...exhausting." he replied casually.
"Yeah, and every now and then it's just awkward meeting some of the kids. They're either really big fans and they won't shut up for awhile, or they're really shy and they say hi, and that's about it-" Pete said. Patrick interrupted him.
"I like the shy fans better anyways. It may be awkward, but they always are less...what's the word for it...they're less harsh about the whole thing. Besides, all the shy ones are always the ones jumping at the front of the stage by the end of the night."
"True. Very very true."
Andy and Joe had finally ended their arguing back and forth and entered the conversation. Joe nodded in agreement with Pete. "Patrick and Pete are totally right. I love the fans and all and we wouldn't be here without them, but some of them are downright scary. We met some crazy chick last year that started asking Pete questions so she could put solid information on Wikipedia. It was insane."
Pete started laughing. "Oh god, that girl was scary. I believe one of the questions was how long my penis was. I don't believe that needs to be on Wikipedia. Pictures? Sure. Actual size? Not necessary."
Joe shook his head at Pete and joined the conversation. "Though, some of the shy ones are cute though. There was this one girl, was probably about 18 or something, and she wouldn't look me in the eyes for some reason. And when she finally did, her eyes got all wide and stuff and she really softly said, 'I love you', and she grabbed her stuff and walked off really quickly. It was cute, but kinda scary at the same time."
Andy scoffed. "Oh really? That's not anywhere near as bad as the chick that seemed to think she needed to see every tattoo on my body. That was...terrifying."
Patrick laughed at that one. "I remember that. I was sitting next to you that night. She tried counting each one."
"And don't forget that girl that came through the line last tour. She didn't have anything to sign or anything. She came to do nothing more than try to make out with Patrick. It was weird."
Patrick nodded nervously. "Yeah...she kinda just came through the line and grabbed my face. Before I knew it, she kissed me and I couldn't do much about it. I found it kinda gross actually. Why would you kiss someone you don't know? It took weeks worth of mouthwash to try and forget that incident."
I put a hand on his cheek and giggled. "It's because you're so sexy, Patrick. Every girl wants a piece of you."
"Yeah, well, they can't have a piece of me now." he said holding up his left hand, showing off his ring.
Pete laughed. "That ain't gonna stop them, dude."
Farrah turned to Patrick. "What're you going to do about all that anyways? Are you going to tell the press about when you're going to be married and that you have a baby on the way? Actually, I'd like to know when you're going to be married, now that I say it."
Patrick looked at me, still seated on his lap. "I dunno. Whenever and wherever we feel like I suppose. There's no rush, even though I'd like to get married before I can't fit into a wedding dress." I said, laughing. Patrick nodded.
"Yeah, I don't think there's gonna be a planned date. I've called my parents. They know about it, but they're off on vacation somewhere. They said they wouldn't be able to make it if it was anytime this year, so...I suppose the only people coming to the wedding will be....you guys. We could always do it on tour. We have days off, and we know where we're going to be certain days..."
"We could always check out your guys' schedule..."
"And pick a day."
Pete smiled at both of us. "You two are so cute. Finishing each other's sentences and all that adorable stuff. I would marry you both if I could."
Farrah coughed to get our attention again. "But still. What are you going to do about interviewers and press people?"
Patrick smirked. "What they don't know won't hurt them. They can ask all the goddamn questions they want and they can say whatever they must about me. I don't care. I've had enough of a time with those press people, they deserve to have a few secrets hidden from them every once in awhile."
"I agree with that." I said. "I've seen those magazines; they're too nosy for their own good."
Farrah looked at the guys. "Do any of you know where that tour schedule is?"
Andy got up and walked over to his bunk. He pulled out a huge notebook and inside it was a loose piece of paper. "Here. I got a copy."
Farrah grabbed the list and looked at it with a serious expression on her face.
"Okay...it looks like there's a break in...Chicago, one in London, another in Berlin, and...looks like another one in Tokyo. Pick a spot, guys."
Patrick shook his head. "Those all sound awesome....I would love to get married in Chicago. But that's just because...that's my home. London and Berlin are both awesome places, and Tokyo is really pretty this time of year...I guess I don't know."
