The First Last Kiss - Part One of Two
Title: The First Last Kiss
Author:
seraph05
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz
Warnings: Semi-bad swearing but appropriately place and what else…I don’t know there’s a gun.
Disclaimer: these people or characters are not mine! They belong to themselves only and this story is a complete fabrication, it is not in any way shape or form true. I borrowed facts about the band members in Fall Out Boy (who I love dearly and would never want to upset or trouble) to make it seem more realistic. Not true! Fan fiction! I feel very strongly about this ok?
Summary: I don’t want to give to much away…You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll “YEAH!”, you’ll “awwwwww”…….i hope XD There’s a concert, a hostage situation, a kiss, a gun, a new song and our favorite boys in Harry Potter costumes.
The First Last Kiss
All of Pete’s senses snapped to attention at once like a shock running up his spine and he raked in a ragged gasp. He sat bolt up and looked around, disoriented, as his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Quick breathing sounded almost like whimpers in the sparse hotel room. It was like every nerve in his body was twitching with anxiety. After a few more minutes of silence, punctured only by his slowing gasps, Pete closed a hand over his slightly damp face finally recognizing his surroundings. His eyes slid shut and he fell back onto the soft bed relief beginning to flood his system.
“Oh thank god…” he groaned, a small smile forming on his lips despite the residual squeezing his heart was being subjected to. The hotel room, though sparse, was nothing less than plush as he and the other members of the touring band had decided that in this city they would live it up by taking separate lavish rooms. Pete looked over to the clock on his bedside table. The glowing digital numbers read as 9:30am giving him a few hours before the music festival they were playing at began. Deciding to take advantage of the fact that he was far more awake than was usual at this time of morning he threw off the covers and stood up. Pete then walked over to his suitcase, which was resting on a chair, and flipped the lid open. As he searched through the contents of his suitcase for a good outfit Pete did not feel his unease fade like he thought it would. In fact at this point in time he wanted nothing more than to hang out with his friends. Finally he decided on a new clandestine shirt, dark denim jeans and sneakers then inspected himself in the mirror. Giving his hair a quick tousle, his black eye shadow still lingering nicely from the day before, he completed the look. Pete grabbed his wallet and mobile off the dresser and made his way over to the door pressing speed dial one as he went.
There were a few tones before Joe picked up.
“Hey” he said with a yawn.
“Hey Joe, what are you guys doing?” Pete asked now leaving his hotel room and locking the door behind him.
“We’re having breakfast in the dining room” Joe answered “Want me to order something for you, like pancakes with maple syrup?”
“Yum, make it so number one” Pete could almost hear Joe rolling his eyes over the phone.
“What did I say about using obscure TV references dude?”
Pete grinned and chuckled a little.
“Can I talk to rickster?” he began then quickly continued with “Ah never mind, I’ll be down in a minute anyway”
“Ok” Joe said before hanging up.
Pete pressed the button for the elevator and then waited impatiently for it to come. He was beginning to feel hunger creeping into his stomach as the elevator arrived opening with a friendly ping noise. Pete got on and pressed the button for the second floor and a sweet woman’s voice informed him that that was option he had chosen. He leaned into one of the corners of the elevator as it slowly descended. The nagging need to be with his friends grew stronger and he looked up to the ceiling noticing a tiny camera in the corner.
“It was just a dream” he said as though assuring the camera of that fact “Just a bad dream…” All the same Pete knew he wouldn’t feel better until he’d at least had breakfast with his band mates.
* * *
“I didn’t know Snape had strawberry blond hair or thick rimmed glasses” Pete sniggered at the black robed figure that was walking towards him “You’re a lot smaller than I pictured too”
“You ought to talk” Patrick said in reply from under his wide rimmed wizard’s hat stifling a smirk “Besides, oh short one, I’m Harry”
“Oh I see, well that makes the costume much more believable” Pete replied as a group of little kids ran past squealing spells and the name of the newest Harry Potter book being released that day.
