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S&J Chapter 4
This may happen yet, I thought to myself.
"Why don't we move this somewhere more comfortable?" I whispered to him, earning a smirk. We both sat up and I led him by the hand to my bedroom. The room's light blue walls were calming, and I was feeling more relaxed by the second. We picked up right where we left off. I laid down on the bed, his body following me. His hands were tangled in the strands my hair, and I kissed him back passionately. My hands moved to his hair, gently tugging on it as our tongues battled. A soft moan came from the back of his throat, and this time I was prepared for it. I slid one of my hands down onto his chest and sighed in lust.
"Oh, Patrick..."
Those must've been the words he wanted to hear. He carefully took one of his hands and placed it over my breast, just letting the feeling sink in. I felt his member grow harder, pressing against my thigh, and I wasn't spooked. None of this was terrifying. Someone finally broke through this hard shell I've had around my emotions. I've waited years for someone to finally have the patience to wait awhile before I was ready.
It was time. The wild, locked up part of me had finally gotten out. I kissed him harder and broke away for a second to pull his shirt off. I leaned back and pulled mine off as well, smirking slightly as I seen Patrick's face light up like a little kid. He quickly pulled off his jeans, pulling a condom out of his pocket before he threw them aside, and I let him pull mine off. He nimbly unbuttoned them, and did everything with caution. Carefully pulling down the zipper, and steadily rolling my jeans off my legs, throwing them aside to the bedroom floor.
I sighed in pleasure as I felt his calloused hands move up my body. How could I have avoided this for so long? Had I had no idea what I was missing?
I moaned out, feeling his hips grind in right between my legs. Even those short spurts of ecstasy were sending me into a frenzy.
"Patrick, please..."
He knew exactly what I meant the minute I said it. I firmly held my hands to his back as he pulled down his boxers and slid my panties off of my body, exposing my extremities to the air.
"Have you..." he started to say. He quickly placed the condom over himself and watched my response. I shook my head no. This has never happened to me before. I've never been brave enough to let it. He watched my face carefully.
"Alright. I will try my best to make this not hurt, I swear. Just wrap your legs around my waist..." I did as I was told. "...and don't let go."
I nodded silently, staring into his beautiful green eyes. His eyes were the last thing I saw before I shut my eyes tightly in anticipation. Soon enough, I felt his warm tip at my entrance, and he cautiously pushed himself in. Short moans escaped my lips as he went farther and farther in. I'd finally done it. I'd finally broke the barrier.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Perfect."
He smiled, kissed me, and began to thrust. His pelvic rhythm was perfect. I don't what else I would've expected from a musician. Our bodies moved in perfect time, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so proud of myself and so secure, for once in my life. The feeling of him moving inside me was a distraction to my own thoughts. I heard him groan as he thrust more, making me breathe heavily and sigh. His warm, soft lips met my neck and softly kissed my skin. I felt a rush go through my body, and I moaned out again.
"Oh, PATRICK..."
I could feel my body telling me that I was close and I heard Patrick moan out as well.
"Ohmyfuckinggod, Parker, OH GOD-"
A loud groan came from his mouth and I felt warmth inside me. He thrust only a few more times and an orgasm flowed through me violently. I shook beneath him, holding him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around me as my back arched from the bed. It finally ceased after a few more seconds, and I took a deep breath.
"Oh wow...that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that in my LIFE."
"I'm so honored."
I laughed, almost out of breath, and just laid there, his body still on top of mine. I don't know why, but the weight of him on me was so comforting in a way. I relaxed a little, and he pulled out of me, throwing the condom to the waste basket. He laid beside me for a moment and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I responded quickly by resting my head on his chest. He was sweaty and all...guy-like, but I didn't care. This man meant the world to me right now. He was so nice, gentle, and kind...he made you feel safe in his presence, like nothing could ever hurt you.
"I really should get ready for work..." I said half-heartedly. It was already noon, and I probably should go in early so Jean can give me whatever shit she has to before I actually get my job done.
"Aw, so soon? Actually, I can't say much, the guys are probably wondering where I am at the moment. I should probably be at some sort of meeting/rehearsal/"we see each other too often" kind of thing." he joked.
"I would gladly stay here and lay with you all day, but I'm afraid if I do, I'll fall asleep in your arms..." I replied, yawning slightly.
"And what would be the problem with that?"
"You wouldn't get to your thingy, and Jean would kill me for being late."
"Oh. Well. We don't want that to happen."
"Nope."
