Take Me To A Place Called Home: Part 6
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: Language
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 6!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 6
Peter’s POV
Bitch 2.0 must have had some stick up her ass, because she was on edge all morning. It was pissing me off too. I was already pissed because Patrick left me cold in the shower, so her bitching at us all the way to our photo shoot wasn’t helping.
“When I say you all will need to be awake at eight sharp, I expect to have you ready and set to go! Now that you two dragged us down we’ll be late!”
I mean she wouldn’t shut up. She just kept on ranting like it would kill her not to. Andy and Joe looked about as interested in her as always, not at all. I was making faces every time she turned to bitch at someone else, and Patrick…Patrick looked a little scary. He had an expression on his face that looked like he had stepped in shit, slipped in a mud puddle, hit his head, bumped his knee, and got dumped all in one day. He basically had that look of ‘I’m going to kill someone’.
I examined him for a little longer before I scooted closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders as the bus rocked slowly as it drove the highway.
“Hey, just breathe alright? We’ll be outta here in a few; we’ll take a walk alright?” I whispered, pressing my nose to his temple.
“Excuse me! I don’t want to see this while I’m talking to you! I expect you to be alert and respectful!” She barked at me.
I felt the muscle in his temple clench as he stared at her, “Listen to me Patrick. We’ll get you out of here, have you cool down; I’ll help you get your cool back, okay? Are you hearing my words Patrick?”
I honestly hated it when he was like this. I hated having to try and keep him from tearing something, or in this case, some one apart. He needed some of that medicine…That depression crap there…What the fuck is it called? Hell I don’t know but he needed it.
I put my hand that wasn’t tight around his shoulder, on his stomach and tugged lightly at his shirt, “Is that okay?” I pressed; I’d get my God damn answer one way or another.
“Yes…” He spoke through barely open lips and a tight jaw.
“Good,” I patted his stomach, something about it just made it so…Pattable?
I turned my gaze now to Bitch 2.0.
“I think its time you stop talking.” I said in that calm voice that pissed people off when they were angry.
“Listen here young ma—”
“No,” I put my hand up to shut her up, “No, it’s in your best interest to…Stop. Talking.” I finished it rather harsh, but boo hoo cry me a river…Fucker.
She did stop, for once. She did that usual huff of her enormous chest them the bustle to a different part of the bus. She was usually in a different bus, one that followed us, but for the past three day’s she’s been on ours. Makes me wonder if the roadies finally got enough of her and kicked her off their bus and onto ours.
As soon as she left Patrick’s eyes fell on Joe and Andy, who sat across from us. His face immediately fell at the sight of their slightly shocked faces. I know for a fact they have seen him in this state, but they still acted like it was a new thing…Sorta irked me.
“Sorry…Guys,” Patrick mumbled, his eyes on his feet that were stretched out slightly in from of him.
“Nah, don’t be sorry man, she gets on my nerves too…”
I was surprised at Joe’s fast reaction to that, wasn’t expecting it.
“Yeah, you know what? There are thousands of people out there that could easily replace her.” Andy added.
I felt their eyes on me now. I knew what they were thinking…
I glanced at them, then back to Patrick who still had his head down as if he were being scolded, “How ‘bout it Patrick? I’ll get us a new bookie…Would that ease the stress level a bit?”
I saw him nod ever so slightly that I doubt Andy and Joe even saw.
“Alright, I’ll start calling tomorrow,” I said, pressing a small kiss to his cheek while rubbing his back.
Thank God for large family, now all I needed to do was call Mack. My mother’s mother’s son’s cousin twice removed on father’s side, re-married into mother’s grandmother’s side…Nah I’m just kidding. Mack was real however, my cousin…Seriously. He worked for Island and he was the one that gave us Bitch 2.0 in the first place, not really knowing she was in fact a bitch.
Getting a new manager is one hell of a hassle, that’s why I kept putting it off. But if Patrick was so bothered by her that he in fact wanted to see her dead…Then I think I could possibly work something out.
It wasn’t far to the studio we were shooting at, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. The rest of the ride has been silent except for the few words exchanged between Andy and Joe. I swear they were hiding something from us…
“Let’s go! Get out and go straight to the door! Understood?!”
God. She yelled every damn thing she said.
“Okay! But you know what?! It would be great if you stopped yelling!” I spoke in mock-yell at her.
“Move!” She bellowed pointing to the head of the bus.
We filed out…Slowly, just to piss the beast off. For some reason the sun seemed really bright, and it actually hurt my eyes. Weird…
We were greeted by a big guy in black clothing and black sunglasses, standing in front of the large white door. The damn door reflected a lot of sunlight, pretty much blinding me. I shielded my eyes as we stopped, the guy staring down at us.