I took the list from Farrah and looked it over. "Well, I admit, I do like the idea of getting married in Chicago. But he's right, London, Berlin, and Tokyo sound pretty neat too."
Pete slammed his hands on the table. "Must we decide everything for you guys? I say we take a vote! We all have to be at this wedding too, so we'll all decide."
Everyone sighed as Pete said it. Andy went to go grab his notebook again, and ripped six little pieces of paper for all of us. I put down Chicago. I'd been there before, and I've always wanted to live there, and it's where I'd end up living with Patrick anyways. I liked it there. We all took our pieces of paper, folded them, and set them in the center of the table. Patrick pulled them closer to him so he could read the results.
"Okay, so, one for Chicago...another one for Chicago....one for London....Pete, what the fuck is this?"
Patrick waved the piece of paper in his face. "I know your handwriting, dude don't deny it." I took the paper from Patrick just to see what he wrote. There it was, lazily scratched onto the paper, 'The tour bus'. 
"Why would we get married on the tour bus?" I said, frowning at Pete.
"Because we're all here already, and it's not like we're gonna leave the bus. We stuck on here for four months, so make the best of it, am I right?"
Patrick scowled. "No. Okay, so back to the voting thing. Another for London, and last but not least, the last one is for...drum roll please, Andy-" Andy instinctively started tapping on the table. "-Looks like we're going to be married in Chicago!"
"YESSSSSS!" Joe said, with a fist pump in the air. "I voted for that. God, do I love democracy. Now we have even MORE stuff to look forward to in Chicago."
Andy laughed at Joe again. "Yeah. I'm especially looking forward to seeing my family...and my mom telling me to clean my room. And my dad telling me to get a real job. You know. The usual." he smiled.
"And for once in my life, I can go back to my house, and not have my parents breathing down my neck. I love them and all, but it's been ages since I've had my house and my room to myself." Patrick said excitedly.
"Well, then, I guess Farrah and I are going to have to find my wedding dress on the way-" I started to say, before Farrah squealed. "WE GET TO GO DRESS SHOPPING!!!!" We all laughed at her reaction, headed to other directions of the bus to get ready for the day and I got off of Patrick's lap. He frowned as I got off, and tried to pull me back. "Awwww, don't you like me anymore?" He said with a fake pout. 
"I love you, but I have to get dressed. If I'm going shopping today, I can't just go out in my pajamas-"
"Well, I would rather see you wearing nothing at all..." he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.   
"Ah, but you wouldn't want everyone else to see me with nothing on, would you?"
"Exactly. Which is why there is a bunk with our names on it..."
"Someone is getting slightly ahead of himself, don't you think?" I giggled.
"Maaayyybeee...." he smirked.
"Come on, babe, I really need to get dressed!" I whined, weakly trying to pull his hands from my hips. He tends to be stronger than what he seems, and this was no exception.
"Alright, alright. I'll let you go...this time." he smirked, letting go of my hips.
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" I teased, walking back to our bunks.
"Oh...I don't know...you like me too much, that's why." He giggled, following me, grabbing his shirt and pants from his bunk as I grabbed my clothes. He ran past me, grabbing my ass as he ran, and stole the bathroom first. 
"Why in the world do you need the bathroom to change!?!" Pete screamed, banging on the door. Pete had grabbed his clothes and make-up bag and was about to do his makeup when Patrick ran in. "DAMN YOU, STUMP!" He screamed. I sighed and quickly changed into a skirt and top, never leaving a part of me exposed. I acquired this rare skill in my gym class. I never liked all the other skinny chicks changing in the locker room, and it wasn't exactly that I was fat, it was that I was insecure. I've now come to love my curves, but being on a bus full of guys does not make me want to show any part of my body whatsoever. Especially when those guys happen to include Pete Wentz.
"Alright, so your first show is at 8, right? And it's...10 am, now. So that gives me and Farrah about 10 hours or so to go shopping. ARE YOU EXCITED FARRAH?!!?" I yelled, not knowing where she was on the bus. I heard her scream and reply from the other side of the bus. "I AM SOOOO EXCITED KELIAH!"