“Where’s Joe – I mean Dumbledore?” Pete said scanning the faces of the many exited fans that were lining up, crowding around and generally filling up the lower floor of the popular bookstore.
“Over there” Patrick replied jabbing a thumb in the direction of a Dumbledore that appeared to be trying, in vain, to hide behind a shelf “Andy’s here too somewhere, I lost track of him about an hour ago”
“I wonder if they’re enjoying this as much as you, Patrick Potter”
“Oh I doubt it, besides” Patrick added with a mischievous smile spreading across the length of his lips “Joe’s about to start the ‘handing out’ part of his shift where as I am about to end my shift for the day”
“It’s only one o’clock!” Pete shouted happily, checking his watch.
“I started at seven” Patrick said flatly and it was only now that Pete began to notice the tiredness in his friends green eyes.
“Praise Borders for turning you lose early then!” Pete exclaimed excitably patting Patrick on the back “Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll wait for you here. We can get a coffee and relax and talk about a new song idea!”
“So this is what this is about” Patrick said cheerily “You couldn’t wait till later to tell me about a new song idea”
“Aww come on, can’t a friend buy another friend a coffee without being accused of having an ulterior motive?” Pete feigned offence, following Patrick till he slipped into the Borders staff room.
“What’s the name?” Patrick said before he went in, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“The Morning After the Night Before” Pete leaned close to the gap and answered, his enthusiasm for the new song idea distracting him from the commotion that was beginning to take place at the front of the store.
“How does it go?” Patrick asked from the other side of the door.
“Well I’m not really sure of the tune but the lyrics go ‘As I lay me down to sleep, I wish I had a soul to keep, but all I have are these long wasted hours. Better the devil you know, but I think I know mine far too well, keeps me in my own personal hell, some dreams are worth the faking…” Pete’s voice died out as his eyes caught sight of people being shoved around on the other side of the store and the sound level grew louder.
“Yeah and?” Patrick said unaware of what was going on “Pete?” Suddenly a woman screamed grabbing Patrick’s attention. He opened the door but Pete had backed up a bit and was now nearly leaning on Patrick an almost instinctive fear spreading through his body. Something wasn’t right.
* * *
“Second floor” the woman’s voice beamed “Have a nice day”
Pete walked out of the elevator, down a corridor and into the hotels dining room. More than a few sets of eyes followed him as he walked over to his friends table but thankfully the hotel had managed to keep their profile low and therefore there weren’t multitudes of fans screaming for attention this morning.
“Morning” Andy called as Pete drew closer.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Pete asked noting Patrick’s absence from their breakfast gathering.
“Like a baby! We should get sweet hotel rooms all the time” Andy said gobbling down a fruit salad with yogurt.
“Yeah!” Joe agreed fervently munching on some bacon and eggs “This hotel is great! Room service at all hours, fantastic beds, great food and the waitress is even cute!”
“Lucky us!” Pete said with a smile sitting down in between Joe and Andy “…hey where’s Patrick, I thought he was here with you guys?”
“He was but he got up before us so by the time we got our breakfast he was practically finished. Then about a minute after you called he was called to the music festival to do some interviews on our behalf” Andy replied to Pete’s question “You just missed him” Pete sighed watching the empty seat where Patrick would have been sitting disappointedly.
“Hey what’s wrong?”
“Oh I just wanted to talk to Patrick that’s all” Pete said absentmindedly not really paying attention to who he was talking to.
“Well maybe these will help you cheer up” Pete looked up only now realizing the voice he was talking to was rather unfamiliar. Standing behind him was a very pretty girl with light brown hair, nearly blond, and a cute little smile. On one hand she balanced a plate of fresh steaming pancakes and in the other she held toppings. She couldn’t have been taller than Pete and her eyes blinked open, a stunning blue green color shining back at him.
“T-Thanks-” he stuttered, unprepared for the waitress Joe had been talking about, looking quickly to her name tag “Sarah”
“No problem” she replied setting the plate before him along with all the toppings “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“I’d love a cappuccino” Pete replied regaining his cool composure “Two sugars, please”
“Latte please” Joe added as Sara began scribbling down in her notepad.