“Here,” Bitch 2.0 shoved a large yellow envelope into his hands.
He took out the papers inside; I guess his eyes were scanning them, but hell I couldn’t tell. Heh…That rhymed.
“Your ID,” He spoke bluntly to Bitch 2.0 as she handed him the clip on ID that confirmed she was our manager.
He stepped aside, “See to the front desk, and ask Sandra what room you’re scheduled in.”
We walked only a few feet, down a hallway lined with professional photography and then entered a small waiting area. Which was very white and annoying…
“Excuse me, which room is reserved for the shooting of Fall Out Boy?”
That sounded funny…It was probably the most pleasant Bitch 2.0 had spoken to anyone. It surprised me.
Sandra, the secretary behind the mahogany desk, scanned the thick appointment book that sat in front of her, “You are on floor three, room 329, and Ben is your photographer.”
She replied with a smile, pointing her pen at the elevator doors. My stomach bit me. I stepped forward to the desk and leaned on it.
“Where might I find the stairs?”
“Around the corner there, just past the restrooms,” She replied pleasantly.
“Thank you.”
I glanced over at Patrick as I started to walk, “I’ll meet you up there okay?”
He advanced to follow me, “I’ll go with you…”
I smiled, what a good boy he was.
I saw the visible hate on Andy’s and Joe’s faces. Well if they weren’t so lazy they could have come with us.
We took the stairs at a steady pace, not really communicating. He wasn’t in the best of moods and I was too distracted by the damn lights. I stopped once we got to the second floor landing and rubbed at my eyes.
“Are you alright Pete?”
I felt his hand on my back as I stopped my vigorous rubbing long enough to look at him.
“I don’t know. The lights are getting to me…”
He frowned, not sure what to say. I shook it off, “Let’s go,” I gave him a fake smile.
Now, if I thought the fucking hallway was bright…It was nothing compared to this Ben character’s photo room.
“Ah! Welcome welcome! Come on in don’t be shy!”
Just what I feared, a screecher and a high pitch girl-man voice.
“I’ve just been SO excited all morning long for this! Do come in. Do you have your written copy of the desired prints?” He looked to Bitch 2.0.
She handed him the envelope. Was he a sight or what?
Bleach blond hair standing up in all directions with deep hot pink blotches. A teal tank top hugged his chest and left about an inch of skin showing where his black leather pants started low on his hips. I can’t believe I’d have to stand here and stare at him while he took pictures and trying not to laugh at the same damn time.
“Alright, come, come. This way please,” He said nearly throwing the envelope back at Bitch 2.0 after looking through it.
We followed his bustling self to an area with different types of flashy furniture of pretty much every shape and size, not to mention every ass-ugly color you could think of. I mean, yellow and sea foam green? Please.
“Alright!” He whirled on us, catching all of us off guard, “Now then, you,” He pointed to me, “A, you, B, C and D,” He pointed from me to Patrick to Andy then Joe.
“Remember your letter and come, stand here. Now just stand and I’ll tell you where and how to move. Understood?”
We said our yes’ and made our way over to the grayish drop down photo mat.
I had a hunch it would be a long rest of the day.
---
It was late afternoon when we escaped the clutches of Ben. He not only kept us late to talk about what life on the road was like, no, he had to make it better by having us suffer through 12 enormous photo albums of famous people he had worked with before. Needless to say I wanted to choke myself with my shoelaces.
“I could go for that walk you mentioned earlier,” I felt Patrick’s index finger hook mine as we were headed for the bus.
I smiled at him, “Yeah so could I.”
“Think we could get food first?”
I noticed Joe walking quite a few feet behind Patrick and I, looking at me in hopes I’d say yes. I let my eyes trail back to Patrick.
“Would you mind taking a walk after we ate?”
He shook his head, “Nah, its okay. Can’t starve Mr. Eves over here,” He joked.
Made me wonder though, Joe was a good eves dropper, seemed to know every word that’s said and every thing that’s done between me and Patrick.
“Now, now, be nice B,” I said in a girl-man voice, pressing my nose to his cheek and nuzzled rather firm, getting a funny girly-like giggle from him.
I of course was making an immature mock of Ben, he told Patrick (B) to be nice after he had to take 14 shoots of one picture because Joe kept doing something wrong, and Patrick would obviously make fun…Along with me but I was nice about it.
I hooked my arm around his shoulders, his found a place around my waist as we made our way towards the all too familiar hunk of steel we got carted around in.