I got up off the bed, completely naked. I felt like a different person. One that wasn't afraid of commitment, or relationships. I felt free. No more baggage. Nothing making me skittish or hesitant about anything. I felt...confident. I knew Patrick was watching me as I walked to the dresser, but that didn't bother me anymore. Except for one thing. I looked over my shoulder at him as I grabbed my clothes.
"So, does this make this all official?"
"Official as in, boyfriend and girlfriend official?"
"Yeah."
"I'd hope so. I would be happy to call you my girlfriend."
"I'd be happy to call you my boyfriend."
"Then it's settled." He laughed. I pulled on my clothes, and then turned around to look at him, still laying in my bed.
"Are you gonna just sit there and stare all day?"
"If I had the time, I totally would."
I shook my head as he smirked and got off the bed, pulling his clothes on. I bit my lip watching him and smiled, knowing that he was mine. And I was his.
Patrick finally left at about 1:30, leaving me enough time to get ready and get to work.
I pulled into the RS parking lot, and headed inside. It may have been a Monday, but I didn't care. I was already having the best day of my life. Nothing could ruin it now.
Jean did what she normally did, as usual, yell at me for a bit, be supportive and nice for awhile, and then become normal.
"So, what did YOU do over the weekend?" she said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" I was busy typing away on my computer, only vaguely listening to what she was saying.
"I think you were with that musician all weekend, weren't you? What was his name? Patrick?"
"Yeah, I spent some time with him. Big deal."
"You screwed him, didn't you?"
"I really don't think that's any of your business, Jean."
She held her hands in the air, backing off. "Alright, alright. If you didn't, you didn't."
"Sure, whatever." Like I said. Only vaguely listening.
Jean finally walked off to do whatever the fuck she does while the rest of us work, and I studied on the article I was writing. Some boring new band from Idaho. Really? I'm dating the singer of Fall Out Boy, and these are the stories I get? I was a journalist for christ's sake, not a talent agent for every band that thinks they're all that. It practically says in my job description that my job was to write about bands who were already big, not the upcoming ones.
However. I didn't mind today. Today was perfect, and nothing could ruin today.
7:00 rolled in, and I was free to go. It was almost dark outside, the cool night air rolling in. The minute I sat in the driver's seat of my car, my cell rang. It was Patrick. I smiled at my phone and answered it.
"Hello!"
"Hello, gorgeous."
"What's up?"
"Do you wanna come over to the band's hotel room for a bit? I've gotten Pete to promise he won't be a dick, and I want them to get to know you better. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, totally. I'm just getting out of work, so I'll be over there as soon as possible."
"Fantastic. See ya, Parker."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and raced back to my house to change.
I had changed my clothes at my house, and I changed into a sleek green mini-dress with converse on. No heels. Not too whorish, not too casual either. I knew Patrick was going to love it. It matched his eyes.
I pulled into the hotel parking lot and quickly made my way up to their rooms. I knocked on the same door I did a few days ago, and Patrick opened the door for me. His mouth dropped.
"Oh, sweet jesus, Parker, you look AMAZING."
"Aw, thank you!" I leaned forward to kiss him and returned the motion.
"STOP MAKING OUT IN THE DOORWAY!" I heard a voice come from inside.
It was Joe. Pete and Andy were sat next to him, watching television on the floor. There was another girl there seated next to Andy. She smiled and waved, and I returned the wave. Patrick sat next to the guys and I sat next to the girl. She had black hair and was stunningly pretty. I felt a bit intimidated sitting next to her, but she introduced herself quickly.
"I'm Audrey. Friend of the band. Not dating any of them, I swear."
"I'm Parker. I think you'd guess who I'm attached to." I joked. She laughed and nodded.
"You get used to these guys after awhile. I think you'll fit in fine."
"I hope so. I have to deal with rock bands all the time; I'd probably deserve to get fired if I couldn't get along with them."
"That's right, Patrick told us you're a journalist. So you get to write all the uncensored truths about the boys?"
"Not exactly. I'll get all their stories, yes, but they'll mostly be about their songs instead of them."
"Ah, Patrick, I can see why you like her."
He grinned and nodded. "I know, right? She doesn't write all the shitty stuff that tabloids do."
Pete turned off the television and the guys turned to face us to join the conversation.
"I hate those tabloids, man. It's like they just plug people's names into a MadLib book and call it the truth." Joe said, running a hand through his poofy hair.
Patrick moved up from the floor and sat down beside me, placing a hand on my thigh. "Well, we've got Parker as back-up....sorta."
