A Taste of Fate, chapter 2
-(recap)-Suddenly I saw what looked like a guy running down the sidewalk behind the bus. -(end recap)-
"Uh... Tre?" I muttered, confused. "You... Might wanne see who the hell that is... "
"Wuh?" he replied, screeching to a stop and sending the guy flying past the bus. He quickly ran back to the doors, his body heaving breathlessly.
"Holy fucking Jesus, it's Pete Wentz!" I said, my mouth dropping open. He grinned at being recognized as Tre opened the door slowly. He jumped up, half crawling, half limping to the couch and settling himself on it. "So Pete, what brings you here on this fine day?" I asked cheerily, boosting myself next to him and crossing my legs.
"Yea well, long story short, our tour bus broke the fuck down and I saw you guys... So I ran like hell after it..." he said in one breath. I chuckled, looking out the window to see Patrick, Andy, and Joe also launching themselves down the hot summer sidewalk.
"Open the door Tre," I said without looking at him.
"Ugh, what's the magic word bitch?" he said in a girlish voice.
"Oh, Jesus H. Fucking Christ," I muttered, sighing loudly. "Tre Cool, lord of all things bright and sexyful, would you please fucking open the goddamn door?" I said patiently. He grinned in satisfaction, thrusting the door open as I threw myself out of it, landing on the blazing pavement. Pete jumped out after me, followed by Sam and Billy.
" Hey guys, over here!" Pete yelled, waving at them. Patrick, at the front of the group, put on a burst of speed and clomped noisily to a stop in front of us, panting heavily and bending over to catch his breath.
"Hey," I said, putting on the flirtiest smile I could muster.
"Heeeyyy," he said back, looking me up and down. I giggled, turning around to go into the bus with him following. As soon as we got on the bus, I sat down on the couch, and Patrick quickly sat down right next to me. I looked over at his face, which was practically shining with glee. He had this hugeass smile on, and he was just staring at me. Blushing, I giggled and looked away a little.
"Uh... Hey Patrick... " I said, turning to look at him again.
"Huhwha?" he said, smiling stupidly. I started laughing my ass off, covering my mouth with my hands and falling onto him. I felt his chest rise and fall with a sigh of contentment as I lie in his lap, looking up at him.
"So... You gunna ask my name?" I said, snickering. I had just realized that... He didn't even know my fucking name!
"Oh! Uh... Yea!" he muttered, blushing like a motherfucker and looking down at his shoes nervously.
"Hey... " I whispered, taking his cute little face in my hand and tilting my head to look him in the eyes. "I do this a hell of a lot more than you, I guarantee it," I said, smiling at him. He promptly grinned from ear to ear; his eyes sparkling like beautiful blue ice.
"R-really? You mean you make an ass of yourself too?" he muttered, looking anxious.
"Of course. Actually, quite often... " I laughed. "And... Personally, I think its cute as fuck when a guy makes an ass of himself," I said, biting my lip and moving off his lap and back next to him. His eyes grew wide and he just stared at me. Oh, I'm Kay... I grinned.
*PATRICK'S POV* holy. Fucking. Shit. I think she likes me back... Ok, calm down... Maybe not... Don't go making any moves... JESUS... She's staring right into my eyes... Man, she's gorgeous... Damnit why does she do this to me? She's making me swoon so bad... Fucking hell... Suddenly I was snapped back into reality.
"Uh... Hello... Patrick... Are you in there?" she asked, knocking on my head and smirking in amusement. Shit... I thought.
"Oh yea, I'm right here," I said smoothly. She laughed, putting her head on my shoulder. Oh... Hell fucking no... I can feel the blood rushing... NO! I felt my face turn red as I fought to hold back the boner that was rising inside me. Groaning with effort, I wriggled around in discomfort. She stared at me oddly, laughing and turning back around, sighing and nuzzling into my shoulder. Man, this felt good... And I don't even know anything about her yet... This is looking pretty damn good. Another great job, Patrick the smooth. Hell yes, you're such a pimp. I thought, laughing to myself.
*KAY'S POV*
Damn, he is fucking cute... Sweet... I swear he gives me a massive woman boner. I cant believe he likes me back... It's like amazing... I need to learn more about him..." Hey," I said, turning to look at him.
"Yea?" he replied, smiling down at me.
"I wanna know more about you," I said, smiling back.