“I’ll just have a tea” Andy added to the order “English breakfast with one and a half sugars”
“Sure sweets” she said cheerily “I’ll be right back” She turned around and all the guys watched her walk away silently until she was out of hearing range.
“Dude!” Pete exclaimed pouring maple syrup onto his pancakes “What a hottie!”
“I know” Andy said “We just kept ordering things to keep her here”
“No wonder you asked if you could order me pancakes” Pete said, mouth full as he nudged Joe.
“Nice hair” Andy said eating the last spoonful his breakfast.
“Nice body” Joe agreed.
“Nice eyes” Pete said slowly remembering their sheen “They remind me of something but I can’t think what, god they’re nice though” Pete didn’t notice the playful look that was exchanged between Joe and Andy.
“Her eyes huh?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, come on they were gorgeous” Pete said looking to each of his friends “…what?”
“Dude they’re like Patrick’s!” Joe said laughing a little “We were teasing him about it before he left”
“No really?…well there you go” Pete said quickly looking down at his breakfast as he ate so as not to see their grins widen. A few minutes later Sara returned with their drinks.
“Here you are guys” Sara said placing them down “Cappuccino for Peter”
“Call me Pete” he said flashing his pearly white grin.
“Sure Pete” she said her cheeks going a light pink color.
“Tea for Andy” she continued “and latte for Joe”
“Thanks Sara, you’re my new favorite waitress in the world” Andy said.
“When we come back, only you will do” Joe said sipping his latte.
“If I am still waitressing, it’d be an honor” she giggled as she began to clear the dirty plates “You certainly ate quickly Pete”
“Our concerts only a few hours away, so I thought we’d better get going soon” Pete replied pushing his empty plate towards her. Andy frowned at him.
“Since when are we early to concerts?” Andy asked Pete.
“It’s not just a concert this time it’s a festival and I wanna see what’s going on, see what other bands are playing” Pete answered standing up, coffee in hand “Besides I think Gym Class Heroes are going to be there. Are you guys coming or are you gonna hang out a bit more?”
“Eh we’ll hang out and see you in a few hours. We have to get changed and grab our stuff before we go to the festival. Besides…the fans. Do you really want to be mobbed by the fans for a couple of hours?” Joe replied a skeptic look on his face.
“I don’t mind, I’ll keep a low profile” Pete replied chugging down the coffee.
“Ok well see you on stage” Andy said with a wave.
“Yeah see you there” Pete said picking up his mobile and wallet and shoving them back into his pockets.
“And I’ll see you tonight” Pete said winking at Sara as he walked away.
“See you at dinner Pete” she replied flushing again.
* * *
“What’s going on?” Patrick whispered into Pete’s ear from behind as they both watched the strange jostling in the crowd spread further.
“I don’t know maybe someone’s causing trouble” Pete said not looking behind him but keeping his eyes on the crowd. More screams sounded and suddenly a voice boomed out over the rest.
“EVERYONE DROP DOWN!” it bellowed followed immediately by a gunshot. Pete started to move backwards again pushing Patrick back into the staff room as people all around dropped like a shockwave had hit them. Parents pulled their screaming kids to the ground, old people moved as fast as they could and at the front of the store the menacing figure came into view. It was a tall heavy built man in a thick black hoodie aiming a pistol at the ceiling. Specific features were lost in a blur as Pete fell backwards into the staff room and Patrick shut the door. Pete leapt back to his feet though his legs were shaking. Patrick was leaning against the door partly to keep it shut in case the man saw their escape and party because his legs too had become like lead with fear. Pete grabbed Patrick by the shirt and pulled him backwards looking around for an escape route.
“Is there a way out Patrick?” Pete asked urgently as the screams in the store continued he yanked Patrick’s shirt again, the material still scrunched in his hand “Patrick!” Patrick snapped to, turning to Pete his face whiter than Pete had ever seen it.
