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Tonight is All About
4 reviewsBasic introduction to the characters, and a deeper look into the relationships Belle has with, well...everyone
1Exciting
Chapter Two - Tonight is All About "We Missed You"
"Patrick! Andy! Joe-Joe Monster! Peter Pan!" I said, walking through the door of Patricks house. When I slipped my shoes off I was met with the first familiar face of the night.
I saw his familiar dark hair and smile make it's way over to give me a big hug. "Baby Belle! I missed you!!" Joe exclaimed, twirling me around quickly and releasing me. I stumbled a little bit while he pulled me into the kitchen. He released his grip from me and shoved me towards Andy. "Look who's home!" Joe exclaimed, and began stuffing his mouth full of french fries, dipping his fist-full of fries frantically into the ketchup like it was the first and last thing he'd ever eat.
I stood there with a smile on my face. I missed them.
Andy was standing over the stove still dishing out the french fries that Joe was demolishing quicker than they were being handed to him.
"Hey," I said, taking a seat on the counter next to the stove.
"Hey trouble. How have you been?" Andy asked, throwing the pan in the sink before giving me a hug and standing across from me.
"Busy, and trying not you miss you guys. Who woulda thought I'd miss that?" I asked, pointing to Joe who was chewing his with his mouth open absentmindedly. Andy laughed.
"You know you love us," He said, raising his eyebrows.
"Hey! You made it home!" I looked over to the voice and smiled wider than I had in months. I ran over to Patrick and jumped into his arms.
"I missed you so much," I said, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist and letting a happy tear free-fall onto his shoulder.
"I've missed you, too," He said, as I let my legs drop to the floor and balance my body and he wiped my tear with his thumb.
I heard a series of mock 'Aww, how cute's but ignored them to take notice of my brother; my Patrick. His dirty blonde hair was resting comfortably under a baseball cap that I got him for his birthday a couple of years ago. His eyes seemed to scream happiness, and I couldn't help but to mirror that expression.
Patrick quickly ushered me into the living room.
"How is the movie coming along?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch. I sat next to him and made myself comfortable.
"It's coming along famously. This is the most amazing thing I've ever done, Patrick. It's insane, and I'm a part of it. But the technicalities of it are starting to get to me," I told him, picking at the fibers on my jeans.
"I'm not going to ask what's wrong. I know you're stressed, I've been hearing it in your voice over the phone. Is it the nerves?" He asked with concern evident in his voice.
"I dunno, it's nothing really. It's just that Brock, my agent or whatever his is, keeps trying to get me to do interviews and red carpet appearances. It's really uncomfortable," I told Patrick, biting my lower lip out of nervousness.
"You know I still haven't met this Brock guy," He said, shifting in his chair.
"Hey, I'm twenty-two now. I thought you would have given up on being the over-protective older brother," I told him as I pulled my legs up onto the couch.
He cocked his head to the side and smiled, "I'm always going to be older than you, Belle. And I'm always going to be over-protective. You know that," He said with a smile.
We were in our on little world, talking about new albums we've been listening to and anecdotes from our lives. We keep up through telephone conversations, but that was no comparison to this.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see...
"Peter Pan!" I exclaimed dramatically, getting off of the couch to give him a hug.
"Tinkerbelle!!" He exclaimed just as dramatically.
We adopted the nicknames for each other after a discussion on literature a while ago. He is a big fan of Hemingway, while I adore Dickens. After a heated argument about metaphors and symbolism we agreed on only "The Adventures of Peter Pan", and decided that the only way to keep the peace was to call each other fictional characters' names.
Pete picked me up and twirled me around, and I'm sure I squealed loudly. After getting my bearings back I looked around the room and smiled.
"Pete, why aren't you at home? I mean, you just got back. You should be spending time ..." I trailed off and let a huge smile cross my face before turning around and looking at the culprit. "Are you throwing me a birthday party, Ricky Martin? Because I distinctly remember a certain conversation I had with you about this subject." I said with authority and a smile.
"It's Pat-Ricky Martin to you, Belle. And you didn't honestly think I wasn't going to, did you? I mean, I wasn't here for your birthday, and this is the least I could do," He said, referring to the 22nd birthday that I celebrated a week ago. I hesitated to agree with him, and Kay laughed as she took a seat next to him.