***BOOM! There you have it, not the most exciting of chapters…In fact I won’t be a bit surprised if I get hated on for this one because it was so boring lol! I’m terribly sorry…Yeah, well Next chapter…I promise it will be better. Just forgive me for this one lol! Love to all!***
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: Language
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 6!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 6
Bitch 2.0 must have had some stick up her ass, because she was on edge all morning. It was pissing me off too. I was already pissed because Patrick left me cold in the shower, so her bitching at us all the way to our photo shoot wasn’t helping.
“When I say you all will need to be awake at eight sharp, I expect to have you ready and set to go! Now that you two dragged us down we’ll be late!”
I mean she wouldn’t shut up. She just kept on ranting like it would kill her not to. Andy and Joe looked about as interested in her as always, not at all. I was making faces every time she turned to bitch at someone else, and Patrick…Patrick looked a little scary. He had an expression on his face that looked like he had stepped in shit, slipped in a mud puddle, hit his head, bumped his knee, and got dumped all in one day. He basically had that look of ‘I’m going to kill someone’.
I examined him for a little longer before I scooted closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders as the bus rocked slowly as it drove the highway.
“Hey, just breathe alright? We’ll be outta here in a few; we’ll take a walk alright?” I whispered, pressing my nose to his temple.
“Excuse me! I don’t want to see this while I’m talking to you! I expect you to be alert and respectful!” She barked at me.
I felt the muscle in his temple clench as he stared at her, “Listen to me Patrick. We’ll get you out of here, have you cool down; I’ll help you get your cool back, okay? Are you hearing my words Patrick?”
I honestly hated it when he was like this. I hated having to try and keep him from tearing something, or in this case, some one apart. He needed some of that medicine…That depression crap there…What the fuck is it called? Hell I don’t know but he needed it.
I put my hand that wasn’t tight around his shoulder, on his stomach and tugged lightly at his shirt, “Is that okay?” I pressed; I’d get my God damn answer one way or another.
“Yes…” He spoke through barely open lips and a tight jaw.
“Good,” I patted his stomach, something about it just made it so…Pattable?
I turned my gaze now to Bitch 2.0.
“I think its time you stop talking.” I said in that calm voice that pissed people off when they were angry.
“Listen here young ma—”
“No,” I put my hand up to shut her up, “No, it’s in your best interest to…Stop. Talking.” I finished it rather harsh, but boo hoo cry me a river…Fucker.
She did stop, for once. She did that usual huff of her enormous chest them the bustle to a different part of the bus. She was usually in a different bus, one that followed us, but for the past three day’s she’s been on ours. Makes me wonder if the roadies finally got enough of her and kicked her off their bus and onto ours.
As soon as she left Patrick’s eyes fell on Joe and Andy, who sat across from us. His face immediately fell at the sight of their slightly shocked faces. I know for a fact they have seen him in this state, but they still acted like it was a new thing…Sorta irked me.
“Sorry…Guys,” Patrick mumbled, his eyes on his feet that were stretched out slightly in from of him.
“Nah, don’t be sorry man, she gets on my nerves too…”
I was surprised at Joe’s fast reaction to that, wasn’t expecting it.
“Yeah, you know what? There are thousands of people out there that could easily replace her.” Andy added.
I felt their eyes on me now. I knew what they were thinking…
I glanced at them, then back to Patrick who still had his head down as if he were being scolded, “How ‘bout it Patrick? I’ll get us a new bookie…Would that ease the stress level a bit?”
I saw him nod ever so slightly that I doubt Andy and Joe even saw.
“Alright, I’ll start calling tomorrow,” I said, pressing a small kiss to his cheek while rubbing his back.
Thank God for large family, now all I needed to do was call Mack. My mother’s mother’s son’s cousin twice removed on father’s side, re-married into mother’s grandmother’s side…Nah I’m just kidding. Mack was real however, my cousin…Seriously. He worked for Island and he was the one that gave us Bitch 2.0 in the first place, not really knowing she was in fact a bitch.
Getting a new manager is one hell of a hassle, that’s why I kept putting it off. But if Patrick was so bothered by her that he in fact wanted to see her dead…Then I think I could possibly work something out.
It wasn’t far to the studio we were shooting at, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. The rest of the ride has been silent except for the few words exchanged between Andy and Joe. I swear they were hiding something from us…
“Let’s go! Get out and go straight to the door! Understood?!”
God. She yelled every damn thing she said.
“Okay! But you know what?! It would be great if you stopped yelling!” I spoke in mock-yell at her.
“Move!” She bellowed pointing to the head of the bus.