“No, there are no windows or doors. This is just a room where we eat and get changed” He replied shaking “Joe and Andy are still out there!” Pete’s eyes widened and his head snapped back to watching the closed door.
“Fuck” he swore “What the fuck are we going to do?!”
“I don’t know” Patrick said grabbing the wrist that was still holding his shirt and pried it off. He held Pete’s wrist for a moment longer feeling a little more secure from the contact. He realized this must’ve been the reason Pete hadn’t let go. Their hearts raced as they both watched the door, terrified.
“My mobile!” Patrick exclaimed finally releasing Pete’s wrist as he made his way cautiously over to the door. His bag had been dropped as he had moved backwards and Patrick grabbed it retreating back to where Pete was. He rifled through it for a moment before another two gunshots rang out causing them to drop both to the ground. Then they waited, unmoving waiting to hear what the bullets had hit. After a few seconds when no pained cries rang out they decided the attacker must’ve shot at the ceiling again not daring to think worse.
“Got it!” Patrick said pulling his mobile out and flipping it open dialing the police. When no tone came Patrick’s face turned to horror Pete vocalizing the problem.
“There’s no reception in downstairs Borders!”
“You have GOT to be kidding me” Patrick said, more of their luck than of the lack of reception as many times while at Borders mobiles had proved pointless. Pete pulled out his mobile confirming there was indeed no reception where they were.
“Ok we’ve got to do something” Pete said looking at his friend. Patrick’s eyes flickered that strange mixture between blue and green that intrigued Pete so. Whenever this happened, and the light struck them just right, Pete always made the effort to hold the gaze for as long as possible as he saw this in no-one else’s eyes. They were beautiful, like the treasure one sees in movies glinting and alluring. Today was an exception; Pete had no time to admire.
“Let’s check it out” Pete said and Patrick nodded. They got up, standing very close together despite the wide room, and began to move towards the door.
“I’ll open it, you check it out” Patrick suggested.
“Ok” Pete agreed. Patrick reached for the doorknob, the metal felt cold and smooth in his shaking hand as he turned it slowly. There was a click and they both jumped. Patrick gave it a tug and Pete looked through the crack in the door. He could see the hooded man shouting orders for the Borders staff to lock all the doors and for the crowds to gather on the far side of the floor, away from the doors. The hood was hiding his face but Pete could tell from the quiver in his voice that this guy was a complete psycho. He moved back a little and Patrick shut the door again. They sat leaning against the door.
“He’s got everyone on the right side of the room and he’s told the Borders guys to lock the doors” Pete whispered. They sat in the quiet of the staff room, the murmurs of everyone outside preventing silence. Patrick pulled a lanyard out from underneath his top and stared at the keys hanging from it.
“What’s that?” Pete asked so quietly Patrick barely heard him. Without looking away from the glinting keys Patrick answered Pete.
“They’re the keys to the doors”
“…Patrick…no” Pete stuttered his stomach twisting anxiously.
“I can do it. I can sneak to one of the doors and get out. I can get help” Patrick said gently looking to Pete.
“No you won’t!” Pete argued but Patrick’s expression, though quite pallid, hardened.
“Yes I can” Patrick retorted and went to stand up. Pete grabbed the lapels of Patrick’s shirt pulling him back down and close to his face.
“No you can’t and no you won’t! We’re staying here and waiting this out!” Pete hissed.
“Pete…what if someone gets hurt? What if someone gets killed when I could have gotten the cops?” Patrick growled in response struggling against Pete’s strong grasp.
“The cops will get here on their own! That psycho has let three shots off already there is no way the cops are not coming right now!” Pete replied his voice was low with dangerous tones “You are not risking yourself to do something like this”
“Get off damn it!”
Both Pete and Patrick froze at the sound of the loud shout that had issued from behind the door.
“Was that…was that Andy?”