After talking for a while I excused myself to go upstairs and change. After taking a quick shower I searched through my closet and found a pair of tattered blue jeans. They were a little more form-fitting than I was used to, having previously been owned by Pete. He outgrew them a couple of years ago, and refused to throw them away. I told him I would take good care of them for him.
I continued scanning through my closet before deciding on a white fitted t-shirt and a light green hoodie. I pulled back and looked at myself, contemplating on whether or not I should try makeup. I owned a black eye-liner pencil that Kay left in my bathroom, along with some face powder. I couldn't even dress up if I wanted to I thought with a smile, noting the fact that I don't own a blow-dryer, curling iron, etc. I do, however, own almost every body spray ever made. My cell phone started ringing from my gym bag and I walked out of my bathroom to find it.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry we couldn't be there for your party, Belle," I heard Brendons voice say over the speaker of my phone.
"Well, you are in Europe having your own fun. I'll be here when you get back," I told him.
After looking in the mirror and being somewhat satisfied with my reflection I took a seat on the bed. I heard a quick knock and then Petes head pop in.
"Who's on the phone?" He asked, as he took a seat next to me and turned the TV on.
"It's Brendon, say hi," I said, and I hit the speaker phone button and sat on my bed. Pete mumbled a "hello" into the phone.
"Hey Pete. You came in at just the right moment. I was just going to offer myself to Belle as a birthday present. That is, of course, if she's not already floored by your charm." Brendon said with a laugh.
"I could never fall for Pete's charm, I'm saving myself for you, dear Brendon. Besides, Sir Wentz is far too much of a territorial pisser for me. My stomach is too weak to deal with the stench of urine following me around all day." I finished with a giggle.
"So you choose me over him because I won't piss on you?" Brendon asked incredulously.
"Well, that and the fact that you're younger than me. I can still teach you a thing or two," I said in a mischievously seductive manner.
I looked up and laughed uncontrollably when I saw Pete listening attentively to my phone conversation.
"Or two? Hey, I'm up for that endeavor. Are you sure you don't want to come on tour with us?" Brendons voice piped up.
"What's with all of the sexual innuendos?" Pete asked, grabbing my phone and directing his voice into the speaker.
"When did the subject of urine fall into the category of a sexual innuendo?" Brendon asked with a laugh. Pete handed me back my phone, seemingly amused by our sexually elicit banter.
"Well, I have to let you go now. Music is calling my name, and I can't ignore her," Brendon said solemnly.
"Alright. I'll talk to you later my love," I said in my best English accent.
"I shall count the minutes," Brendon replied with a laugh before hanging up. I tapped the "end call" button on my phone and threw it onto the bed next to me.
"My love..?" Pete questioned, raising his eyebrows. I looked at Pete and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
"Aww, is Peter Pan jealous?" I asked smiling, preparing my fingers to tickle him. He noticed.
"I swear to god, Belle. If you tickle me I'm gonna kick your ass," He said, scooting further away from me. I got up on my knees and tackled him. I began assaulting him with my fingers, causing him to squeal like a little girl.
"You can't be in a bad mood during my birthday party, Wentz! This is your punishment!" I said in my best evil villain voice.
He grabbed both of my wrists and held them together with one hand and began tickling me with the other. I freed myself and squirmed away on my knees but he was quickly behind me.
"You shouldn't have started a game you weren't willing to finish!" He screeched as he grabbed my legs to stop me and I rolled over onto my back and began to kick up at him. He straddled my legs as he began tickling me on the sides of my stomach. I was laughing so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I put my hands to his chest and tried with a feeble attempt to get him off of me. "I can't....breathe!" I exclaimed between laughter.
"Say uncle!" He said, hovering closely above me. I held on for another couple of minutes before giving in to his demands. His fingers slowed to a stop and I fought to catch my breath. He sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed my hands to help me up.
I sat up next to him and he pulled a small box out of his pocket. "Ugh, it's nothing extravagant, but.. When I saw it I thought of you," He said, handing me the box.
I grabbed it from him and smiled, peeling away the aluminum foil wrap that he used as wrapping paper.
