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Part Twenty
(Most of the description for the concert was inspired by the videos of FOB I found on YouTube of them performing on SoundStage and bits and pieces from the Live in Phoenix tour. Actually, what Pete says in the story is basically exact to what he said before they sang What A Catch on SoundStage. Just a few fun facts. ^_^)
Patrick's POV
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS?"
"Dude, chill, we were only like, 15 minutes late."
"That does not change the fact that I asked you boys to be here at 6:30!"
"It's better we showed up late than not at all, am I right?"
"NO!"
Rob and Pete were yelling at each other in the waiting room backstage, while the rest of us got ready. Kel and Farrah were sat down on a giant sofa in the room talking, both of their small bodies almost being eaten alive by the enormity of the sofa. I was pacing around the room, warming up when I heard Kel sing along with me while she was checking her phone.
"Oh, the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peel
I would swear I fallin'
Swear I was fallin',
Why it's almost like being in love..."
I raised my eyebrow at her when she was done, and she giggled. "What? I like that song."
Joe came in playing riffs on his guitar and said, "Rob still isn't done yelling?Seriously? It was 15 minutes, jesus christ, we weren't THAT late."
I sat down on one of the stools next to the sofa with my guitar.
"You're telling me. They've been arguing for at least 20 minutes now. If you ask me, they're wasting time yelling at each other. I'm sure the both of them have better things to do. And besides, we still don't go on for another hour or so, I don't know what's gotten Rob all riled up for nothing."
"Maybe it's his time of the month." Joe said with a shrug.
Farrah and Kel both giggled at his remark. Kel quickly contained herself and spoke. "Maybe it's from stress, guys. When he introduced himself to us he was talking about how much of a media hay-day it's going to be with us getting married and me being pregnant. He's probably trying to deal with that."
I shrugged and strummed on the Stump-O-Matic. "I dunno. None of that has gone to the press yet, thank god, so I don't why that'd be an issue now. I still think it's ridiculous for him and Pete to be fighting like this."
Andy soon came into the room as well with two water bottles. He handed one to me and glanced over at Pete and Rob. "Jesus, they're still-"
"Yep. Still fighting." I replied quickly.
"This has gotta stop or else Pete isn't gonna have any time to warmup or put on his precious makeup and then we'll never hear the end of it. I'm stopping this now, because I'm not gonna listen to Pete's whining." And with that, we all watched him walk over to the both of them and start talking. They immediately stopped, and nodded at Andy. It's a rare skill that Andy seems to have. His normally calm nature can make even the worst fighters stand back and think about what they're doing. We all watched in awe as Pete and Rob shook hands and went their separate ways. An explosion of applause came from all of us as Andy walked back with Pete.
"Finally! Well done, my man!" Joe said, clapping vigorously.
Everyone's clapping soon subsided, and we all went back to normal. Farrah excused herself for a phone call so, only me and Kel were left near the sofa. Pete was getting his bass from the corner of the room, Joe was riffing, and Andy started practicing his drumming. I had already done my warm-up, so I didn't really know what to do.
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Keliah's POV
I sat on the sofa with my phone, and looked up at Patrick. He looked slightly bored until he saw me look at him. Then his eyes lit up. "Hey, I've got an idea."
"What?" I replied, putting my phone back into my purse.
"Warm-up with me."
"But you've already-"
"Yeah, I've already warmed up I know. Just sing with me."
"Um, ok then. What do you wanna sing?"
"Lullabye."
"Oh! Ok!"
He softly strummed on his guitar and I watched his fingers pluck the strings.
"Honey is for bees silly bear,
Besides there's jellybeans everywhere
It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep..."
I sang the same way I did in the studio. I sang one octave higher than he did, and it sounded good. I watched his face as he sang, surprisingly relaxed, unlike most other times he sings. His eyes flickered back and forth from me to the small but growing bump in stomach. His mouth curled into a smile as we both sang.
"...It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep."
We finished the song and we both looked at each other with lust in our eyes. But that would have to wait. I got up off the sofa and on my knees in front of him. He leaned down to kiss me, slinging his guitar to his back. I put my hands on his thighs and leaned towards him. The kiss was passionate and gentle. His perfect lips pressed against mine with skill, his tongue begging for entrance. As his tongue glided along my lower lip, my mouth opened with a quiet moan and he took the opportunity. Our tongues were then battling for dominance as our lips massaged each other slowly. He won the battle, another small moan escaping from the back of my throat. I felt his warm hands on my neck, his thumbs slowly caressing my jawline as I moved my hands upwards on his legs to get closer to him. Instinctively, his legs tensed up and I felt his lips pull away. He looked down at his shoes and blushed, a slight pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.