Pete looked at me and him and tried to talk casually. "So, you two are...uh...official now?"
"Yep. I believe we are." I said confidently.
"Have you guys-"
"None of your fucking business, Pete." Patrick said with a sigh. "What goes on between Parker and I is none of your concern."
"Alright, alright, fine. Whatever."
Audrey laughed. "Pete's never learned that some people's business isn't his own."
I smirked and glared at Pete, lifting an eyebrow. "I've noticed. Thought Patrick made you promise that you wouldn't be a dick?"
"He told me not to be. I never promised anything." Pete said.
"Oh, bullshit, you totally did." Patrick spat.
"Well, if I didn't say, 'I promise not to be a dick', then I didn't promise it. And those words never came out of my mouth, dude. Besides, I'm always a dick, am I right, guys?"
There was loud groan of agreement from everyone in the room. I laughed and smiled, looking over at Patrick who was grinning as well. I felt his arm reach around me and his hand rest at my lower back. A shiver ran up my spine as his fingers gently tapped on my back like he was playing a piano, smoothly gliding up and down. I smirked a little more, his fingers gently crawling up my back.
"So, aren't you guys supposed to be playing a few shows around here?" I asked, trying my best to hide the fact that his nimble fingers were on my back.
Andy perked up and smiled. "Yep. Tomorrow night."
"Nice! Wish I could go, but I've got to work late tomorrow."
Patrick looked at me with a hurt expression and moved his hand. "Can't you convince Jean to let you go? I'll call her and make her give you the night off. She'll listen to me, right?"
"I don't know. Jean is very tricky to convince to do anything."
"True. She seems like a bit of a bitch."
I laughed out loud. "She kinda is."
Joe shrugged. "We can at least reserve a ticket for you if you can get away from work. You can sit next to Audrey; we've always got a seat for her when we're in town."
Pete nodded and agreed. "It'd be awesome if you could come and see my awesome bass skills. Really. They ARE a show-stopper."
Andy shook his head. "Don't listen to him. It's all about the drums. Chicks dig drummers. Just ask our fans."
Joe interrupted him. "Chicks dig guitar players. Enough said."
Patrick stayed silent. I smiled wide and nudged him gently. "Well? What about you? Aren't you going to brag about your talents?"
Pete giggled. "Yeah, Patrick, brag about your 'talents'."
Patrick gave him the middle finger with a smirk on his face and answered. "I stand at a microphone and sing for thousands of people. Some people sometimes seem to find that attractive."
Everyone stared blankly at him and I lightly punched him. "That's the best you've got? You sing and people sometimes find it attractive? Damn, Patrick."
Pete held up a hand. "Dude, give it up. I've been trying to tell him that chicks dig him for YEARS now. It don't matter who tells him, he will not believe it."
"And why not?"
He shrugged. "You hear those girls. They yell for Pete. Not me, not Joe, not Andy, but always Pete. I don't Pete believes me any more than I believe him."
"Patrick, you're amazing. Don't let a few screaming fangirls get to you." I said, nudging him on the shoulder. He simply just shrugged and looked at his hands.
Joe and Andy started in on a conversation.
"So, you guys think, that in a battle of fangirls, Pete would win over Patrick?" Andy asked.
Joe smirked. "I believe we can try and put that hypothesis into action, are you thinking what I'm thinking, Andy?"
"I believe I am, Joe, I believe I am."
I sat at my desk the next day and was practically begging Jean to let me go to the concert.
"But, Jean, I swear, I don't ever do this, you know me-"
"No, Parker, we need you HERE. We've got a shit load of stories that need to be typed and laid out for our next issue. I can't afford to let you go unless another assignment comes in."
"But, please, I'll-"
She held up a hand to silence me as she answered her buzzing phone.
"Hello? Yeah, hi. Oh really? That's interesting. Nope, no, I know the perfect person for the job. Thank you for the tip."
She hung up the phone and I blankly stared at her as she got out a notepad and pencil from her bag and handed them to me.
"You're going to that Fall Out Boy concert tonight. However, you have to write an article about the show. Not about how much time you spent with your boyfriend. Alright?"
"No problem! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you SO much!"
I got up from my desk and hugged her. She stiffed up and reluctantly patted me on the back. "That assignment had better be done by the end of the week, no excuses. The show is tonight and starts in a few hours, so I suggest you get your behind up and running to that show if you want to talk to the boys beforehand."
I smiled, picked up my stuff and ran out the doors to my car. I was so happy to be alive right now.