I opened up the box to find a small hemp necklace. His hand reached over and he grabbed the charm pendant that was dangling from it.
It was a silver pendant, with an engraving of the disney characters of Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle.
I smiled widely and pulled him into a hug.
"Ugh, Bonnie showed me how to braid hemp, so the necklace is a little fucked up.. if you wanna buy a chain for it-"
"Shut up Pete, I love it," I said, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I pulled back and looked into his hazel eyes.
"Thank you," I said.
"I have an identical one," He said, lifting up his pant leg and exposing the hemp necklace and pendant around his ankle. "It's a little queer on my ankle, but this way I can never lose it," He said with a wide smile, putting his leg down.
"Um, can you latch this?" I asked him, handing him the necklace and turning around. He shifted closer to my back before wrapping the necklace around my neck. I pulled my hair up so it wouldn't intrude.
I jumped a little as I felt his finger trace around the length of the necklace. "I'm just trying to straighten it out," He whispered, as if a noise louder than that would break his concentration.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday... oh, ugh.." I turned around quickly to see Christian standing in the door.
His jet-black hair was just long enough to sweep his eyebrows. A plain black "Rise Against" t-shirt and vintage jeans were simple enough for his 5'8 frame. He shook his head to sweep hair away from his crystalline blue eyes, which were shooting daggers at Pete.
"Oh, ugh, Pete was giving me my birthday present," I said quickly, getting off of my bed to show it to Christian. He glanced down at the object for a second before returning his glare to Pete.
"Kay wanted me to come up here and get you. She said that your brother has something for you," Christian said in a somber voice, as Pete lifted himself from my bed and walked past us and down the stairs.
I knew I had to say something.. I couldn't just sit there and not do anything.
"They are having some sort of 'meet the press' thing at the rainbow tonight. I think I should go," He said, turning around. I grabbed his arm.
"Please don't. You know it's nothing," I said, using my other hand to lace my fingers with his. He looked down and back up to me.
"I do?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded my head 'yes' and reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips before leading him downstairs.
Authors Note: I promise the next will be alot more fun. I'm done with the intro, so the fun can really begin.
Review? ...Please?//
"Patrick! Andy! Joe-Joe Monster! Peter Pan!" I said, walking through the door of Patricks house. When I slipped my shoes off I was met with the first familiar face of the night.
I saw his familiar dark hair and smile make it's way over to give me a big hug. "Baby Belle! I missed you!!" Joe exclaimed, twirling me around quickly and releasing me. I stumbled a little bit while he pulled me into the kitchen. He released his grip from me and shoved me towards Andy. "Look who's home!" Joe exclaimed, and began stuffing his mouth full of french fries, dipping his fist-full of fries frantically into the ketchup like it was the first and last thing he'd ever eat.
I stood there with a smile on my face. I missed them.
Andy was standing over the stove still dishing out the french fries that Joe was demolishing quicker than they were being handed to him.
"Hey," I said, taking a seat on the counter next to the stove.
"Hey trouble. How have you been?" Andy asked, throwing the pan in the sink before giving me a hug and standing across from me.
"Busy, and trying not you miss you guys. Who woulda thought I'd miss that?" I asked, pointing to Joe who was chewing his with his mouth open absentmindedly. Andy laughed.
"You know you love us," He said, raising his eyebrows.
"Hey! You made it home!" I looked over to the voice and smiled wider than I had in months. I ran over to Patrick and jumped into his arms.
"I missed you so much," I said, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist and letting a happy tear free-fall onto his shoulder.
"I've missed you, too," He said, as I let my legs drop to the floor and balance my body and he wiped my tear with his thumb.
I heard a series of mock 'Aww, how cute's but ignored them to take notice of my brother; my Patrick. His dirty blonde hair was resting comfortably under a baseball cap that I got him for his birthday a couple of years ago. His eyes seemed to scream happiness, and I couldn't help but to mirror that expression.
Patrick quickly ushered me into the living room.
"How is the movie coming along?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch. I sat next to him and made myself comfortable.
"It's coming along famously. This is the most amazing thing I've ever done, Patrick. It's insane, and I'm a part of it. But the technicalities of it are starting to get to me," I told him, picking at the fibers on my jeans.