"It's fine, Trick." I said to him, moving my hand to his cheek.
"I don't mean to stop, I just don't want to...you know. Not now. Not when I can't have you right in the middle of this room." he whispered. "Because, oh god, babe, if I could..."
"Yeah...you have no idea how badly I want to rip your clothes off right now..." I replied weakly, biting my lip hard. But I shook my head. "No. Save up that excitement, and use it onstage...then...after the show we'll have all the time we need." I grinned.
He looked back up at me and those green eyes of his sparkled with glee. He leaned in for another quick kiss and swung his guitar back in front of him. I stood up as he did, and we both turned to see Pete and Joe walking out the door and Andy leaning in the doorway. "Hey guys, I don't mean to interrupt anything, but Patrick, we gotta go, It's 7:45." Farrah entered the room from behind Andy and smiled at me. Patrick nodded at him and then very gentleman-like, he grabbed my left hand and kissed it. "Until next time." he winked, and followed Andy out of the room. Farrah walked up to me holding our tickets in her hand. "Come on, let's go get our seats. Rob said he'd help us find them so we wouldn't get lost in the crowd or something." I hooked my arm into hers and we walked out the door.
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We got up to the front of the stage, and Rob showed us where our seats were and quickly left to get back to the band. I sat down with Farrah and nudged her with my elbow.
"I'm nervous."
"Why are you nervous? This'll be fun. You'll enjoy it; I promise."
"But I don't know any of the songs."
"Then you stand up and dance like an idiot like everyone else." she giggled. "Don't worry. I'll tell you song titles and stuff if you want. Just relax and enjoy watching your fiancé perform."
"Well...it still seems weird. All these people watching them..."
"Well, when you hear a fangirl scream at your man, just remember that when he closes his eyes on stage and caresses that guitar, he's thinking about you."
I nodded and sighed. She calmed my nerves a little, but I just felt strange. I'm sure once I got through this one, it wouldn't be as bad the next time. As my mind was racing with thoughts, the arena went dark and I nervously grabbed Farrah's arm. I heard her laugh in delight and the screen on the stage started showing pictures of the band. I don't think I was quite aware of how big Fall Out Boy was until I heard the screaming of fans when they seen their faces. It was LOUD. The screen kept playing a strange intro thing, and Pete's picture came on the screen. God, did those girls scream. Soon enough, Fall Out Boy was then in lights on the screens.
I nearly screamed when the next part came. I seen Andy sneak onto the stage and all of a sudden, the other three were shot out of the stage, landing perfectly and quickly getting their guitars. I now understand why Patrick didn't tell me much about the show. I would've freaked if I knew he was going to shot out of the stage. And just as fast as they got their stuff, they were already strumming the chords for the first song. Farrah told me it was called "Disloyal Order of the Water Buffaloes". Odd name for a song, but I went with it because it sounded amazing.
As it always did when Patrick performed, the music started to fade away in my mind as I watched him move. All the screams of girls, all the screaming guitar chords went away. He was so different on stage. There are many sides to that man, I thought. I watched his foot slam onto the stage, in perfect time to the beat, simultaneously strumming on his guitar. Every now and then, when he didn't have to play for a bit, the guitar would swing behind him and he would clutch onto that microphone like it was his last lifeline. But, despite the fact that his upper body was tight to the microphone, his hips moved along with the beat, the guitar gently hitting up against him. I watched his mouth move on the mic, his lips just barely touching it, almost like he was teasing the microphone for more. And in one swift motion, the guitar would be swung back in front of him and his body would entirely give itself up to the music. You could see him close his eyes, letting it flow through him. Once in awhile, he would sing with his eyes closed and practically moan into the mic, driving every single girl in that arena wild, I'm sure. I didn't understand why more girls screamed when Pete jumped around the stage; but they didn't know Pete like Farrah and I did.
I soon snapped out of my trance and seen Farrah dancing and jumping wildly next to me. She put out her hands, getting me to join her. I joined in on the dancing, and enjoyed acting like another fangirl for awhile, until I heard a girl behind us scream 'I love you Patrick!', and I nearly turned around to hit her with my left hand, about to leave an imprint of the engagement ring on her face, but Farrah faced me back to the stage and told me to enjoy myself. I took a deep breath and shook it off. I knew this was going to happen when I heard those girls. Jealously runs deep in me, but it hardly ever surfaces enough to cause serious problems. So I ignored it.
