Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 11

Hey! look who's back in this fic! It's Joe Troh!
So, on with the Joe Troh love:

this is joseph trohman
he's a good guy


he's hard effing core, man!


he's bold


and sometimes adorable


and sometimes a little emo


on occasion, he's the phonz


and sometimes he's snarly and sexy




okay, he's pretty much always sexy


him and pete are close


yeah, pete totally trusts him...


he's also got completely lickable arms




and pretty, blue eyes


the end! (lol, I'm five)

but oh what a nice end it is..

        It wasn’t like he was heartbroken or anything, but even after a week, at least once a day, Pete would in fact think about Patrick, and it did make his stomach twist up a little. Pete would think to himself that this was due to the fact that he never got to apologize; he tried not to think to himself that this was because he had liked Patrick. As in, really liked him.

     In general, he tried to keep these thoughts to a minimum, mostly by staying distracted, which meant spending a lot of time with Joe.

    Joe only asked about Patrick once (mockingly, “So, where’s Sunshine been?”) and when he noticed the look of panic in Pete’s eyes and the tone of his voice when he answered (fidgeting, “I dunno.”) he didn’t mention it again. Joe was a good guy like that.

    They just hung around a lot, drinking beer and watching TV, or they went out to parties and shows and sometimes they practiced together. This was very cool for Pete, who was trying to pick up bass, because Joe was really passionate about music and didn’t get mad at Pete’s shitty playing when they jammed.
   
    Then Joe asked Pete if he wanted to branch off from hardcore a little and start a side project with him. Joe said he’d been hanging out with this kid Andy (Pete had only a vague awareness of him as a drummer who played for a few bands in the scene, but Joe assured him that this dude was also a killer songwriter) and they had been talking about starting a band.

    Pete’s first impression of Andy was that he was short and quiet. His second impression was that he smiled like an evil genius and cracked a lot of inappropriate jokes. The third was that he liked this kid and could definitely work with him. And by the time Andy was sitting behind his drum kit newly set up in Joe’s basement, Pete was trying to think of band names.
                       
    Pete quickly threw himself into the (as yet unnamed) band. It was easy for Pete to get absorbed in a project; not many people knew it, because he was always so all over the place. The simple truth was that when he got hooked on something, he really got hooked. He took to spending nearly every moment that he wasn’t in class or with Arma working on songs and lyrics and bass lines for As Yet Unnamed. Then it reached the point where he frittered away even the time he should’ve been in class working on songs as well. Not that his Poli-Sci degree wasn’t important to him... except that it kinda wasn’t so much anymore. School was just something he was doing; music was what he wanted to do. He’d even started taking voice lessons (about which he would never, ever tell Joe) with an ancient lady across town who worked with teen pageant contestants. Twice a week, he’d stand in the middle of her living room ornamented with headshots of girls in middle school and do scales, while she tapped out tinkering notes what he was supposed to sound like on a baby grand. Pete knew his voice was rough, but thought maybe that would give some edge to this whole pop-punk thing they were trying out. And he thought he was actually getting fairly good.

    Yeah, he actually thought that.