This may happen yet, I thought to myself.
"Why don't we move this somewhere more comfortable?" I whispered to him, earning a smirk. We both sat up and I led him by the hand to my bedroom. The room's light blue walls were calming, and I was feeling more relaxed by the second. We picked up right where we left off. I laid down on the bed, his body following me. His hands were tangled in the strands my hair, and I kissed him back passionately. My hands moved to his hair, gently tugging on it as our tongues battled. A soft moan came from the back of his throat, and this time I was prepared for it. I slid one of my hands down onto his chest and sighed in lust.
"Oh, Patrick..."
Those must've been the words he wanted to hear. He carefully took one of his hands and placed it over my breast, just letting the feeling sink in. I felt his member grow harder, pressing against my thigh, and I wasn't spooked. None of this was terrifying. Someone finally broke through this hard shell I've had around my emotions. I've waited years for someone to finally have the patience to wait awhile before I was ready.
It was time. The wild, locked up part of me had finally gotten out. I kissed him harder and broke away for a second to pull his shirt off. I leaned back and pulled mine off as well, smirking slightly as I seen Patrick's face light up like a little kid. He quickly pulled off his jeans, pulling a condom out of his pocket before he threw them aside, and I let him pull mine off. He nimbly unbuttoned them, and did everything with caution. Carefully pulling down the zipper, and steadily rolling my jeans off my legs, throwing them aside to the bedroom floor.
I sighed in pleasure as I felt his calloused hands move up my body. How could I have avoided this for so long? Had I had no idea what I was missing?
I moaned out, feeling his hips grind in right between my legs. Even those short spurts of ecstasy were sending me into a frenzy.
"Patrick, please..."
He knew exactly what I meant the minute I said it. I firmly held my hands to his back as he pulled down his boxers and slid my panties off of my body, exposing my extremities to the air.
"Have you..." he started to say. He quickly placed the condom over himself and watched my response. I shook my head no. This has never happened to me before. I've never been brave enough to let it. He watched my face carefully.
"Alright. I will try my best to make this not hurt, I swear. Just wrap your legs around my waist..." I did as I was told. "...and don't let go."
I nodded silently, staring into his beautiful green eyes. His eyes were the last thing I saw before I shut my eyes tightly in anticipation. Soon enough, I felt his warm tip at my entrance, and he cautiously pushed himself in. Short moans escaped my lips as he went farther and farther in. I'd finally done it. I'd finally broke the barrier.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Perfect."
He smiled, kissed me, and began to thrust. His pelvic rhythm was perfect. I don't what else I would've expected from a musician. Our bodies moved in perfect time, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so proud of myself and so secure, for once in my life. The feeling of him moving inside me was a distraction to my own thoughts. I heard him groan as he thrust more, making me breathe heavily and sigh. His warm, soft lips met my neck and softly kissed my skin. I felt a rush go through my body, and I moaned out again.
"Oh, PATRICK..."
I could feel my body telling me that I was close and I heard Patrick moan out as well.
"Ohmyfuckinggod, Parker, OH GOD-"
A loud groan came from his mouth and I felt warmth inside me. He thrust only a few more times and an orgasm flowed through me violently. I shook beneath him, holding him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around me as my back arched from the bed. It finally ceased after a few more seconds, and I took a deep breath.
"Oh wow...that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that in my LIFE."
"I'm so honored."
I laughed, almost out of breath, and just laid there, his body still on top of mine. I don't know why, but the weight of him on me was so comforting in a way. I relaxed a little, and he pulled out of me, throwing the condom to the waste basket. He laid beside me for a moment and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I responded quickly by resting my head on his chest. He was sweaty and all...guy-like, but I didn't care. This man meant the world to me right now. He was so nice, gentle, and kind...he made you feel safe in his presence, like nothing could ever hurt you.
"I really should get ready for work..." I said half-heartedly. It was already noon, and I probably should go in early so Jean can give me whatever shit she has to before I actually get my job done.
"Aw, so soon? Actually, I can't say much, the guys are probably wondering where I am at the moment. I should probably be at some sort of meeting/rehearsal/"we see each other too often" kind of thing." he joked.
"I would gladly stay here and lay with you all day, but I'm afraid if I do, I'll fall asleep in your arms..." I replied, yawning slightly.
"And what would be the problem with that?"
"You wouldn't get to your thingy, and Jean would kill me for being late."
"Oh. Well. We don't want that to happen."
"Nope."