The song ended, and Pete walked up to his seemingly unnecessary mic. Farrah told me Pete talked a lot during concerts, the rest of them rarely spoke
"What's up, L.A?" Pete screamed into the mic. Girls screamed. Again. "So, you know when you have a friend who thinks he's a loser, and you know he's not a loser? And you just wanna be like, 'Hey, idiot...' Yeah. This song is about THAT guy." I saw Pete sneak a look at Patrick and smirk as the beginning chord of 'What A Catch, Donnie' played. The only song I recognized.
"I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch..."
I sang at the top of my lungs. I figured this being the only song I knew the lyrics to perfectly, I would sing along this one time.
"And all I can think of is the way
I'm the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you..."
I looked up at Patrick on the stage and I knew he seen me. I smiled as he winked at me. The song progressed and I loved it even more than what I had heard on the CD. Despite the fact it was missing the beautiful piano chords, it still had the same amount of passion put into it. Patrick's voice seemed to soar over the crowd, each note dripping with love and genuine self-pity. The sound of him pouring his heart out through the mic was almost heart-breaking, but I knew what was behind those perfect notes. I knew the man behind them. I relaxed and closed my eyes, listening to his voice, seemingly singing right to me. I opened them to see Patrick, his head tilted on the microphone to face me. The grin on his face was unmistakable.
I soon relaxed and enjoyed the show. The initial shock was gone. Now it was just the band and their music. I liked it that way.
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The show had finally come to a close after about two hours. They performed their last song and Farrah was almost hoarse from screaming so much. The band had already come back for two encores and they were finally finished. I loved every song they played, but I was definitely getting tired. Rob came up to us after the show and grabbed us to get backstage again to see the guys. We headed back into the small room they practiced in and they came in moments after us. They now looked like a typical rock band: messy and sweaty. I ran up to Patrick and hugged him. "Aw, honey, you don't wanna hug me. I'm all sweaty and gross." he said, returning the hug tightly just the same. I didn't let go. I looked at his face and kissed him, and he kissed back just as quick. "I like the sweaty Patrick. Sweaty Patrick is sexy as hell." I said, running a hand through his hair.
"Did you like the show?"
"I loved it. You all are amazing onstage."
I looked over at Farrah who was hanging off Joe's shoulders, and Pete and Andy who were taking out their earpieces, and setting their instruments down. "And we still have a meet and greet to do." Pete sighed heavily.
"Can we come along?" I asked Patrick, who nodded.
"It'll be boring though, but you can sit on the stage behind us and watch all the crazy fans that come through the line." he said smiling.
"Well, alright then." The band headed back out and already, the front of the arena was empty, a table was already set up, and fans were already waiting. I walked out with them, and Patrick grabbed my hand as we headed to the table. He kissed me quickly and we went our separate ways. He went over to the table and sat down as I headed to the stage with Farrah. She had her mouth hanging open, her eyes scanning the crowd of people. "Look at this line. This is insane. We're gonna be here AGES..."
"Yeah, this is pretty crazy." I said with a yawn. I leaned over and put my head on Farrah's shoulder. "This was so much fun...but now I'm exhausted."
Farrah rubbed my back and giggled. "I don't blame you." I tried sitting back up but my sleepiness got the better of me.
I soon felt myself fall asleep and laid down on the stage.
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Patrick's POV
Two and a half fucking hours later, we were finally done with the meet and greet. It was now 12:30 in the morning and I was beat. I turned around in my chair to look back at Kel and Farrah to see Kel laying down on the stage, sound asleep. Farrah jumped off and whispered, "I didn't quite know what to do with her, so I just let her sleep. She was really tired."
"It's not a problem. I can still get her back to the bus."
Joe, Andy and Pete looked at me, I could tell they were annoyed that I was taking too long, but their faces changed when I took Kel gently into my arms and carried her to the bus. She woke up slightly and her she lazily wrapped her arms around my neck. We got inside the tour bus and everyone was quietly getting pajamas on and hopping into their bunks. I laid Kel down on our bunk, and changed into my pajamas quickly. I crawled into bed behind her, pulling the covers over both of us, and I heard her sleepily mutter, "You were fantastic tonight, Trick..."
I wrapped my arm around her and whispered, "Thank you." in her ear. I smiled as I closed my eyes for some well-deserved rest.
