Chapter Twenty Six
I Confess, I'm a Sinner, I Seen a Vision of my Life and I Wanna Be Delivered
Pete's POV
What the hell had I just done? Patrick's with her, but she is so perfect. Flawless in every feature. Goddamn, why'd I hand her that poem I wrote? My thoughts were soon interrupted by Patrick's cheery, "Hello!" "Oh, um, hi," I replied, trying not to look suspcious. "So, ready for the show?" he asked, "Oh, also, have you seen Alexis?" Alexis. The thoughts raced back to my mind. God, what should I answer? "Um, yeah, she was uh," I said as Alexis walked up. "Hello," she said to Patrick. Oh f**k. I'm going to die now. "How are you guys?" she asked nonchalantly, as if she had forgotton all about what had just happened in the dressing room. "I'm good," I said, lieing through my teeth. Why? Why?
Alexis's POV
Four hours and three encores later that the concert ended. Patrick, Pete, Joe, Andy, Spencer, Jon, Ryan and Brendon all came offstage after doing a little "final bow" together. We all jumped into the limo and rode back to the hotel. "Well, I'm going to go take a shower," Patrick said as we walked into the room. I nodded and he kissed me on the forehead. Pete came walking in, no Brendon in sight. "Where's Brendon?" I asked him, sitting down on the couch. "He's in Jon and Avery's room getting wasted as usual," Pete replied, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. There was awkward silence between us until Patrick came popping out of the shower and into the room. "Hey guys," he said, sitting in the middle of the couch. "Hello," I meekly replied. Pete just made an acknowledgement that he was here. "So, what's up?" Patrick asked, sensing what was in the air. "Nothing," Pete and I said at the same time. I laughed out of nervousness but then just shut up. "Hmm, okay, well I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed," Patrick said, "Good night, love." Patrick kissed me on the cheek and shut the door to the room.
Alone again with Pete. The silence was starting to kill me. "Pete?" I said. "Yeah?" he replied, putting down his Sidekick. "That poem," I began to say. "It was nothing," Pete quickly responded. "Oh," I said, a hint of sadness in my voice. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't be with Pete! I never wanted to hurt Patrick! Pete scooted closer to me and kissed me on the lips. "Pete, I-," I started to say. "Shh," he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "Pete, I can't," I said, pushing him off me, "I'm sorry, but I'm with Patrick." Pete just stared at me and walked away into his bedroom. Silently, tears flowed from my eyes. Why was I crying? Dammit, this doesn't make any sense! I laid my head down on the pillows on the couch and went to sleep, tears pouring from my eyes.
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