A/N: Please be kind this is my first fanfic based on real life people and my first Peterick. If you want the rest of the story you'll have to comment XP Love S
Author:
seraph05Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz
Warnings: Semi-bad swearing but appropriately place and what else…I don’t know there’s a gun.
Disclaimer: these people or characters are not mine! They belong to themselves only and this story is a complete fabrication, it is not in any way shape or form true. I borrowed facts about the band members in Fall Out Boy (who I love dearly and would never want to upset or trouble) to make it seem more realistic. Not true! Fan fiction! I feel very strongly about this ok?
Summary: I don’t want to give to much away…You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll “YEAH!”, you’ll “awwwwww”…….i hope XD There’s a concert, a hostage situation, a kiss, a gun, a new song and our favorite boys in Harry Potter costumes.
The First Last Kiss
All of Pete’s senses snapped to attention at once like a shock running up his spine and he raked in a ragged gasp. He sat bolt up and looked around, disoriented, as his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Quick breathing sounded almost like whimpers in the sparse hotel room. It was like every nerve in his body was twitching with anxiety. After a few more minutes of silence, punctured only by his slowing gasps, Pete closed a hand over his slightly damp face finally recognizing his surroundings. His eyes slid shut and he fell back onto the soft bed relief beginning to flood his system.
“Oh thank god…” he groaned, a small smile forming on his lips despite the residual squeezing his heart was being subjected to. The hotel room, though sparse, was nothing less than plush as he and the other members of the touring band had decided that in this city they would live it up by taking separate lavish rooms. Pete looked over to the clock on his bedside table. The glowing digital numbers read as 9:30am giving him a few hours before the music festival they were playing at began. Deciding to take advantage of the fact that he was far more awake than was usual at this time of morning he threw off the covers and stood up. Pete then walked over to his suitcase, which was resting on a chair, and flipped the lid open. As he searched through the contents of his suitcase for a good outfit Pete did not feel his unease fade like he thought it would. In fact at this point in time he wanted nothing more than to hang out with his friends. Finally he decided on a new clandestine shirt, dark denim jeans and sneakers then inspected himself in the mirror. Giving his hair a quick tousle, his black eye shadow still lingering nicely from the day before, he completed the look. Pete grabbed his wallet and mobile off the dresser and made his way over to the door pressing speed dial one as he went.
There were a few tones before Joe picked up.
“Hey” he said with a yawn.
“Hey Joe, what are you guys doing?” Pete asked now leaving his hotel room and locking the door behind him.
“We’re having breakfast in the dining room” Joe answered “Want me to order something for you, like pancakes with maple syrup?”
“Yum, make it so number one” Pete could almost hear Joe rolling his eyes over the phone.
“What did I say about using obscure TV references dude?”
Pete grinned and chuckled a little.
“Can I talk to rickster?” he began then quickly continued with “Ah never mind, I’ll be down in a minute anyway”
“Ok” Joe said before hanging up.
Pete pressed the button for the elevator and then waited impatiently for it to come. He was beginning to feel hunger creeping into his stomach as the elevator arrived opening with a friendly ping noise. Pete got on and pressed the button for the second floor and a sweet woman’s voice informed him that that was option he had chosen. He leaned into one of the corners of the elevator as it slowly descended. The nagging need to be with his friends grew stronger and he looked up to the ceiling noticing a tiny camera in the corner.
“It was just a dream” he said as though assuring the camera of that fact “Just a bad dream…” All the same Pete knew he wouldn’t feel better until he’d at least had breakfast with his band mates.
* * *
“I didn’t know Snape had strawberry blond hair or thick rimmed glasses” Pete sniggered at the black robed figure that was walking towards him “You’re a lot smaller than I pictured too”
“You ought to talk” Patrick said in reply from under his wide rimmed wizard’s hat stifling a smirk “Besides, oh short one, I’m Harry”
“Oh I see, well that makes the costume much more believable” Pete replied as a group of little kids ran past squealing spells and the name of the newest Harry Potter book being released that day.