(Most of the description for the concert was inspired by the videos of FOB I found on YouTube of them performing on SoundStage and bits and pieces from the Live in Phoenix tour. Actually, what Pete says in the story is basically exact to what he said before they sang What A Catch on SoundStage. Just a few fun facts. ^_^)
Patrick's POV
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS?"
"Dude, chill, we were only like, 15 minutes late."
"That does not change the fact that I asked you boys to be here at 6:30!"
"It's better we showed up late than not at all, am I right?"
"NO!"
Rob and Pete were yelling at each other in the waiting room backstage, while the rest of us got ready. Kel and Farrah were sat down on a giant sofa in the room talking, both of their small bodies almost being eaten alive by the enormity of the sofa. I was pacing around the room, warming up when I heard Kel sing along with me while she was checking her phone.
"Oh, the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peel
I would swear I fallin'
Swear I was fallin',
Why it's almost like being in love..."
I raised my eyebrow at her when she was done, and she giggled. "What? I like that song."
Joe came in playing riffs on his guitar and said, "Rob still isn't done yelling?Seriously? It was 15 minutes, jesus christ, we weren't THAT late."
I sat down on one of the stools next to the sofa with my guitar.
"You're telling me. They've been arguing for at least 20 minutes now. If you ask me, they're wasting time yelling at each other. I'm sure the both of them have better things to do. And besides, we still don't go on for another hour or so, I don't know what's gotten Rob all riled up for nothing."
"Maybe it's his time of the month." Joe said with a shrug.
Farrah and Kel both giggled at his remark. Kel quickly contained herself and spoke. "Maybe it's from stress, guys. When he introduced himself to us he was talking about how much of a media hay-day it's going to be with us getting married and me being pregnant. He's probably trying to deal with that."
I shrugged and strummed on the Stump-O-Matic. "I dunno. None of that has gone to the press yet, thank god, so I don't why that'd be an issue now. I still think it's ridiculous for him and Pete to be fighting like this."
Andy soon came into the room as well with two water bottles. He handed one to me and glanced over at Pete and Rob. "Jesus, they're still-"
"Yep. Still fighting." I replied quickly.
"This has gotta stop or else Pete isn't gonna have any time to warmup or put on his precious makeup and then we'll never hear the end of it. I'm stopping this now, because I'm not gonna listen to Pete's whining." And with that, we all watched him walk over to the both of them and start talking. They immediately stopped, and nodded at Andy. It's a rare skill that Andy seems to have. His normally calm nature can make even the worst fighters stand back and think about what they're doing. We all watched in awe as Pete and Rob shook hands and went their separate ways. An explosion of applause came from all of us as Andy walked back with Pete.
"Finally! Well done, my man!" Joe said, clapping vigorously.
Everyone's clapping soon subsided, and we all went back to normal. Farrah excused herself for a phone call so, only me and Kel were left near the sofa. Pete was getting his bass from the corner of the room, Joe was riffing, and Andy started practicing his drumming. I had already done my warm-up, so I didn't really know what to do.
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Keliah's POV
I sat on the sofa with my phone, and looked up at Patrick. He looked slightly bored until he saw me look at him. Then his eyes lit up. "Hey, I've got an idea."
"What?" I replied, putting my phone back into my purse.
"Warm-up with me."
"But you've already-"
"Yeah, I've already warmed up I know. Just sing with me."
"Um, ok then. What do you wanna sing?"
"Lullabye."
"Oh! Ok!"
He softly strummed on his guitar and I watched his fingers pluck the strings.
"Honey is for bees silly bear,
Besides there's jellybeans everywhere
It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep..."
I sang the same way I did in the studio. I sang one octave higher than he did, and it sounded good. I watched his face as he sang, surprisingly relaxed, unlike most other times he sings. His eyes flickered back and forth from me to the small but growing bump in stomach. His mouth curled into a smile as we both sang.
"...It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep."
We finished the song and we both looked at each other with lust in our eyes. But that would have to wait. I got up off the sofa and on my knees in front of him. He leaned down to kiss me, slinging his guitar to his back. I put my hands on his thighs and leaned towards him. The kiss was passionate and gentle. His perfect lips pressed against mine with skill, his tongue begging for entrance. As his tongue glided along my lower lip, my mouth opened with a quiet moan and he took the opportunity. Our tongues were then battling for dominance as our lips massaged each other slowly. He won the battle, another small moan escaping from the back of my throat. I felt his warm hands on my neck, his thumbs slowly caressing my jawline as I moved my hands upwards on his legs to get closer to him. Instinctively, his legs tensed up and I felt his lips pull away. He looked down at his shoes and blushed, a slight pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.