"Oh, me too," he said eagerly, positively beaming. I sat up, turning to face him and putting my head in my hands.
"Soo... Lets start at the beginning," I sighed, flashing him a quick smile. I watched him settle himself into the couch, looking like he was in heaven. Damn, I think he likes me a lot... This is so fucking awesome...
*SAM'S POV* Patrick and Kay were on the couch, talking. They both looked really happy with each other, I think they make a really cute couple. Plus, they barely know each other and they look so in love right now. I smiled, walking casually past the couch and winking at her. "Hey Pete," I said, walking up behind him. He turned around, smiling at me.
"Hey Sam," he replied, coming closer to me.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked, sitting on a chair next to him.
"Oh, nothing, just looking around Green Day's tour bus... " he laughed, looking at everything with the eyes of a five year old in Toys R Us. I giggled, beginning to look around with him.
"Man, their bus is so kickass... "I muttered, accidentally tripping over a stray shoe and falling into Pete. Damn you Tre, you fucking slob, I thought, blushing furiously. I squeaked, looking up at him with wide, embarrassed eyes. He laughed. "Shit... I'm so, so,... SO FUCKING SORRY... " I rambled on, slurring my words horribly. Still laughing, he looked into my eyes and came a little closer.
"Don't worry about it... " he said, smiling at me. I melted. Holy shit... He snickered, moving along the wall farther to stop to look at a Ramones poster. He looked thoughtful, rubbing his chin. "Hmm," he said, nodding and moving along again. I shook my head and laughed softly, following him. Suddenly he froze, turning around. "Hey Sam... " he said, smiling down at me once again.
"Yea?" I said, my heart pounding in my ears.
"Why don't we go sit down somewhere?" he said smoothly, flashing a smile that was almost blinding.
"Oh... Woo... Sure... " I said, sounding like a fucking idiot. Goddamnit, Sam, get a fucking hold of yourself! I thought, mentally bitch slapping myself. He walked out, me following. We sat down on the other couch across from Kay and Patrick. I heard them both laughing, and looking over they were beaming at each other. Man, they were really close... I mean literally. She was sitting Indian style, with her knees resting on his thigh. They looked like they'd known each other forever. Damn, they really do make a cute couple. I turned back to Pete, smiling and beginning to make light conversation. Things were going a hell of a lot better than usual...
"Uh... Tre?" I muttered, confused. "You... Might wanne see who the hell that is... "
"Wuh?" he replied, screeching to a stop and sending the guy flying past the bus. He quickly ran back to the doors, his body heaving breathlessly.
"Holy fucking Jesus, it's Pete Wentz!" I said, my mouth dropping open. He grinned at being recognized as Tre opened the door slowly. He jumped up, half crawling, half limping to the couch and settling himself on it. "So Pete, what brings you here on this fine day?" I asked cheerily, boosting myself next to him and crossing my legs.
"Yea well, long story short, our tour bus broke the fuck down and I saw you guys... So I ran like hell after it..." he said in one breath. I chuckled, looking out the window to see Patrick, Andy, and Joe also launching themselves down the hot summer sidewalk.
"Open the door Tre," I said without looking at him.
"Ugh, what's the magic word bitch?" he said in a girlish voice.
"Oh, Jesus H. Fucking Christ," I muttered, sighing loudly. "Tre Cool, lord of all things bright and sexyful, would you please fucking open the goddamn door?" I said patiently. He grinned in satisfaction, thrusting the door open as I threw myself out of it, landing on the blazing pavement. Pete jumped out after me, followed by Sam and Billy.
" Hey guys, over here!" Pete yelled, waving at them. Patrick, at the front of the group, put on a burst of speed and clomped noisily to a stop in front of us, panting heavily and bending over to catch his breath.
"Hey," I said, putting on the flirtiest smile I could muster.
"Heeeyyy," he said back, looking me up and down. I giggled, turning around to go into the bus with him following. As soon as we got on the bus, I sat down on the couch, and Patrick quickly sat down right next to me. I looked over at his face, which was practically shining with glee. He had this hugeass smile on, and he was just staring at me. Blushing, I giggled and looked away a little.
"Uh... Hey Patrick... " I said, turning to look at him again.
"Huhwha?" he said, smiling stupidly. I started laughing my ass off, covering my mouth with my hands and falling onto him. I felt his chest rise and fall with a sigh of contentment as I lie in his lap, looking up at him.