“Where’s Joe – I mean Dumbledore?” Pete said scanning the faces of the many exited fans that were lining up, crowding around and generally filling up the lower floor of the popular bookstore.
“Over there” Patrick replied jabbing a thumb in the direction of a Dumbledore that appeared to be trying, in vain, to hide behind a shelf “Andy’s here too somewhere, I lost track of him about an hour ago”
“I wonder if they’re enjoying this as much as you, Patrick Potter”
“Oh I doubt it, besides” Patrick added with a mischievous smile spreading across the length of his lips “Joe’s about to start the ‘handing out’ part of his shift where as I am about to end my shift for the day”
“It’s only one o’clock!” Pete shouted happily, checking his watch.
“I started at seven” Patrick said flatly and it was only now that Pete began to notice the tiredness in his friends green eyes.
“Praise Borders for turning you lose early then!” Pete exclaimed excitably patting Patrick on the back “Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll wait for you here. We can get a coffee and relax and talk about a new song idea!”
“So this is what this is about” Patrick said cheerily “You couldn’t wait till later to tell me about a new song idea”
“Aww come on, can’t a friend buy another friend a coffee without being accused of having an ulterior motive?” Pete feigned offence, following Patrick till he slipped into the Borders staff room.
“What’s the name?” Patrick said before he went in, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“The Morning After the Night Before” Pete leaned close to the gap and answered, his enthusiasm for the new song idea distracting him from the commotion that was beginning to take place at the front of the store.
“How does it go?” Patrick asked from the other side of the door.
“Well I’m not really sure of the tune but the lyrics go ‘As I lay me down to sleep, I wish I had a soul to keep, but all I have are these long wasted hours. Better the devil you know, but I think I know mine far too well, keeps me in my own personal hell, some dreams are worth the faking…” Pete’s voice died out as his eyes caught sight of people being shoved around on the other side of the store and the sound level grew louder.
“Yeah and?” Patrick said unaware of what was going on “Pete?” Suddenly a woman screamed grabbing Patrick’s attention. He opened the door but Pete had backed up a bit and was now nearly leaning on Patrick an almost instinctive fear spreading through his body. Something wasn’t right.
* * *
“Second floor” the woman’s voice beamed “Have a nice day”
Pete walked out of the elevator, down a corridor and into the hotels dining room. More than a few sets of eyes followed him as he walked over to his friends table but thankfully the hotel had managed to keep their profile low and therefore there weren’t multitudes of fans screaming for attention this morning.
“Morning” Andy called as Pete drew closer.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Pete asked noting Patrick’s absence from their breakfast gathering.
“Like a baby! We should get sweet hotel rooms all the time” Andy said gobbling down a fruit salad with yogurt.
“Yeah!” Joe agreed fervently munching on some bacon and eggs “This hotel is great! Room service at all hours, fantastic beds, great food and the waitress is even cute!”
“Lucky us!” Pete said with a smile sitting down in between Joe and Andy “…hey where’s Patrick, I thought he was here with you guys?”
“He was but he got up before us so by the time we got our breakfast he was practically finished. Then about a minute after you called he was called to the music festival to do some interviews on our behalf” Andy replied to Pete’s question “You just missed him” Pete sighed watching the empty seat where Patrick would have been sitting disappointedly.
“Hey what’s wrong?”
“Oh I just wanted to talk to Patrick that’s all” Pete said absentmindedly not really paying attention to who he was talking to.
“Well maybe these will help you cheer up” Pete looked up only now realizing the voice he was talking to was rather unfamiliar. Standing behind him was a very pretty girl with light brown hair, nearly blond, and a cute little smile. On one hand she balanced a plate of fresh steaming pancakes and in the other she held toppings. She couldn’t have been taller than Pete and her eyes blinked open, a stunning blue green color shining back at him.
“T-Thanks-” he stuttered, unprepared for the waitress Joe had been talking about, looking quickly to her name tag “Sarah”
“No problem” she replied setting the plate before him along with all the toppings “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“I’d love a cappuccino” Pete replied regaining his cool composure “Two sugars, please”
“Latte please” Joe added as Sara began scribbling down in her notepad.