Andy shook his head. "God, whose idea was it for us to have girls on the bus? It makes it so...loud." I playfully punched him on the shoulder as he walked past.
"Oh, shut up, Andy. You know you love us both."
He rolled his eyes as he smiled and walked away. Pete was leaning up against the bathroom door, still yelling at Patrick. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!? GET OUT OF THE FUCKING BATHROOM, TRICK!"
I heard Patrick yelling back from inside. "NEVER!"
"GET OUT OF THERE NOW, OR I WILL RIP THIS DOOR OPEN!"
"GO AHEAD! SEE WHAT HAPPENS!"
"I HOPE TO GOD YOU'RE WEARING PANTS, STUMP, OR YOU ARE GONNA BE ONE UNHAPPY LITTLE SON OF A-"
Patrick opened the door, pushing Pete forwards into the wall in front of him. "Done!" He smirked at Pete, adjusted his hat and wandered back over to me, laughing as Pete got up from the floor and locked himself in the bathroom.
"What a drama queen." I giggled.
"So, you and Farrah are going to go shopping now, then?"
"Yeah, it gives us plenty of time to spaz out over dresses."
"I would gladly come with you-"
"No. It is bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her wedding dress before the wedding."
"Alright, fine. I'm gonna see it though when it comes back in the bus."
"But you won't see me IN the dress."
"Ah, loopholes. I love 'em."
I laughed at him, and he smiled at me. His smile was still as perfect as ever. Sweet and innocent, but devious at the same time. There was always something hidden behind that smile. But nonetheless, that's what made it perfect. His smile was much like his eyes. You could see in his eyes there was always something hidden deep down behind them, some sort of hidden truth. It was only when they shone in the light when the emerald green stood out, and the worries and insecurity behind those eyes disappeared. We looked at each other for awhile, as his grin faded and passion filled into his eyes.
We both pulled each other closer to one another and we locked into a kiss. He pushed me up against the bunks and ran his hands down my sides. I felt his hand go beneath my skirt, but I didn't care at the moment. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his lips closer to mine. Our lips fit together perfectly, molding into one another, and I felt him smile during the kiss. Joe walked by us with Farrah on his arm. "Guys. Get a room."
We broke apart, grinning at each other with our foreheads pressed against one another. "And where do you propose that room may be?"
"I don't know. In a motel?"
"Very romantic, Joe. God knows how you landed Farrah with that attitude." Patrick mocked.
Joe simply shrugged and kissed Farrah. Farrah blushed as they pulled apart. "So, Kel, you ready to go?"
"Yeah, just a sec..." I turned back to Patrick quickly, who was still holding me close and kissed him deeply. I broke apart the kiss, and went over to grab my purse. He stood there with an open mouth, watching me walk off. I grinned at him as me and Farrah headed off the bus. "That's just a taste of what's to come, Trick." I said, blowing a kiss before I was out the door.
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Patrick's POV

I watched her body sway as she walked off the bus. Joe walked up next to me and patted me on the back. "You've sooooo got it bad, dude."
"That girl is gonna be the death of me, Joe. I know it."
"Well, with a body like that...yes. Yes, she is."
"Hey. Joe. No making moves on my fiancé."
"I wasn't making moves. I'm complimenting you on your choice of women. Most of your 'planned-out' relationships tend to be failures and the one we meet out of nowhere ends up being your wife-to-be. You have excellent picking skills, my friend."
"Well....thanks.....I think."
"No problem, man. Anytime."
"How's it going with Farrah, anyways?"
"She's nice. I do like her quite a bit. But...I'm trying to find something we have common and I can't find anything."
"Well, you've only been together for like...a week. Give it time."
"Yeah, coming from the guy that decided to marry a girl after knowing her for a week."
"That was different, Joe. We understood each other quickly. We had a lot in common. It was fate."
"Pffft. I don't want fate. I just want to find one fucking common interest."
"Then be patient."
"I guess. Pete says we gotta go to rehearsal and sound check for the show."
"Oh, alright. Fine. Lemme get my guitar."
I grabbed my Stump-O-Matic from under the bunks, and headed out the bus to find Pete and Andy waiting for us. And so the touring begins.