I got up off the bed, completely naked. I felt like a different person. One that wasn't afraid of commitment, or relationships. I felt free. No more baggage. Nothing making me skittish or hesitant about anything. I felt...confident. I knew Patrick was watching me as I walked to the dresser, but that didn't bother me anymore. Except for one thing. I looked over my shoulder at him as I grabbed my clothes.
"So, does this make this all official?"
"Official as in, boyfriend and girlfriend official?"
"Yeah."
"I'd hope so. I would be happy to call you my girlfriend."
"I'd be happy to call you my boyfriend."
"Then it's settled." He laughed. I pulled on my clothes, and then turned around to look at him, still laying in my bed.
"Are you gonna just sit there and stare all day?"
"If I had the time, I totally would."
I shook my head as he smirked and got off the bed, pulling his clothes on. I bit my lip watching him and smiled, knowing that he was mine. And I was his.
Patrick finally left at about 1:30, leaving me enough time to get ready and get to work.
I pulled into the RS parking lot, and headed inside. It may have been a Monday, but I didn't care. I was already having the best day of my life. Nothing could ruin it now.
Jean did what she normally did, as usual, yell at me for a bit, be supportive and nice for awhile, and then become normal.
"So, what did YOU do over the weekend?" she said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" I was busy typing away on my computer, only vaguely listening to what she was saying.
"I think you were with that musician all weekend, weren't you? What was his name? Patrick?"
"Yeah, I spent some time with him. Big deal."
"You screwed him, didn't you?"
"I really don't think that's any of your business, Jean."
She held her hands in the air, backing off. "Alright, alright. If you didn't, you didn't."
"Sure, whatever." Like I said. Only vaguely listening.
Jean finally walked off to do whatever the fuck she does while the rest of us work, and I studied on the article I was writing. Some boring new band from Idaho. Really? I'm dating the singer of Fall Out Boy, and these are the stories I get? I was a journalist for christ's sake, not a talent agent for every band that thinks they're all that. It practically says in my job description that my job was to write about bands who were already big, not the upcoming ones.
However. I didn't mind today. Today was perfect, and nothing could ruin today.
7:00 rolled in, and I was free to go. It was almost dark outside, the cool night air rolling in. The minute I sat in the driver's seat of my car, my cell rang. It was Patrick. I smiled at my phone and answered it.
"Hello!"
"Hello, gorgeous."
"What's up?"
"Do you wanna come over to the band's hotel room for a bit? I've gotten Pete to promise he won't be a dick, and I want them to get to know you better. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, totally. I'm just getting out of work, so I'll be over there as soon as possible."
"Fantastic. See ya, Parker."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and raced back to my house to change.
I had changed my clothes at my house, and I changed into a sleek green mini-dress with converse on. No heels. Not too whorish, not too casual either. I knew Patrick was going to love it. It matched his eyes.
I pulled into the hotel parking lot and quickly made my way up to their rooms. I knocked on the same door I did a few days ago, and Patrick opened the door for me. His mouth dropped.
"Oh, sweet jesus, Parker, you look AMAZING."
"Aw, thank you!" I leaned forward to kiss him and returned the motion.
"STOP MAKING OUT IN THE DOORWAY!" I heard a voice come from inside.
It was Joe. Pete and Andy were sat next to him, watching television on the floor. There was another girl there seated next to Andy. She smiled and waved, and I returned the wave. Patrick sat next to the guys and I sat next to the girl. She had black hair and was stunningly pretty. I felt a bit intimidated sitting next to her, but she introduced herself quickly.
"I'm Audrey. Friend of the band. Not dating any of them, I swear."
"I'm Parker. I think you'd guess who I'm attached to." I joked. She laughed and nodded.
"You get used to these guys after awhile. I think you'll fit in fine."
"I hope so. I have to deal with rock bands all the time; I'd probably deserve to get fired if I couldn't get along with them."
"That's right, Patrick told us you're a journalist. So you get to write all the uncensored truths about the boys?"
"Not exactly. I'll get all their stories, yes, but they'll mostly be about their songs instead of them."
"Ah, Patrick, I can see why you like her."
He grinned and nodded. "I know, right? She doesn't write all the shitty stuff that tabloids do."
Pete turned off the television and the guys turned to face us to join the conversation.
"I hate those tabloids, man. It's like they just plug people's names into a MadLib book and call it the truth." Joe said, running a hand through his poofy hair.
Patrick moved up from the floor and sat down beside me, placing a hand on my thigh. "Well, we've got Parker as back-up....sorta."