“I’ll just have a tea” Andy added to the order “English breakfast with one and a half sugars”
“Sure sweets” she said cheerily “I’ll be right back” She turned around and all the guys watched her walk away silently until she was out of hearing range.
“Dude!” Pete exclaimed pouring maple syrup onto his pancakes “What a hottie!”
“I know” Andy said “We just kept ordering things to keep her here”
“No wonder you asked if you could order me pancakes” Pete said, mouth full as he nudged Joe.
“Nice hair” Andy said eating the last spoonful his breakfast.
“Nice body” Joe agreed.
“Nice eyes” Pete said slowly remembering their sheen “They remind me of something but I can’t think what, god they’re nice though” Pete didn’t notice the playful look that was exchanged between Joe and Andy.
“Her eyes huh?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, come on they were gorgeous” Pete said looking to each of his friends “…what?”
“Dude they’re like Patrick’s!” Joe said laughing a little “We were teasing him about it before he left”
“No really?…well there you go” Pete said quickly looking down at his breakfast as he ate so as not to see their grins widen. A few minutes later Sara returned with their drinks.
“Here you are guys” Sara said placing them down “Cappuccino for Peter”
“Call me Pete” he said flashing his pearly white grin.
“Sure Pete” she said her cheeks going a light pink color.
“Tea for Andy” she continued “and latte for Joe”
“Thanks Sara, you’re my new favorite waitress in the world” Andy said.
“When we come back, only you will do” Joe said sipping his latte.
“If I am still waitressing, it’d be an honor” she giggled as she began to clear the dirty plates “You certainly ate quickly Pete”
“Our concerts only a few hours away, so I thought we’d better get going soon” Pete replied pushing his empty plate towards her. Andy frowned at him.
“Since when are we early to concerts?” Andy asked Pete.
“It’s not just a concert this time it’s a festival and I wanna see what’s going on, see what other bands are playing” Pete answered standing up, coffee in hand “Besides I think Gym Class Heroes are going to be there. Are you guys coming or are you gonna hang out a bit more?”
“Eh we’ll hang out and see you in a few hours. We have to get changed and grab our stuff before we go to the festival. Besides…the fans. Do you really want to be mobbed by the fans for a couple of hours?” Joe replied a skeptic look on his face.
“I don’t mind, I’ll keep a low profile” Pete replied chugging down the coffee.
“Ok well see you on stage” Andy said with a wave.
“Yeah see you there” Pete said picking up his mobile and wallet and shoving them back into his pockets.
“And I’ll see you tonight” Pete said winking at Sara as he walked away.
“See you at dinner Pete” she replied flushing again.
* * *
“What’s going on?” Patrick whispered into Pete’s ear from behind as they both watched the strange jostling in the crowd spread further.
“I don’t know maybe someone’s causing trouble” Pete said not looking behind him but keeping his eyes on the crowd. More screams sounded and suddenly a voice boomed out over the rest.
“EVERYONE DROP DOWN!” it bellowed followed immediately by a gunshot. Pete started to move backwards again pushing Patrick back into the staff room as people all around dropped like a shockwave had hit them. Parents pulled their screaming kids to the ground, old people moved as fast as they could and at the front of the store the menacing figure came into view. It was a tall heavy built man in a thick black hoodie aiming a pistol at the ceiling. Specific features were lost in a blur as Pete fell backwards into the staff room and Patrick shut the door. Pete leapt back to his feet though his legs were shaking. Patrick was leaning against the door partly to keep it shut in case the man saw their escape and party because his legs too had become like lead with fear. Pete grabbed Patrick by the shirt and pulled him backwards looking around for an escape route.
“Is there a way out Patrick?” Pete asked urgently as the screams in the store continued he yanked Patrick’s shirt again, the material still scrunched in his hand “Patrick!” Patrick snapped to, turning to Pete his face whiter than Pete had ever seen it.