"It's fine, Trick." I said to him, moving my hand to his cheek.
"I don't mean to stop, I just don't want to...you know. Not now. Not when I can't have you right in the middle of this room." he whispered. "Because, oh god, babe, if I could..."
"Yeah...you have no idea how badly I want to rip your clothes off right now..." I replied weakly, biting my lip hard. But I shook my head. "No. Save up that excitement, and use it onstage...then...after the show we'll have all the time we need." I grinned.
He looked back up at me and those green eyes of his sparkled with glee. He leaned in for another quick kiss and swung his guitar back in front of him. I stood up as he did, and we both turned to see Pete and Joe walking out the door and Andy leaning in the doorway. "Hey guys, I don't mean to interrupt anything, but Patrick, we gotta go, It's 7:45." Farrah entered the room from behind Andy and smiled at me. Patrick nodded at him and then very gentleman-like, he grabbed my left hand and kissed it. "Until next time." he winked, and followed Andy out of the room. Farrah walked up to me holding our tickets in her hand. "Come on, let's go get our seats. Rob said he'd help us find them so we wouldn't get lost in the crowd or something." I hooked my arm into hers and we walked out the door.
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We got up to the front of the stage, and Rob showed us where our seats were and quickly left to get back to the band. I sat down with Farrah and nudged her with my elbow.
"I'm nervous."
"Why are you nervous? This'll be fun. You'll enjoy it; I promise."
"But I don't know any of the songs."
"Then you stand up and dance like an idiot like everyone else." she giggled. "Don't worry. I'll tell you song titles and stuff if you want. Just relax and enjoy watching your fiancé perform."
"Well...it still seems weird. All these people watching them..."
"Well, when you hear a fangirl scream at your man, just remember that when he closes his eyes on stage and caresses that guitar, he's thinking about you."
I nodded and sighed. She calmed my nerves a little, but I just felt strange. I'm sure once I got through this one, it wouldn't be as bad the next time. As my mind was racing with thoughts, the arena went dark and I nervously grabbed Farrah's arm. I heard her laugh in delight and the screen on the stage started showing pictures of the band. I don't think I was quite aware of how big Fall Out Boy was until I heard the screaming of fans when they seen their faces. It was LOUD. The screen kept playing a strange intro thing, and Pete's picture came on the screen. God, did those girls scream. Soon enough, Fall Out Boy was then in lights on the screens.
I nearly screamed when the next part came. I seen Andy sneak onto the stage and all of a sudden, the other three were shot out of the stage, landing perfectly and quickly getting their guitars. I now understand why Patrick didn't tell me much about the show. I would've freaked if I knew he was going to shot out of the stage. And just as fast as they got their stuff, they were already strumming the chords for the first song. Farrah told me it was called "Disloyal Order of the Water Buffaloes". Odd name for a song, but I went with it because it sounded amazing.
As it always did when Patrick performed, the music started to fade away in my mind as I watched him move. All the screams of girls, all the screaming guitar chords went away. He was so different on stage. There are many sides to that man, I thought. I watched his foot slam onto the stage, in perfect time to the beat, simultaneously strumming on his guitar. Every now and then, when he didn't have to play for a bit, the guitar would swing behind him and he would clutch onto that microphone like it was his last lifeline. But, despite the fact that his upper body was tight to the microphone, his hips moved along with the beat, the guitar gently hitting up against him. I watched his mouth move on the mic, his lips just barely touching it, almost like he was teasing the microphone for more. And in one swift motion, the guitar would be swung back in front of him and his body would entirely give itself up to the music. You could see him close his eyes, letting it flow through him. Once in awhile, he would sing with his eyes closed and practically moan into the mic, driving every single girl in that arena wild, I'm sure. I didn't understand why more girls screamed when Pete jumped around the stage; but they didn't know Pete like Farrah and I did.
I soon snapped out of my trance and seen Farrah dancing and jumping wildly next to me. She put out her hands, getting me to join her. I joined in on the dancing, and enjoyed acting like another fangirl for awhile, until I heard a girl behind us scream 'I love you Patrick!', and I nearly turned around to hit her with my left hand, about to leave an imprint of the engagement ring on her face, but Farrah faced me back to the stage and told me to enjoy myself. I took a deep breath and shook it off. I knew this was going to happen when I heard those girls. Jealously runs deep in me, but it hardly ever surfaces enough to cause serious problems. So I ignored it.