"I'm not going to ask what's wrong. I know you're stressed, I've been hearing it in your voice over the phone. Is it the nerves?" He asked with concern evident in his voice.
"I dunno, it's nothing really. It's just that Brock, my agent or whatever his is, keeps trying to get me to do interviews and red carpet appearances. It's really uncomfortable," I told Patrick, biting my lower lip out of nervousness.
"You know I still haven't met this Brock guy," He said, shifting in his chair.
"Hey, I'm twenty-two now. I thought you would have given up on being the over-protective older brother," I told him as I pulled my legs up onto the couch.
He cocked his head to the side and smiled, "I'm always going to be older than you, Belle. And I'm always going to be over-protective. You know that," He said with a smile.
We were in our on little world, talking about new albums we've been listening to and anecdotes from our lives. We keep up through telephone conversations, but that was no comparison to this.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see...
"Peter Pan!" I exclaimed dramatically, getting off of the couch to give him a hug.
"Tinkerbelle!!" He exclaimed just as dramatically.
We adopted the nicknames for each other after a discussion on literature a while ago. He is a big fan of Hemingway, while I adore Dickens. After a heated argument about metaphors and symbolism we agreed on only "The Adventures of Peter Pan", and decided that the only way to keep the peace was to call each other fictional characters' names.
Pete picked me up and twirled me around, and I'm sure I squealed loudly. After getting my bearings back I looked around the room and smiled.
"Pete, why aren't you at home? I mean, you just got back. You should be spending time ..." I trailed off and let a huge smile cross my face before turning around and looking at the culprit. "Are you throwing me a birthday party, Ricky Martin? Because I distinctly remember a certain conversation I had with you about this subject." I said with authority and a smile.
"It's Pat-Ricky Martin to you, Belle. And you didn't honestly think I wasn't going to, did you? I mean, I wasn't here for your birthday, and this is the least I could do," He said, referring to the 22nd birthday that I celebrated a week ago. I hesitated to agree with him, and Kay laughed as she took a seat next to him.
After talking for a while I excused myself to go upstairs and change. After taking a quick shower I searched through my closet and found a pair of tattered blue jeans. They were a little more form-fitting than I was used to, having previously been owned by Pete. He outgrew them a couple of years ago, and refused to throw them away. I told him I would take good care of them for him.
I continued scanning through my closet before deciding on a white fitted t-shirt and a light green hoodie. I pulled back and looked at myself, contemplating on whether or not I should try makeup. I owned a black eye-liner pencil that Kay left in my bathroom, along with some face powder. I couldn't even dress up if I wanted to I thought with a smile, noting the fact that I don't own a blow-dryer, curling iron, etc. I do, however, own almost every body spray ever made. My cell phone started ringing from my gym bag and I walked out of my bathroom to find it.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry we couldn't be there for your party, Belle," I heard Brendons voice say over the speaker of my phone.
"Well, you are in Europe having your own fun. I'll be here when you get back," I told him.
After looking in the mirror and being somewhat satisfied with my reflection I took a seat on the bed. I heard a quick knock and then Petes head pop in.
"Who's on the phone?" He asked, as he took a seat next to me and turned the TV on.
"It's Brendon, say hi," I said, and I hit the speaker phone button and sat on my bed. Pete mumbled a "hello" into the phone.
"Hey Pete. You came in at just the right moment. I was just going to offer myself to Belle as a birthday present. That is, of course, if she's not already floored by your charm." Brendon said with a laugh.
"I could never fall for Pete's charm, I'm saving myself for you, dear Brendon. Besides, Sir Wentz is far too much of a territorial pisser for me. My stomach is too weak to deal with the stench of urine following me around all day." I finished with a giggle.
"So you choose me over him because I won't piss on you?" Brendon asked incredulously.
"Well, that and the fact that you're younger than me. I can still teach you a thing or two," I said in a mischievously seductive manner.
I looked up and laughed uncontrollably when I saw Pete listening attentively to my phone conversation.
"Or two? Hey, I'm up for that endeavor. Are you sure you don't want to come on tour with us?" Brendons voice piped up.