Pete looked at me and him and tried to talk casually. "So, you two are...uh...official now?"
"Yep. I believe we are." I said confidently.
"Have you guys-"
"None of your fucking business, Pete." Patrick said with a sigh. "What goes on between Parker and I is none of your concern."
"Alright, alright, fine. Whatever."
Audrey laughed. "Pete's never learned that some people's business isn't his own."
I smirked and glared at Pete, lifting an eyebrow. "I've noticed. Thought Patrick made you promise that you wouldn't be a dick?"
"He told me not to be. I never promised anything." Pete said.
"Oh, bullshit, you totally did." Patrick spat.
"Well, if I didn't say, 'I promise not to be a dick', then I didn't promise it. And those words never came out of my mouth, dude. Besides, I'm always a dick, am I right, guys?"
There was loud groan of agreement from everyone in the room. I laughed and smiled, looking over at Patrick who was grinning as well. I felt his arm reach around me and his hand rest at my lower back. A shiver ran up my spine as his fingers gently tapped on my back like he was playing a piano, smoothly gliding up and down. I smirked a little more, his fingers gently crawling up my back.
"So, aren't you guys supposed to be playing a few shows around here?" I asked, trying my best to hide the fact that his nimble fingers were on my back.
Andy perked up and smiled. "Yep. Tomorrow night."
"Nice! Wish I could go, but I've got to work late tomorrow."
Patrick looked at me with a hurt expression and moved his hand. "Can't you convince Jean to let you go? I'll call her and make her give you the night off. She'll listen to me, right?"
"I don't know. Jean is very tricky to convince to do anything."
"True. She seems like a bit of a bitch."
I laughed out loud. "She kinda is."
Joe shrugged. "We can at least reserve a ticket for you if you can get away from work. You can sit next to Audrey; we've always got a seat for her when we're in town."
Pete nodded and agreed. "It'd be awesome if you could come and see my awesome bass skills. Really. They ARE a show-stopper."
Andy shook his head. "Don't listen to him. It's all about the drums. Chicks dig drummers. Just ask our fans."
Joe interrupted him. "Chicks dig guitar players. Enough said."
Patrick stayed silent. I smiled wide and nudged him gently. "Well? What about you? Aren't you going to brag about your talents?"
Pete giggled. "Yeah, Patrick, brag about your 'talents'."
Patrick gave him the middle finger with a smirk on his face and answered. "I stand at a microphone and sing for thousands of people. Some people sometimes seem to find that attractive."
Everyone stared blankly at him and I lightly punched him. "That's the best you've got? You sing and people sometimes find it attractive? Damn, Patrick."
Pete held up a hand. "Dude, give it up. I've been trying to tell him that chicks dig him for YEARS now. It don't matter who tells him, he will not believe it."
"And why not?"
He shrugged. "You hear those girls. They yell for Pete. Not me, not Joe, not Andy, but always Pete. I don't Pete believes me any more than I believe him."
"Patrick, you're amazing. Don't let a few screaming fangirls get to you." I said, nudging him on the shoulder. He simply just shrugged and looked at his hands.
Joe and Andy started in on a conversation.
"So, you guys think, that in a battle of fangirls, Pete would win over Patrick?" Andy asked.
Joe smirked. "I believe we can try and put that hypothesis into action, are you thinking what I'm thinking, Andy?"
"I believe I am, Joe, I believe I am."
I sat at my desk the next day and was practically begging Jean to let me go to the concert.
"But, Jean, I swear, I don't ever do this, you know me-"
"No, Parker, we need you HERE. We've got a shit load of stories that need to be typed and laid out for our next issue. I can't afford to let you go unless another assignment comes in."
"But, please, I'll-"
She held up a hand to silence me as she answered her buzzing phone.
"Hello? Yeah, hi. Oh really? That's interesting. Nope, no, I know the perfect person for the job. Thank you for the tip."
She hung up the phone and I blankly stared at her as she got out a notepad and pencil from her bag and handed them to me.
"You're going to that Fall Out Boy concert tonight. However, you have to write an article about the show. Not about how much time you spent with your boyfriend. Alright?"
"No problem! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you SO much!"
I got up from my desk and hugged her. She stiffed up and reluctantly patted me on the back. "That assignment had better be done by the end of the week, no excuses. The show is tonight and starts in a few hours, so I suggest you get your behind up and running to that show if you want to talk to the boys beforehand."
I smiled, picked up my stuff and ran out the doors to my car. I was so happy to be alive right now.
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