"So... You gunna ask my name?" I said, snickering. I had just realized that... He didn't even know my fucking name!
"Oh! Uh... Yea!" he muttered, blushing like a motherfucker and looking down at his shoes nervously.
"Hey... " I whispered, taking his cute little face in my hand and tilting my head to look him in the eyes. "I do this a hell of a lot more than you, I guarantee it," I said, smiling at him. He promptly grinned from ear to ear; his eyes sparkling like beautiful blue ice.
"R-really? You mean you make an ass of yourself too?" he muttered, looking anxious.
"Of course. Actually, quite often... " I laughed. "And... Personally, I think its cute as fuck when a guy makes an ass of himself," I said, biting my lip and moving off his lap and back next to him. His eyes grew wide and he just stared at me. Oh, I'm Kay... I grinned.
*PATRICK'S POV* holy. Fucking. Shit. I think she likes me back... Ok, calm down... Maybe not... Don't go making any moves... JESUS... She's staring right into my eyes... Man, she's gorgeous... Damnit why does she do this to me? She's making me swoon so bad... Fucking hell... Suddenly I was snapped back into reality.
"Uh... Hello... Patrick... Are you in there?" she asked, knocking on my head and smirking in amusement. Shit... I thought.
"Oh yea, I'm right here," I said smoothly. She laughed, putting her head on my shoulder. Oh... Hell fucking no... I can feel the blood rushing... NO! I felt my face turn red as I fought to hold back the boner that was rising inside me. Groaning with effort, I wriggled around in discomfort. She stared at me oddly, laughing and turning back around, sighing and nuzzling into my shoulder. Man, this felt good... And I don't even know anything about her yet... This is looking pretty damn good. Another great job, Patrick the smooth. Hell yes, you're such a pimp. I thought, laughing to myself.
*KAY'S POV*
Damn, he is fucking cute... Sweet... I swear he gives me a massive woman boner. I cant believe he likes me back... It's like amazing... I need to learn more about him..." Hey," I said, turning to look at him.
"Yea?" he replied, smiling down at me.
"I wanna know more about you," I said, smiling back.
"Oh, me too," he said eagerly, positively beaming. I sat up, turning to face him and putting my head in my hands.
"Soo... Lets start at the beginning," I sighed, flashing him a quick smile. I watched him settle himself into the couch, looking like he was in heaven. Damn, I think he likes me a lot... This is so fucking awesome...
*SAM'S POV* Patrick and Kay were on the couch, talking. They both looked really happy with each other, I think they make a really cute couple. Plus, they barely know each other and they look so in love right now. I smiled, walking casually past the couch and winking at her. "Hey Pete," I said, walking up behind him. He turned around, smiling at me.
"Hey Sam," he replied, coming closer to me.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked, sitting on a chair next to him.
"Oh, nothing, just looking around Green Day's tour bus... " he laughed, looking at everything with the eyes of a five year old in Toys R Us. I giggled, beginning to look around with him.
"Man, their bus is so kickass... "I muttered, accidentally tripping over a stray shoe and falling into Pete. Damn you Tre, you fucking slob, I thought, blushing furiously. I squeaked, looking up at him with wide, embarrassed eyes. He laughed. "Shit... I'm so, so,... SO FUCKING SORRY... " I rambled on, slurring my words horribly. Still laughing, he looked into my eyes and came a little closer.
"Don't worry about it... " he said, smiling at me. I melted. Holy shit... He snickered, moving along the wall farther to stop to look at a Ramones poster. He looked thoughtful, rubbing his chin. "Hmm," he said, nodding and moving along again. I shook my head and laughed softly, following him. Suddenly he froze, turning around. "Hey Sam... " he said, smiling down at me once again.
"Yea?" I said, my heart pounding in my ears.
"Why don't we go sit down somewhere?" he said smoothly, flashing a smile that was almost blinding.
"Oh... Woo... Sure... " I said, sounding like a fucking idiot. Goddamnit, Sam, get a fucking hold of yourself! I thought, mentally bitch slapping myself. He walked out, me following. We sat down on the other couch across from Kay and Patrick. I heard them both laughing, and looking over they were beaming at each other. Man, they were really close... I mean literally. She was sitting Indian style, with her knees resting on his thigh. They looked like they'd known each other forever. Damn, they really do make a cute couple. I turned back to Pete, smiling and beginning to make light conversation. Things were going a hell of a lot better than usual...