The song ended, and Pete walked up to his seemingly unnecessary mic. Farrah told me Pete talked a lot during concerts, the rest of them rarely spoke
"What's up, L.A?" Pete screamed into the mic. Girls screamed. Again. "So, you know when you have a friend who thinks he's a loser, and you know he's not a loser? And you just wanna be like, 'Hey, idiot...' Yeah. This song is about THAT guy." I saw Pete sneak a look at Patrick and smirk as the beginning chord of 'What A Catch, Donnie' played. The only song I recognized.
"I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch..."
I sang at the top of my lungs. I figured this being the only song I knew the lyrics to perfectly, I would sing along this one time.
"And all I can think of is the way
I'm the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you..."
I looked up at Patrick on the stage and I knew he seen me. I smiled as he winked at me. The song progressed and I loved it even more than what I had heard on the CD. Despite the fact it was missing the beautiful piano chords, it still had the same amount of passion put into it. Patrick's voice seemed to soar over the crowd, each note dripping with love and genuine self-pity. The sound of him pouring his heart out through the mic was almost heart-breaking, but I knew what was behind those perfect notes. I knew the man behind them. I relaxed and closed my eyes, listening to his voice, seemingly singing right to me. I opened them to see Patrick, his head tilted on the microphone to face me. The grin on his face was unmistakable.
I soon relaxed and enjoyed the show. The initial shock was gone. Now it was just the band and their music. I liked it that way.
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The show had finally come to a close after about two hours. They performed their last song and Farrah was almost hoarse from screaming so much. The band had already come back for two encores and they were finally finished. I loved every song they played, but I was definitely getting tired. Rob came up to us after the show and grabbed us to get backstage again to see the guys. We headed back into the small room they practiced in and they came in moments after us. They now looked like a typical rock band: messy and sweaty. I ran up to Patrick and hugged him. "Aw, honey, you don't wanna hug me. I'm all sweaty and gross." he said, returning the hug tightly just the same. I didn't let go. I looked at his face and kissed him, and he kissed back just as quick. "I like the sweaty Patrick. Sweaty Patrick is sexy as hell." I said, running a hand through his hair.
"Did you like the show?"
"I loved it. You all are amazing onstage."
I looked over at Farrah who was hanging off Joe's shoulders, and Pete and Andy who were taking out their earpieces, and setting their instruments down. "And we still have a meet and greet to do." Pete sighed heavily.
"Can we come along?" I asked Patrick, who nodded.
"It'll be boring though, but you can sit on the stage behind us and watch all the crazy fans that come through the line." he said smiling.
"Well, alright then." The band headed back out and already, the front of the arena was empty, a table was already set up, and fans were already waiting. I walked out with them, and Patrick grabbed my hand as we headed to the table. He kissed me quickly and we went our separate ways. He went over to the table and sat down as I headed to the stage with Farrah. She had her mouth hanging open, her eyes scanning the crowd of people. "Look at this line. This is insane. We're gonna be here AGES..."
"Yeah, this is pretty crazy." I said with a yawn. I leaned over and put my head on Farrah's shoulder. "This was so much fun...but now I'm exhausted."
Farrah rubbed my back and giggled. "I don't blame you." I tried sitting back up but my sleepiness got the better of me.
I soon felt myself fall asleep and laid down on the stage.
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Patrick's POV
Two and a half fucking hours later, we were finally done with the meet and greet. It was now 12:30 in the morning and I was beat. I turned around in my chair to look back at Kel and Farrah to see Kel laying down on the stage, sound asleep. Farrah jumped off and whispered, "I didn't quite know what to do with her, so I just let her sleep. She was really tired."
"It's not a problem. I can still get her back to the bus."
Joe, Andy and Pete looked at me, I could tell they were annoyed that I was taking too long, but their faces changed when I took Kel gently into my arms and carried her to the bus. She woke up slightly and her she lazily wrapped her arms around my neck. We got inside the tour bus and everyone was quietly getting pajamas on and hopping into their bunks. I laid Kel down on our bunk, and changed into my pajamas quickly. I crawled into bed behind her, pulling the covers over both of us, and I heard her sleepily mutter, "You were fantastic tonight, Trick..."
I wrapped my arm around her and whispered, "Thank you." in her ear. I smiled as I closed my eyes for some well-deserved rest.
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