"What's with all of the sexual innuendos?" Pete asked, grabbing my phone and directing his voice into the speaker.
"When did the subject of urine fall into the category of a sexual innuendo?" Brendon asked with a laugh. Pete handed me back my phone, seemingly amused by our sexually elicit banter.
"Well, I have to let you go now. Music is calling my name, and I can't ignore her," Brendon said solemnly.
"Alright. I'll talk to you later my love," I said in my best English accent.
"I shall count the minutes," Brendon replied with a laugh before hanging up. I tapped the "end call" button on my phone and threw it onto the bed next to me.
"My love..?" Pete questioned, raising his eyebrows. I looked at Pete and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
"Aww, is Peter Pan jealous?" I asked smiling, preparing my fingers to tickle him. He noticed.
"I swear to god, Belle. If you tickle me I'm gonna kick your ass," He said, scooting further away from me. I got up on my knees and tackled him. I began assaulting him with my fingers, causing him to squeal like a little girl.
"You can't be in a bad mood during my birthday party, Wentz! This is your punishment!" I said in my best evil villain voice.
He grabbed both of my wrists and held them together with one hand and began tickling me with the other. I freed myself and squirmed away on my knees but he was quickly behind me.
"You shouldn't have started a game you weren't willing to finish!" He screeched as he grabbed my legs to stop me and I rolled over onto my back and began to kick up at him. He straddled my legs as he began tickling me on the sides of my stomach. I was laughing so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I put my hands to his chest and tried with a feeble attempt to get him off of me. "I can't....breathe!" I exclaimed between laughter.
"Say uncle!" He said, hovering closely above me. I held on for another couple of minutes before giving in to his demands. His fingers slowed to a stop and I fought to catch my breath. He sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed my hands to help me up.
I sat up next to him and he pulled a small box out of his pocket. "Ugh, it's nothing extravagant, but.. When I saw it I thought of you," He said, handing me the box.
I grabbed it from him and smiled, peeling away the aluminum foil wrap that he used as wrapping paper.
I opened up the box to find a small hemp necklace. His hand reached over and he grabbed the charm pendant that was dangling from it.
It was a silver pendant, with an engraving of the disney characters of Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle.
I smiled widely and pulled him into a hug.
"Ugh, Bonnie showed me how to braid hemp, so the necklace is a little fucked up.. if you wanna buy a chain for it-"
"Shut up Pete, I love it," I said, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I pulled back and looked into his hazel eyes.
"Thank you," I said.
"I have an identical one," He said, lifting up his pant leg and exposing the hemp necklace and pendant around his ankle. "It's a little queer on my ankle, but this way I can never lose it," He said with a wide smile, putting his leg down.
"Um, can you latch this?" I asked him, handing him the necklace and turning around. He shifted closer to my back before wrapping the necklace around my neck. I pulled my hair up so it wouldn't intrude.
I jumped a little as I felt his finger trace around the length of the necklace. "I'm just trying to straighten it out," He whispered, as if a noise louder than that would break his concentration.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday... oh, ugh.." I turned around quickly to see Christian standing in the door.
His jet-black hair was just long enough to sweep his eyebrows. A plain black "Rise Against" t-shirt and vintage jeans were simple enough for his 5'8 frame. He shook his head to sweep hair away from his crystalline blue eyes, which were shooting daggers at Pete.
"Oh, ugh, Pete was giving me my birthday present," I said quickly, getting off of my bed to show it to Christian. He glanced down at the object for a second before returning his glare to Pete.
"Kay wanted me to come up here and get you. She said that your brother has something for you," Christian said in a somber voice, as Pete lifted himself from my bed and walked past us and down the stairs.
I knew I had to say something.. I couldn't just sit there and not do anything.
"They are having some sort of 'meet the press' thing at the rainbow tonight. I think I should go," He said, turning around. I grabbed his arm.
"Please don't. You know it's nothing," I said, using my other hand to lace my fingers with his. He looked down and back up to me.
"I do?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded my head 'yes' and reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips before leading him downstairs.
Authors Note: I promise the next will be alot more fun. I'm done with the intro, so the fun can really begin.
Review? ...Please?//
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