We filed out…Slowly, just to piss the beast off. For some reason the sun seemed really bright, and it actually hurt my eyes. Weird…
We were greeted by a big guy in black clothing and black sunglasses, standing in front of the large white door. The damn door reflected a lot of sunlight, pretty much blinding me. I shielded my eyes as we stopped, the guy staring down at us.
“Here,” Bitch 2.0 shoved a large yellow envelope into his hands.
He took out the papers inside; I guess his eyes were scanning them, but hell I couldn’t tell. Heh…That rhymed.
“Your ID,” He spoke bluntly to Bitch 2.0 as she handed him the clip on ID that confirmed she was our manager.
He stepped aside, “See to the front desk, and ask Sandra what room you’re scheduled in.”
We walked only a few feet, down a hallway lined with professional photography and then entered a small waiting area. Which was very white and annoying…
“Excuse me, which room is reserved for the shooting of Fall Out Boy?”
That sounded funny…It was probably the most pleasant Bitch 2.0 had spoken to anyone. It surprised me.
Sandra, the secretary behind the mahogany desk, scanned the thick appointment book that sat in front of her, “You are on floor three, room 329, and Ben is your photographer.”
She replied with a smile, pointing her pen at the elevator doors. My stomach bit me. I stepped forward to the desk and leaned on it.
“Where might I find the stairs?”
“Around the corner there, just past the restrooms,” She replied pleasantly.
“Thank you.”
I glanced over at Patrick as I started to walk, “I’ll meet you up there okay?”
He advanced to follow me, “I’ll go with you…”
I smiled, what a good boy he was.
I saw the visible hate on Andy’s and Joe’s faces. Well if they weren’t so lazy they could have come with us.
We took the stairs at a steady pace, not really communicating. He wasn’t in the best of moods and I was too distracted by the damn lights. I stopped once we got to the second floor landing and rubbed at my eyes.
“Are you alright Pete?”
I felt his hand on my back as I stopped my vigorous rubbing long enough to look at him.
“I don’t know. The lights are getting to me…”
He frowned, not sure what to say. I shook it off, “Let’s go,” I gave him a fake smile.
Now, if I thought the fucking hallway was bright…It was nothing compared to this Ben character’s photo room.
“Ah! Welcome welcome! Come on in don’t be shy!”
Just what I feared, a screecher and a high pitch girl-man voice.
“I’ve just been SO excited all morning long for this! Do come in. Do you have your written copy of the desired prints?” He looked to Bitch 2.0.
She handed him the envelope. Was he a sight or what?
Bleach blond hair standing up in all directions with deep hot pink blotches. A teal tank top hugged his chest and left about an inch of skin showing where his black leather pants started low on his hips. I can’t believe I’d have to stand here and stare at him while he took pictures and trying not to laugh at the same damn time.
“Alright, come, come. This way please,” He said nearly throwing the envelope back at Bitch 2.0 after looking through it.
We followed his bustling self to an area with different types of flashy furniture of pretty much every shape and size, not to mention every ass-ugly color you could think of. I mean, yellow and sea foam green? Please.
“Alright!” He whirled on us, catching all of us off guard, “Now then, you,” He pointed to me, “A, you, B, C and D,” He pointed from me to Patrick to Andy then Joe.
“Remember your letter and come, stand here. Now just stand and I’ll tell you where and how to move. Understood?”
We said our yes’ and made our way over to the grayish drop down photo mat.
I had a hunch it would be a long rest of the day.
---
It was late afternoon when we escaped the clutches of Ben. He not only kept us late to talk about what life on the road was like, no, he had to make it better by having us suffer through 12 enormous photo albums of famous people he had worked with before. Needless to say I wanted to choke myself with my shoelaces.
“I could go for that walk you mentioned earlier,” I felt Patrick’s index finger hook mine as we were headed for the bus.
I smiled at him, “Yeah so could I.”
“Think we could get food first?”
I noticed Joe walking quite a few feet behind Patrick and I, looking at me in hopes I’d say yes. I let my eyes trail back to Patrick.
“Would you mind taking a walk after we ate?”
He shook his head, “Nah, its okay. Can’t starve Mr. Eves over here,” He joked.
Made me wonder though, Joe was a good eves dropper, seemed to know every word that’s said and every thing that’s done between me and Patrick.
“Now, now, be nice B,” I said in a girl-man voice, pressing my nose to his cheek and nuzzled rather firm, getting a funny girly-like giggle from him.
I of course was making an immature mock of Ben, he told Patrick (B) to be nice after he had to take 14 shoots of one picture because Joe kept doing something wrong, and Patrick would obviously make fun…Along with me but I was nice about it.
I hooked my arm around his shoulders, his found a place around my waist as we made our way towards the all too familiar hunk of steel we got carted around in.