“No, there are no windows or doors. This is just a room where we eat and get changed” He replied shaking “Joe and Andy are still out there!” Pete’s eyes widened and his head snapped back to watching the closed door.
“Fuck” he swore “What the fuck are we going to do?!”
“I don’t know” Patrick said grabbing the wrist that was still holding his shirt and pried it off. He held Pete’s wrist for a moment longer feeling a little more secure from the contact. He realized this must’ve been the reason Pete hadn’t let go. Their hearts raced as they both watched the door, terrified.
“My mobile!” Patrick exclaimed finally releasing Pete’s wrist as he made his way cautiously over to the door. His bag had been dropped as he had moved backwards and Patrick grabbed it retreating back to where Pete was. He rifled through it for a moment before another two gunshots rang out causing them to drop both to the ground. Then they waited, unmoving waiting to hear what the bullets had hit. After a few seconds when no pained cries rang out they decided the attacker must’ve shot at the ceiling again not daring to think worse.
“Got it!” Patrick said pulling his mobile out and flipping it open dialing the police. When no tone came Patrick’s face turned to horror Pete vocalizing the problem.
“There’s no reception in downstairs Borders!”
“You have GOT to be kidding me” Patrick said, more of their luck than of the lack of reception as many times while at Borders mobiles had proved pointless. Pete pulled out his mobile confirming there was indeed no reception where they were.
“Ok we’ve got to do something” Pete said looking at his friend. Patrick’s eyes flickered that strange mixture between blue and green that intrigued Pete so. Whenever this happened, and the light struck them just right, Pete always made the effort to hold the gaze for as long as possible as he saw this in no-one else’s eyes. They were beautiful, like the treasure one sees in movies glinting and alluring. Today was an exception; Pete had no time to admire.
“Let’s check it out” Pete said and Patrick nodded. They got up, standing very close together despite the wide room, and began to move towards the door.
“I’ll open it, you check it out” Patrick suggested.
“Ok” Pete agreed. Patrick reached for the doorknob, the metal felt cold and smooth in his shaking hand as he turned it slowly. There was a click and they both jumped. Patrick gave it a tug and Pete looked through the crack in the door. He could see the hooded man shouting orders for the Borders staff to lock all the doors and for the crowds to gather on the far side of the floor, away from the doors. The hood was hiding his face but Pete could tell from the quiver in his voice that this guy was a complete psycho. He moved back a little and Patrick shut the door again. They sat leaning against the door.
“He’s got everyone on the right side of the room and he’s told the Borders guys to lock the doors” Pete whispered. They sat in the quiet of the staff room, the murmurs of everyone outside preventing silence. Patrick pulled a lanyard out from underneath his top and stared at the keys hanging from it.
“What’s that?” Pete asked so quietly Patrick barely heard him. Without looking away from the glinting keys Patrick answered Pete.
“They’re the keys to the doors”
“…Patrick…no” Pete stuttered his stomach twisting anxiously.
“I can do it. I can sneak to one of the doors and get out. I can get help” Patrick said gently looking to Pete.
“No you won’t!” Pete argued but Patrick’s expression, though quite pallid, hardened.
“Yes I can” Patrick retorted and went to stand up. Pete grabbed the lapels of Patrick’s shirt pulling him back down and close to his face.
“No you can’t and no you won’t! We’re staying here and waiting this out!” Pete hissed.
“Pete…what if someone gets hurt? What if someone gets killed when I could have gotten the cops?” Patrick growled in response struggling against Pete’s strong grasp.
“The cops will get here on their own! That psycho has let three shots off already there is no way the cops are not coming right now!” Pete replied his voice was low with dangerous tones “You are not risking yourself to do something like this”
“Get off damn it!”
Both Pete and Patrick froze at the sound of the loud shout that had issued from behind the door.
“Was that…was that Andy?”
A/N: Please be kind this is my first fanfic based on real life people and my first Peterick. If you want the rest of the story you'll have to comment XP Love S